The Sox’ play during the summer months has conjured up memories of an obscure lyric from one of the unsung bands of the late 80’s — Hull, England’s The Housemartins. Paul Heaton, the lead singer of that band (and current LV for The Beautiful South), seemed to be a kindred spirit, his songs dripping with a humorous kind of cynicism. The lyric comes from a song called "The Light is Always Green" (penned in 1987, it definitely could have been the theme song for the Wendell Kim era), a melodiously melancholy song about mass culture and the thinness of it all. Our Sox, as the lyric describes, have been playing like models with brains the size of models: it’s as if they believe they can waltz down the runway and into the playoffs, no extra thought or dedication to the intricacies of the game needed. They are playing superficial, unthoughtful baseball, and their record over the last two months reflects that disinterest. We’re tired of it, and, unlike the songs of the long-since dismantled Housemartins, it doesn’t put a sly smile on our face. We don’t, as the song says, dig.
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