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Chill out, people.

Red Sox fans need to calm down. Now.

The hullabaloo around last year’s slow start was irritating enough, especially in light of the fact that by the end of May, the team that face-planted to a 2-12 mark out of the gate, was in first place. Sounding the alarm after three games this on the other hand –well, there’s nothing irritating about it. It’s just plain stupid.

We’re three games into the season without a win and three loses. Two of those losses were walk-off losses against one of the best offenses in the Major Leagues in their home ballpark.

Josh Beckett got lit up. Clay Buchholz looked pretty bad, too. The bullpen has been OK, but has failed to close out two save opportunities between two pitchers. And guess what? These things happen early in the season.

Daniel Bard hasn’t pitched a single inning as a starter and people are already demanding he be put back into the ‘pen. If you’re on Twitter during games, the first pitcher out of the bullpen to get an out all of a sudden becomes the new closer. They’re having a heart attack over Nick Punto leading off even though he went 3 for 6 today with 3 RBI’s.

Red Sox fans have always been skittish, but this is anything but that. This is flat-out insufferable.

If this is what’s causing people to ponder packing it in this early, then here’s some food for your self-absorbed, over-dramatic face:

Closers who’ve blown saves so far this year:

The Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees and Atlanta Braves are all 0-3. The Angels got lit up like a pinball machine against the Kansas City Royals. The Phillies dropped 2 of 3 to the Pirates despite throwing Roy Halladay, Cliff Lee and Cole Hamels. The Baltimore Orioles and New York Mets are undefeated.

Joining Josh Beckett on the list of starters who got hammered for 5 or more earned runs in their first start:

If dropping three games to a good team on the road is what constitutes a ‘disaster’, then Red Sox fans are the ones who need to check themselves. Not the team. And if you think this is dicey, then you need to buckle in. Our next four series are against the Toronto Blue Jays, New York Yankees and Tampa Bay Rays. There’s a good chance this team could barely be sniffing four games under .500 by the end of April. If they do finish .500, then this is going to be a killer team.

For me, the couch fainting act on the part of fans is tired, especially when it’s really to do nothing other than hear yourself act like a dramatic asshole.

We are three games into the season, folks. Three games. Please try to embrace some assemblence of perspective and dial down the hysteria about ten notches. I’m trying to watch the game.

My Father with my daughter.

There have already been times at the ballpark when I’m sitting with my daughter, I look at her and her excited face and hope that she’ll love baseball just like I do. It’s at those times that I remember back to the days when I was at Yankee Stadium or Wachonnah Park with my own father who died before she ever even had a chance to know him. He was a wonderful character who taught me so much about life through the lens of the game– and while I deeply miss him and the times we shared together, the coming of each baseball season reminds me that his passing wasn’t a missed opportunity… It’s that those times at the park – with me – is when I know that my kids will get to know him through me and through baseball.

There are even times when I look away and it’s almost as if he’s there and not Abbie and both experiences get all mixed up together. I get to feel as if Abbie is a little closer to Dad – even if he’s not here. If there is magic in baseball, I’m pretty sure that’s what it is.

I hope my kids love the game not because it’s fun or that it’s something to do to pass those hot, summer evenings when there’s nothing else to do. I want them to enjoy it because of what makes it so important – that it’s a game about family. The last few years for my family have been complicated. Not bad, just different. Life has a way of presenting complexity to us but never in a way we can’t handle. All of us– especially in confusing times like these – face a lot of unknowns. It’s nice to know baseball’s there to give us a break when we need it the most.

Just like Ken Burns opined – baseball is just a metaphor for life. We step up to the plate with so much uncertainty laid out in front of us and no one else but ourselves to blame, and take our best swing. Eventually, somehow, some way – we make our way home. Some of us struggle to get there. Some take longer than others. But ultimately, we’ll get there. We always do.

I’ve changed. My house has changed. My mother, sister, family, job and friends… they’ve all changed, too. But what never changes is that sense of security, love and certainty that memories at the park with my father brought me. Baseball helped my father teach me what ‘home’ was all about – even if he didn’t realize it at the time. It’s not a physical thing or a place we go to – it’s the feeling of certainty, comfort and security that leaves us in our adult years, but that our memories and imaginations can always transport us back to.

