The Red Sox ownership in a gesture of solidarity sat together at Camden Yards to watch their team not go down for the third time in Baltimore.
The three men in white dress shirts (for that comfortable look) sat side-by-side, like Three Amigos ready for the next Walt Disney cartoon version. No, we would never mistake them for the three victims of the Big Bad Wolf, though Beckett gives a good run for the money.
They looked like Athos, Porthos and Aramis in search of D'Artagnan, apparently a candidate for the next manager of the Red Sox.
We felt more likely that these were Three Blind Mice, scampering around the American League in conspicuous fashion in order to show the media how damage control is truly done.
If the three were owners of the Yankees, we'd probably call it a trinity of father, son, and holy spirit.
Another unholy threesome would be the notorious Stooges, with Bobby Valentine apparently showing up now and then as Shemp.
In all fairness, this trio are more like Three Kings holding gold, frankincense and myrrh to offer the now agitated fans, sitting like shepherds in the field, under an unlucky star.
They could start singing, "The Times They Are a-Changing," in the manner of Peter, Paul, and Mary.
After some contemplation, we realized that these three unholy men were far more innocent. They resembled the notorious trio of "see no evil; hear no evil; speak no evil," who are most usually depicted as chimps, not champs. We almost feel compelled to say to our ownership the difference is "u".