I struggled to keep my eyes open last night as I watched HBO's "Curse of the Bambino" documentary. And believe me, it was a struggle. The hour-long show was a bit better than the Yankeeography slop that the YES network churns out regularly, but it was far from memorable. Judging by his performance as the show's narrator, it appears as if Ben Affleck had a hard time staying awake too. Affleck comes off like a rank amatuer, and is ill-suited for the job at hand.
The show is essentially a slight, self-aggrandizing tribute to Red Sox Nation. Thanks primarily to historian Glenn Stout, there is more balance and attention to accuracy than can be found on any Yankeeography. But overall, the show was unfocused and trite, rehashing familiar moments. Perhaps, if you are a Sox fan, the show was oddly gratifying. I found it a bore, which is a shame, because the Sox are such a rich subject.
If you are a Chicago fan, I'm sure you are thinking, "Cry me a river, fellas." Of course, the highlight of the piece was getting to see Edward Cossette's fat head. Edward had several quotes that made the cut, and my only complaint is that there wasn't even more of him.