That’s why I love baseball. The comfort of knowing that every Spring it’ll be waiting there to welcome me home to those memories and the sense of comfort I always had around my father and my family. That’s what makes it such a special game – because it can help you discover what home really means and every April, leaves a friendly reminder in case we forget.

Enjoy the season. Go Red Sox.

And they’re pretty interesting, too. 

The North Carolina-based Public Policy Polling recently released THIS awesome, fairly comprehensive poll on Red Sox fan sentiment. Check it out the NUMBAHS for yourself here

Highlights include:

  • 81% of Massachusetts residents polled identify themselves as Red Sox fans. In a given city, that number is usually around 60-65%. From a marketing standpoint, that’s almost unheard of. Somewhere, Vince Gennarro’s head exploded all over a spread sheet.
  • Jacoby Ellsbury is the most popular Red Sox player. His good looks don’t just make the women swoon, apparently, us men like him quite a bit, too. I’ll admit that he is a very beautiful man. Dustin Pedroia was #2. The surprise to me was how Adrian Gonzalez – probably the team’s best player – is like – 8th on the list.  Go figure.
  • Fans think Ted Williams is the greatest Red Sox player ever. They’re probably right. Still, it’s great to see JOE CRONIN still getting love. He was in the top five.
  • Historically we like Babe Ruth, still don’t know what to think of Wade Boggs and Roger Clemens can jump off a bridge. Sounds about right. 

Also – thanks for your patience, people. Got some big contracts at work, so I’m doing very well – just got busy through most of Spring Training. For all of you who were wondering, I still hate the media and I’m still a complete and total hypocrite. Seasons change. I don’t. Get ready for lots of posting. 

 

Crazy.... LIKE A FOX~!

After two weeks of getting to see the methods to his madness, I admittedly like a lot of Bobby Valentine’s approach to his first Spring Training as manager of the Boston Red Sox, even if it’s been an odd adjustment for me seeing a new skipper at the helm.

The competitive atmosphere amongst the pitching staff seems to be working. Obviously, 2-3 games into the preseason isn’t exactly the time to start making bold prognostications, but virtually every peripheral candidate for the starting rotation has looked good so far. Padilla looked strong last night working in all his pitches and doing a great job of using each of the four quadrants of the strike zone. Andrew Miller had some great hair on his fastball and mixed in what appeared to be a pretty sharp-looking breaking ball. Alfredo Aceves and Daniel Bard also joined in on the party today, both firing two scoreless frames. Again – we’re a long way out from being comfortable, but things look good as of right now.

Speaking of pitchers, Valentine seems content to keep them as busy as possible – even having them work on – of all things – bunting in their downtime. Everything is centered on baseball all the time. For a group that’s notorious for not being the most focused group in town, keeping them busy is paying dividends.

In fact, keeping this team’s focus on all baseball, all the time seems to be the running theme – even with the positional players.

The positional switch-a-roo stuff is weird and I don’t know how useful it’ll be over the course of the season, but I like the fact that it’s keeping everyday players on their toes and engaged with their preparation. A large part of the reason Terry Francona lost the team last year was largely due to a lack of focus, incentive and engagement. By keeping things fresh and uncomfortable (to a degree), Valentine seems to have found a way – at least in the short term – to keep this team motivated.  And oh yeah – the players kind of seem to be having fun.

There seems to be a lot more ‘play your game’ from Valentine than their was with the previous regime. For years it seemed like pitchers, relievers and hitters were toyed, tinkered and fiddled with to sometimes counter-productive results (see Daniel Bard, Single A starter; Aaron Bates, swing). Valentine seems much more willing to meet players in the middle, identify their comfort zones and build out from there. Players seem to appreciate it and have responded to the approach.

And speaking of comfort zones, I haven’t heard too much beer and chicken madness, either – at least over the past week. There don’t appear to be as many questions because…well… Valentine seems to have a lot of answers. Just take his quip on Carl Crawford today – “They’re saying it’ll be ‘some time’ before he’s ready to hit again. We’ll know what ‘some time’ means by tomorrow morning sometime.” Of course, Valentine’s mouth has gotten him into trouble more often than not, but his very up-front approach seems to have worked so far. We’ll see where things fall when this team gets cold at some point over the course of the season, but so far, I think he’s been outstanding in dealing with the media.

