I am not sure how much more of it I can take. I’ve been a Boston Red Sox fan for over fifty years. While I am thrilled the team broke the curse and has brought championships home to Boston, four of the last five years have been perhaps the worst I have ever had to suffer through. If things hold, they will have finished last in the AL East in three of the last four years.
It’s not because they are losing – lord knows the Sox have had some bad teams through the years – it’s the way they are losing while having a huge payroll full of “talent.” Last night’s 13-10 loss to Toronto, which featured a NINE-RUN inning by the Jays, might have been the straw that broke my remote’s back. As much as I love listening to Don Orsillo and Jerry Remy, I have spent more time turning off NESN this season than I have watching it!
Now I’m on record as saying the Red Sox pitching staff was ill constructed and a huge mistake. I stand by that, and they have done damn little to try and change my mind, outside of the recent promotion of Eduardo Rodriquez, who wasn’t even part of the staff when the season started. Clay Buchholz has been the only guy in the original starting rotation that has been anywhere close to good.
What I am having a harder time wrapping my mind around is how bad the hitting has been. Outside of Dustin Pedroia, Brock Holt, and Xander Bogaerts, the hitting has been inconsistent, bordering on AAAish. Hell, the way some of these guys are hitting, I’m not sure Holt shouldn’t be in the lineup every day somewhere. At least he gets on base!
I don’t put this squarely on the shoulders of John Farrell, though you wonder if at some point a change might have to be made just to get the player’s attention. Frankly, the guy I think who needs to have his feet over the fire is Ben Cherrington. He sold the owners a bill of goods on this “no ace” pitching staff, brought in guys I think are defensively liabilities in Hanley Ramirez, Pablo Sandoval, and Rusney Castillo, and told Red Sox nation this was a team that could compete.
Is the season over? I hope not – but I am rapidly losing faith and patience. When the level of anxiety and frustration from watching my favorite baseball team get so high that it starts to affect other parts of my life, it’s time to switch off before my television becomes a casualty and what’s left of my hair goes down the drain.