From the beginning I didn’t have a good feeling about this Red Sox season. Perhaps the Bruins winning the Stanley Cup in the spring sucked up all my pro sports enthusiasm. The additions to the team seemed sound – Adrian Gonzalez and Carl Crawford – and the talk early on was how would they find enough work to keep all of their top of the line starting pitchers occupied through the season. Their pitching seemed to abandon them as Dice-K was lost for the season and then Clay Buchholz went down for the last six weeks. Crawford was a disaster right from the start and while Gonzalez repeatedly demonstrated why he was valued so highly, he became a victim of the Home Run Derby Slump which, each year, takes one of the players who dominates the home run derby at the All Star game and turns him into a weak singles hitter for the rest of the season.
For the past week I’ve been more concerned with finding time to go see Moneyball, the new Brad Pitt movie that’s based on the Michael Lewis book of the same name – one of my favorite works of nonfiction ever – than I have been with the pennant race. Having lived through the Bucky Dent home run, the Bill Buckner error, and the Aaron Boone home run, this year just adds to local Red Sox lore. The team did win the World Series twice in our lifetimes, what more do you want? Still, the aura of Theo Epstein is badly damaged. Daisuke Matsuzaka, J D Drew, John Lackey and Carl Crawford: he’s spent a lot of money on players that have defined mediocrity over the past few years.
Unfortunately, the same vibe I had about this Red Sox team back in the spring is how I feel about the Patriots today. Go Bruins.