Can Bobby V keep it up? We’ll see. But so far, so good.

(CREDIT: MLB Photo) This is what a Theo Epstein will buy you.

I knew as soon as Nick Cafardo said “John Lackey” back in October that the Theo Epstein compensation “saga” was going to be an early front runner for most irritating story of the winter and of course it delivered in only the way these kinds of stories tend to do.

Now that the Boston Red Sox know they’ll be getting Chris Carpenter back from the Chicago Cubs as compensation for Theo Epstein, hopefully we can put this to rest and be done with it. Of course, the Boston sports media thinks the Red Sox brass are still incompetent boobs, but in all reality, that was going to be the narrative regardless of how the story concluded.

Had Larry Lucchino played hardball with the Cubs, it’d have just reinforced the ongoing characterization the media’s stuck to in the past. There’s no question Lucchino would have inevitably been portrayed as controlling, domineering, egotistical paranoid and selfish. For a frothing at the mouth Boston Sports Media, this one would have been a layup. I can still smell the “LARRY GETS REVENGE ON THEO~!” headlines – even now.

The other option for the Red Sox was to do what they actually did – and that was to let Theo walk and in the process lose the leverage they had in the negotiations. Of course in media land, that leads to the Red Sox front office being painted as bungling and confused and as a result, ultimately failing in their pursuit of adequate compensation.

Unfortunately, the media had decided the outcome before it had been decided, meaning that there was no conceivable way the Red Sox could have won the PR game, anyway.

Even in spite of that, I think the compensation is fair once you 1.) tune out the background shrieks and 2.) lay everything out on the table. I’m not usually one to speculate my face off, but I feel like I’ve got a pretty good sense of what the argument might have been behind the scenes and I think that understanding lends itself to making the compensation package make a lot more sense than it might have on the surface.

I think the Red Sox came at the dispute from the perspective of ‘You’re not just getting a year of Theo. You’re getting him for as long as you’d presumably want him. He’s going to create a lot of revenue for you, we should be justly compensated and that means a piece of your Major League Roster.”

Truth be told – it’s a totally viable point and needs to be heard clearly.

One of the major reasons the Cubs were so smitten with Theo from the get-go was due large in part to his stadium development background. The Cubs have a very strong brand and a loyal fan base, which in many ways is a good thing. However, it becomes problematic when you’re looking to diversify your revenue streams. Cubs revenue streams historically haven’t responded to winning (or losing for that matter) and the opportunities to create additional revenue as a result of a playoff berth are seriously compromised due to limited seating, sponsorship opportunities and other amenities currently lacking at Wrigley Field.

With Epstein expanding Wrigley and finding new ways to create and enhance the ballpark experience, he’s creating the potential for serious revenue increases in the future, all of which will likely eclipse the value of any one player on the current Cubs 25-man roster.

So the Red Sox are right in the fact that by strictly valuating Theo, they were totally within their rights to ask for a Major League talent in return.

The Cubs on the other hand, probably saw it as a simple transaction: “You’ll get what’s equal to the loss of one year of Theo Epstein, which is about $2 million dollars.”

The Cubs aren’t far off, either. The only interests on the part of the Red Sox that had been encroached upon was the single year left on Epstein’s contract. Even though – based on the win curve- most of the Cubs’ players hold little to no value in terms of revenue creation, there still is potential to acquire talent outside of the organization that are both cheap and could create significant returns both on and off the field by using said talent in a trade.

In the Cubs world – and based on where the Red Sox are on the win curve (The ultra-high value 86-91 win zone), their giving up a year of say – Randy Wells, who has gained an average of 1.5 fWAR a year – wouldn’t be fair.

