Good. It’s still chaos. Gooooood.
With all the self-sabotage goo mucking about in the Fenway front office, you’d think we were still playing.
So, of course they’re talking about Epstein jumping ship. Of course they are. But now they’re talking about shoveling off Beckett, etc, etc, etc.
It’s a whole bowl of uncertainty and unrest. And it matters greatly because there is no point to interviewing managerial candidates until the fate of the GM is settled. Same goes for attempts to unload the likes of John Lackey and/or Josh Beckett. Same goes for the decisions on contract offers regarding free agents David Ortiz and Jonathan Papelbon.
The situation is seriously embarrassing.
Allegations of drinking in the clubhouse and comments by members of the organization under the guise of ‘a uniformed player’ or ‘a person close to talks’ made the last month of the season feel more like gossip time in the middle school cafeteria than a real-life pennant race.
I mean, a Soxsplosion, aka: The Great Collapse of 2011 is embarrassing.
But this? This trounces that collapse, like a house of embarrassment landing on a witch of a season. That, Soxies, is a Wizard of Oz reference. The greatest movie in the world. I thought a Wizard reference might make us feel better about our terrible, terrible day.
KEVIN YOUKILIS is the only person, it seems, willing to man up and use his real name.
“I hope all the players that want to say what they want to say about this year say, ‘Put my name on it,’” Youkilis told WAAF’s Greg Hill. “Don’t be a coward. Don’t be a guy that’s going to be ‘the source said.’ Put your name on it and say what you’ve got to say if you want to say it.”
At least we’ll get to see Tito again soon.
At least SOMEONE in a Sox uniform made the post season.
This will cheer you up. An article on how there are no fans in Tampa. Shocking. <-extreme, dry sarcasm.
The world just sucks today. SUCKS.
The angry blog is coming. It’s coming.
And YOU, John Henry. Go back to your YACHT.
I have so much rage, guys. You don’t even know.