THE SPORTS DOCTOR- Jersey barrier: Sox garb will lead to drab
union  Okay, maybe these bottle "jerseys" are acceptable.  A
dear friend, let's call her Toni, has acquired a new beau. Let's
call him Timmy. He's kind, caring, and conciliatory; in fact, he
seems perfect, but there's a rather serious problem my usually
pragmatic friend refuses to acknowledge. And Toni could be in
for a lifetime of hurt. I can't allow that to happen, not when I
can help.  You see, Timmy is a Red Sox fan.  By "fan," I mean a
jersey-wearing, poster-hanging, bumper-sticker-sporting, floor-
pacing, post-season-weeping, trash-talking, Manny Ramirez-
hating, obsessive-compulsive 40-something year-old whose dream
is to get married at Fenway Park. As a baseball fan, Timmy ranks
among those who take pride in being more obsessed than everyone
else, and I don't mean in a funny way. It's not that Timmy shows
up to games wearing a clown wig or a cap with the word "Boston"
lit up in red. No, the cameraman won't single out Timmy during
the seventh