Why? Because wins 86-91 are worth a ton of money. How much would Randy Well’s 1.5 wins mean to the Red Sox? Roughly – $3.4 million dollars (Using Vince Gennaro’s Dollar Value of the 91st Win chart p. 49 Figure 3.2 “Diamond Dollars”, 2007). Not only would they get that money back in production, but also if they made the playoffs, the acquisition of the seemingly mediocre Wells could yield as much as $8-10 million in residuals over the course of a few years. $2 million for $8-10 isn’t fair, either if you’re looking at the compensation as a swap.

Thus, the crux of the impasse: The Red Sox valuated Theo’s impact as a whole to the Cubs. The Cubs valuated the worth of the remainder of Theo’s contract to the Red Sox.

As a result, Selig likely moved to the middle and gave the Red Sox the opportunity to have a player who will LIKELY generate as much value as Theo’s contract over the course of his tenure in Boston AND have the potential to exceed it if he develops and becomes a contributor. For the Cubs, the money they get back or the chance to ‘win’ the deal will ultimately lie in how much revenue Epstein can scratch together in year one. It’s not ideal for either side but risk (to a degree) is shared by both with there being plenty of room for profit potential on both sides.

All things considered, it’s a pretty fair deal. It’s not ideal. It was annoying to read about and most of all – it seems like a lot of hullabaloo over a AAA relief pitcher. But these are the kinds of little decisions that can add up to big returns if played correctly. All things considered, it seems like a fair, balanced deal. Case closed.

Gerry Callahan's response on behalf of the Boston sports media with regards to their accountability.

If Josh Beckett should be apologizing to the media for not doing his job last season, then shouldn’t the media apologize for not doing theirs?

The word accountability has been bandied about pretty freely this offseason, but the people who’ve been slinging it into the fan don’t seem to understand it’s meaning or even worse – those that do don’t seem to think it applies to them. Taking that into consideration, it’s astonishing that the media is sitting back, flabbergasted by Josh Beckett’s lack of remorse for his supposed actions (or lack thereof) at the end of last season.

The best thing about the beer and chicken disintegration of the Red Sox – or at least the loveable bed time story the media has assigned to it in order to explain the completely unexplainable – is the complete and total lack of responsibility on the media’s behalf to do their job.

There are really only two ways you can look at this story, neither of which paints a very flattering picture of the Boston Sports Media establishment.

Scenario A is a ‘best case’ scenario. It assumes the media was right about the behavior of the Red Sox and Josh Beckett in particular. But still, the outcome from their end is pretty poor. Scenario-B, assumes that they’ve inflated the issue beyond reason and are deliberately ignoring history and facts for the sake of narrative – which also casts their performance in a negative light.

So let’s explore Scenario-A:

The pitching staff blew their team off with Josh Beckett leading the charge to plunder bucket after bucket of Popeye’s wings and guzzle gallons of beer in the clubhouse. He got progressively heavier and more apathetic as a result. It caused or was representative of the overall apathy of the team – in particular the pitching rotation – and such delinquency led to widespread discontent and complete disregard for the authority of then-manager Terry Francona. The team imploded and the starting rotation has since skirted their responsibility in said disaster.

But if that was the case, where was the media on this when it was actually happening? Where were the reports of animosity in the clubhouse? How could they not tell Beckett was getting fatter when they literally scale one another in front of his half-naked body every week to ask him stupid questions? How could they not tell that Francona had been marginalized, or that the pitching staff had become aloof and akin to their own, private social club?

The inescapable truth is that these reporters are around the team constantly. They’re in the locker room. They’re with them before games. They speak with them after the game. They’re with them on the road – sometimes even staying in the same hotel. Sometimes, they fly on the same flight.

You mean to tell me – that in spite of all of that interaction – that they didn’t know what was happening? They didn’t ask hard questions? They didn’t try to paint a clear picture of what this team was really like to an audience of fans who spend inordinate amounts of their hard-earned money to support this organization? And worse yet – because they were trying to ‘protect’ people on the team… or worse, themselves?

One of the most entertaining reasons given was insinuation that Larry Lucchino might shut them out in spite of never giving indication he’d ever do that in the past. They pawned their fear off on him. Talk about excuses. Talk about lacking accountability.

So by scenario-A, the media failed the fans, their readers, the team and their respective organizations. They violated the trust that the general public is supposed to have in them to report news as it happens and factually, skirting the truth because they’re afraid of losing their jobs or connections.

