COMMENTARY
With Monday as wet as it was, some might lament Boston was denied its annual day in the sun. The Red Sox, however, reminded we are nothing if not a city that finds a way.
Well, the Red Sox didn’t really. That shirtless group in the bleachers during the third-inning rain delay, crushing beers out of shoes to Kernkraft 400 hours before the Bruins beat the Panthers to it, did.
Not that the Red Sox didn’t find a way most of this weekend, falling on an old standard: Let the Angels be the Angels.