Well, that was ugly. Actually, ugly probably doesn't quite cover it. The Red Sox went into Yankee Stadium this weekend with a chance to make a statement. Maybe even a big one. They had just won five of six games, they were playing good baseball again, and after all of the nonsense we've watched with this team this season, there was an opportunity sitting right there. Go into New York. Beat the Yankees. Maybe take three of four. Make everyone pay attention again. Ins

Last week I asked a pretty simple question: Where did the bats go? Apparently they went home. That’s about the best explanation I have. After watching the Red Sox stumble through another stretch where hitting a baseball suddenly looked like advanced calculus, they returned to Fenway Park and almost immediately became a different team. Again. Because, naturally, this is what the 2026 Boston Red Sox do. They make you worry. They make you question everything you tho

And there it is. Just when I was starting to think we had moved beyond this part of the season, the Red Sox went ahead and reminded all of us exactly who they are. Or, maybe more accurately, who they've been all year. Inconsistent. A little more than a week ago, it felt like the question had changed. We weren't wondering whether this team was actually any good anymore. They had won 15 in a row, followed it with another nine-game winning streak not long after that, and

Apparently, one ridiculous winning streak wasn't enough. Because, of course it wasn't. The Red Sox followed up their 15-game winning streak in July by rattling off another nine straight wins, because this team has apparently decided that doing anything in a normal, reasonable manner would be boring. Nine more. And for a little while Friday night at Fenway, it looked like this whole crazy thing was just going to keep going. Boston hammered the Athletics 13-1. Payton

Well, this has gotten completely out of hand. A couple of weeks ago, I officially gave up trying to understand the 2026 Boston Red Sox. After months of changing my mind every three games, I surrendered. I stopped waiting for the next collapse, accepted that hope was probably going to hurt me again and decided to enjoy the ride anyway. That article was titled, “I Give Up: The Red Sox Have Finally Forced Me to Believe.” Apparently, the Red Sox took that as a challenge. S