Say It Ain't So, Big Papi

Boston ranks fourth, after the Obami, Upper-Northwest (and Upper-West Side) liberals, and Patrick Fitzgerald, on this die-hard Yankee fan's most-loathed-Americans list. (Did I mention that world peacemaker George Mitchell is a team director?) But even I--who curse the Bosox with the fury of a Shakespeare witch, wish errors on gold-glove winning first baseman Kevin Youkilis, cheer lousy at-bats by .303-batting outfielder Jacoby Ellsbury, and rejoice when Josh Beckett has a bad day on the mound--have had a soft spot for David Ortiz, the lovely, generous, beloved-by-players-across-the-majors "Big Papi," and am heartbroken to learn he is a doper, just like all the other dopers (yeah, I know, including some Yanks) who've forever sullied the greatest game in the world.