ESPN led their article on last night’s recap with the following:
Could a stirring, 10th-inning win, punctuated by Bobby V’s ejection, save the season for the Red Sox?
No. No it could not.
It’s time to seriously take stock in your team. You’re just back to .500. You’re in last place, 9.5 games out of the division. You’re 4 games out of the Wild Card spots. You’re starting up at Oakland (playing the hottest baseball in the AL), the Angels (who just got Zach Greinke at the deadline), along with divisional foes Baltimore, Toronto, and Tampa. Oh and Detroit who you start play with on Monday is sitting 3 games ahead of you in the standings.
Instead of conceding the season you have Uncle Larry sending letters to season ticket holders advising them not to give up. You haven’t heard about this? Well, thanks to my awesome Googling ability I’m able to supply you with an actual copy:
Can you imagine if any other major team in our market sent this letter? Just how naive does this assholeface Uncle Larry think the fans are? Apparently very. I’m this letter is not even worth the paper it’s written on. If I had got one of these in the mail I would use it as toilet paper on my next trip to America’s Most Beloved Ballpark.
Beloved by who fuckfaces? Rich people? People that watch the game on TV? It’s certainly not beloved by men that are taller than 5’6″ that have to cram themselves into a grandstand seat. Or sit in seats that don’t even face the action.
It’s not meant to be another I HATE FENWAY rant. It’s not. It is supposed to be a “STOP THE MADNESS” rant.
So how about we call a spade a spade. The season is a lost one. Your front office is a clusterfuck. The GM didn’t hire his own manager. The president did. The GM hired a pitching coach, and then the manager brought in his own. The decisions are being made by six different people, none of which communicate with each other.
You have an outfielder in Carl Crawford who’s a free agent bust. Period. Playing like a minor leaguer most of last season he hit the DL to start this season. As he’s ready to come off the DL turns out that Dr James Andrews says his elbow could blow up at any moment. He need Tommy John surgery. But this stupid management chooses to play him on a regular basis instead of letting him have surgery in the midst of a lost season. Why? Because they don’t want the fans to see their free agent signing is a bust.
Hey management, he’s a bust. We see it. So is Lachey and Matzucrappa while we’re talking about it.
So please, please, please, BLOW IT UP. Make some bold moves. Let Crawford have his surgery. Trade Beckett. Trade some of the outfielders. If someone calls you for a king’s ransom for Ellsbury, let them have him. Start listening to your REAL fan base that HATES Josh Beckett. Get him out of here. Work this off season to trade Lachey who the fans also hate. Let Dice-K walk in free agency. Let guys like Morales pitch. At least we know they still give a shit.
Firing Francona was like doing a bathroom remodel, removing the toilet and leaving the shit. It’s quite apparent the manager had little to do with it as the same core group of underachievers is still underachieving. I blame the players first and foremost and in a close second, Uncle Larry and Puppet Ben.
BLOW IT UP. The clock is ticking.