But what could be more rude than a guest who comes into your house and acts as if he knows more about it than you do? You know the type . . .
Say, Fred, let me show you how to clear up that fuzzy TV picture . . . You'll cut your energy costs by 15 percent if you weatherstrip those drafty patio doors . . . You could pretty the place up a little by smoothing out some of the angles on that back yard wall and putting up some rose trellises.
The New York Mets have spent a month in Fenway Park the last two days, playing the most unwelcome guests to visit here since the New York Yankees in 1978 and King George's troops in 1775. The Mets already knew so much about the place on their arrival Monday, they didn't even bother to work out.
Never mind that Wade Boggs, Jim Rice & Co. know more about how to play in this ancient yard than Tip O'Neill knows about the House of Representatives lunchroom.
Gary Carter took one of those big, sweeping, go-to-hell swings in the fourth inning and started his bounce-back club to a lopsided 6-2 World Series victory over the Lead Sox with a booming two-run homer into the netting atop The Monster. The Mets tied the series, 2-2, heading into tonight's Game 5.
Carter liked his home run so much, he flared a double to right in the sixth inning and added a titanic solo homer far over The Monster in the eighth.
And, heeding the oft-given advice that the only place for a lefthanded hitter to aim with his home run swing is dead down the line in right, Len Dykstra, the mouth that roared, reached that difficult-to-target locale for the second straight evening.
The Mets' contemptuous familiarity was not limited to the long-ball assault on these sacred battlements, however.
