LEXINGTON, CONCORD, & FOXBORO - Boston sports fans face the unbelievable and the incredible. Their two premier sports franchises, the Patriots and the Red Sox, have swapped situations.
It's like that bad movie Trading Places with Eddie Murphy now transformed into the New England Patriots.
Mark Twain wrote a book that predicted this identity crisis, and he called it The Prince and The Pauper.
Paucity was the middle name of the Red Sox, going back to the days when they rented Fenway Park to the Patriots (unwanted stepchildren of the AFL).
For decades the Patriots struggled and hit their stride in the 21st century-and the Red Sox did too. It was happy days are here again, season after season.
For the past few years the Red Sox have been drinking out of the toilet more often than Fido-and the Pats remained on top of the world, Ma!
But, like James Cagney in White Heat, the Patriots are watching their world blow up with them on the hot seat.
This season the gold dust twins of the New England region looked in the mirror and realized the joke was on them. They had switched clothes-and the Prince looked like a homeless victim about to have his face eaten.
Yes, the high and mighty Patriots under their wunderkind genius Bill Belichick is groveling in mediocrity-and the new Red Sox miracle worker, John Farrell, has returned triumphant to lead the team as manager with fans waving palms as he rides down Storrow Drive on the back of his ass.
The Sox look like they may be the duck boat answer to Boston's terror filled year-and the Patriots look like a team that forgot to load the muskets and see three lanterns in Old North Church.
Mark Twain would tell fans not to worry. If you don't like the New England sports scene, wait a minute. It will change again soon.