We looked at the Red Sox standings today. They are now 23 and a half games out of first place. We knew it was bad, but this is a condition more for the morgue than for triage.
You may realize that we have stopped watching games. Yes, it has not been difficult.
During our absence, the lineup has been completely changed so that we do not recognize the players at all.
The one bright light of the season was Brock Holt, but now apparently he has gone to concussion central. He has dizzy spells from an apparent elbow to the noggin from Dustin Pedroia. We hope he recovers, but this looks worse than usual.
Pedroia is also gone for the season. The sparkplug who never met medical advice he liked, has played all season with a problematic wrist. It has made him play rather poorly, but don’t tell him that. Like a thumb injury in previous seasons, the little maroon keeps playing.
Now he has had season-ending surgery. Does anyone over at Fenway Park actually check the Mensa scores before they sign these players?
We hear Jackie Bradley, Jr., once heralded as the new Jacoby Ellsbury is now the new Iglesias, soon gone for a bag of chips. They have imported a new Cuban cigar for centerfield to go with the one in left field.
And, pitchers? When Crazy Clay is your ace, you need an Ace bandage.
True fans don’t give up on their teams. They give up on the front office and owners.