We know Sox tickets are in demand. And we know that the human mind is for some reason incapable of resisting the most miniscule chance of winning anything of value, particularly when that item of value is offered by a lottery commission with deep pockets, skimpy morals, and political connections. So it was with much disgust and disappointment that we read today’s Boston Globe story on the Red Sox’ new business venture: lottery scratch cards. Yes, for five bucks you can buy a chance to get your fingernails dirty, and in the process (maybe) win a Julian Tavarez game-worn jersey, or (maybe) win an Adam Stern wind-shirt, or (maybe) win a soon-to-be-identified picture in an "etched glass" frame (ow luxurious!). Or if you’re really lucky (like, one in 40 million lucky), you might get the grand prize: lifetime season tickets to Fenway, graciously acknowledged by the team as in the grandstand and "not behind a pole, either". The state promises that at least $30M will end up back in the pockets of Massachusetts towns. But my rudimentary math on the noted initial production of 40 million tickets shows that there’s $170M in additional monies spilling out of hungry taxpayers’ wallets and into the State’s coffers. The minor $30M giveback seems like a slap in the face of gullible residents, and this blogger is ashamed. Minor donations to cities and towns do nothing to erase this despicable sellout, which involves a government capitalizing on the popularity of our local franchise and a franchise taking a fee for selling what are basically leftover souvenirs of dubious value, all at the expense of dreamchasers. Shameful.