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Who ever said a little fighting was a bad thing?

July 24, 2009 - 8:33 am

As WEEI.com'€™s Alex Speier writes in Friday'€™s feature article, today marks the fifth anniversary of '€œperhaps the most important regular-season win in franchise history'€: the much heralded Red Sox-Yankees, Varitek/A-Rod melee that ended with a Bill Mueller game-winning home run off Mariano Rivera in the bottom of the ninth, ultimately propelling the Sox to their first World Series championship in 86 years.  Coincidentally, today also marks 26 years since George Brett'€™s notorious '€œPine Tar Incident'€ at Yankee Stadium.

While these two baseball moments are seemingly unrelated (the former was an all-out team against team brawl, while the latter was simply George Brett throwing a bigger temper tantrum than this kid), they do have one important lesson in common: sometimes it doesn'€™t hurt to ruffle your opponent'€™s feathers a bit. In fact, sometimes it can be the galvanizing spark that powers teams to victory.

The Sox could use that spark right about now. They'€™ve lost their last five games in a row and currently trail the Yankees by 2.5 games in the AL East standings. Things aren'€™t looking good.

But tonight presents an opportunity for Boston to get back on track '€“ and do a little fighting while they'€™re at it.

Baltimore is a weak team. They sit at the bottom of the division standings, 16.5 games behind the first-place Yankees. Whenever the Sox visit Camden Yards, it essentially becomes Fenway Park Jr., and as if that wasn'€™t bad enough, the Orioles haven'€™t had a winning season since 1997.

Now I don'€™t typically encourage picking on the little guy, but in baseball we must rely on the wise teachings of Sir Charles Darwin and remember that it'€™s all about survival of the fittest. If Boston doesn'€™t do something soon to light a fire under the team'€™s collective ass, we could one day wind up like the sorry team from Baltimore.

That'€™s why I propose a fight, a brawl if you will.

It can'€™t be planned ahead of time. It can'€™t seem too obvious. It needs to be something subtle that eventually erupts into a fist-swinging, head-bumping fracas that gets players out of the dugout, umpires in between them, drunken fans yelling and screaming!

Like the 2004 Yankees brawl or Brett'€™s Pine Tar-inspired outburst, it needs to revive a misplaced sense of urgency. It's no coincidence that both the Sox and the Royals emerged victorious from their respective games.

I know I sound callous, perhaps even like a bully. I promise you my intentions are only good. I'€™m just looking out for the interests of Boston sports fans everywhere. After all, aren'€™t we a belligerent bunch?

Our quarrelsome nature is contagious, spanning all the way from Fenway to the Garden, and even out to Foxboro. It'€™s a historical aggression, dating back to the Revolutionary War when Bostonians like Paul Revere and Samuel Adams led the fight against the tyrannical British in a passionate pursuit of liberty and justice for all. Our passion for sports runs just as deep, as exhibited on the ice, the football field, or the hardwood court.

In keeping with tradition, it's the Red Sox civic duty to throw a pitch high and inside, make a snarky remark to an Oriole, or even just pull a Coco Crisp and swing for the fences (with fists, of course).

Whoever said a little fighting was a bad thing?

Note: The author of this article does not condone fighting or violence in any way, shape, or form. He simply wants the Red Sox to win really badly.