Curse of the Bambino...
Recently, I had revisited an HBO documentary on Red Sox fandom and the so called "Curse of the Bambino". Since the Red Sox have actually won the world series, the themes discussed in the documentary are no longer relevant.
While this quote doesn't speak well of Red Sox fandom, it does evoke a really horrible image that appeals to me in a really twisted way. Moving on. I'm only a casual baseball fan, but, I do like documentaries of all sorts. I saw this documentary a while ago and just recently, I had the opportunity to see it again. I was fascinated by how devoted the fans were and it brought back some memories like Father Guido Sarducci -- I'd completely forgotten about him.
The documentary delves into the origins of the curse and provides some background regarding the critical events in Red Sox history. It also takes some pains to try to dispel some of the myths surrounding the curse and explores some of the darker chapters of Red Sox history. Overall, the documentary has a bit of humor, but, also endeavors to give a well-rounded picture of the team and its history.
Even though the documentary is no longer relevant in regards to the "curse", there was a nice quote that in the documentary that I thought I'd share with you. Matt Wilson said of Red Sox fandon...HBO's wry, enlightening account of 80-plus years of the Boston Red Sox's travails is a fusion of wit and history. "Everything's going fine," says one of this documentary's talking heads, speaking of the Red Sox's legacy of 11th-hour screw-ups. The problem is that Boston's doomstruck organization, fans say, has been in karmic payback since 1920 for then-owner Harry Frazee's sale of Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees. Historians dismiss claims that Frazee used the money to finance Broadway's No, No, Nanette, and there's evidence the self-destructive Ruth had actually become a liability for the team. In any case, the symbiotic fortunes of the Yankees and Red Sox is entertainingly summarized here.
It's like watching the Wizard of Oz, then Dorothy dies at the end. You know, she doesn't just die -- she's like, ripped apart by the flying monkeys and Toto eats her remains, and "The End", credits roll.
While this quote doesn't speak well of Red Sox fandom, it does evoke a really horrible image that appeals to me in a really twisted way. Moving on. I'm only a casual baseball fan, but, I do like documentaries of all sorts. I saw this documentary a while ago and just recently, I had the opportunity to see it again. I was fascinated by how devoted the fans were and it brought back some memories like Father Guido Sarducci -- I'd completely forgotten about him.
The documentary delves into the origins of the curse and provides some background regarding the critical events in Red Sox history. It also takes some pains to try to dispel some of the myths surrounding the curse and explores some of the darker chapters of Red Sox history. Overall, the documentary has a bit of humor, but, also endeavors to give a well-rounded picture of the team and its history.