It’s failure mixed in with cowardice in a job that’s considerably more important than playing baseball is.

So where’s their apology? Who’s stepping up the plate to take one for the team amongst the Sox beat? Or does their behavior or inability to perform their job not count?

Sadly, scenario-B is just as bad, probably worse.

Discussing Josh Beckett’s ability to get the job done in two crucial starts down the stretch is completely reasonable. Personally attacking him and relentlessly attempting to shoehorn his performance over the course of the season into a narrative of someone who doesn’t care, is frankly – ludicrous considering the pile of evidence to the contrary.

• There’s the issue of ignoring how instrumental Beckett was to turning the team around in April and May and throwing the team on his back to get them out of the first ditch they dug for themselves. Remember this story? Or this one? Or this doozy from John Thomase. Just don’t lose games. Or you’re a dick.
• There’s been nothing written pondering the condition of Josh Beckett’s ankle upon his return and what impact that could have had on his performance.
• There’s the double standard of praising a guy like Rob Gronkowski for taping up his ankle in the Super Bowl and not being effective and Josh Beckett doing the same for his team.
• There’s not giving Beckett any credit for not using his ankle injury – or the birth of his first child – as excuses for his poor performance or distraction.
• There’s been a little buzz about Josh Beckett showing up to Spring Training early… but no mention of the fact that he does that every year.
• Wasn’t this also the same guy who spent the entire 2010 season colorfully illustrating to the press how bad he sucked night after night?
• And speaking of 2010, wasn’t his bouncing back from one of his worst seasons to put together one of his best some sort of indication that this guy gives a shit?

This is a guy who lacks accountability? A sense of obligation? A work ethic?

It’s true that Josh Beckett could be a sunnier personality. He could have and probably should have been better in the last two games he pitched in last season. He needed to be more focused than he was. But questioning the guy’s desire and blatantly omitting facts for the sake of narrative isn’t appropriate. Nor professional.

So excuse Josh Beckett if he’s not willing to commit Hari-Kari in the name of professionalism and desire in front of a Red Sox beat that is hardly a paragon of either trait. It’d be like apologizing to Bobby Brown for smoking crack. If Josh Beckett should make mea culpa then the media should make theirs, first.

And I believe we need heroes, I believe we need certain people who we can measure our own shortcomings by. -Richard Attenborough

Congrats to Tim Wakefield on a wonderful career. He was a special player. He had great passion, an incredible will to compete and during the course of his career, carried himself with dignity and class. But that’s not why I really like him.

Everyone knows that guys like Babe Ruth, Barry Bonds, Ted Williams and the like – that they add to the mystique and lore of the game. They bring vibrant depth and color to the picture being painted in front of us. There’s no doubt – without players like that, baseball isn’t a special game.

But baseball isn’t just a game… it’s a pastime. Baseball is a game that’s a part of our culture. It’s rules, how it’s played, the people who play it – they reflect us as a whole. The best part about baseball is that it’s never far from our hearts and it’s always going to be a part of us and who we are. Baseball isn’t just a sport Americans like – it’s a sport that’s an extension of who we are.

Tim Wakefield was a player who never seemed like he was beyond our reach because in so many ways – he was so much like us. He wasn’t a great player, but to be a relevant one, he had to learn, re-learn, adapt, swallow hard and keep moving forward. Unlike Barry Bonds, who seemed to effortlessly swat baseballs into the night’s sky, for players like Tim Wakefield, it wasn’t as easy.

Wakefield was our guy. He runs like we do. He fails like we fail. He wasn’t ever the most skilled or most athletic, but he was determined. Above all else, when things were at their worst, he was at his most selfless.

Like Tim, we know what it’s like to fight for a job. We know what it’s like to have to reinvent ourselves. We might not be the most athletic. We might not be the most gifted. Sometimes, we even find ourselves being a burden to those around us. But still, somehow, someway, we manage to dust off our caps and move forward. That was Tim Wakefield in a nutshell. That’s what made him such a great Red Sox player to root for.

Above all, it’s what’s going to make him a better person long after the lights have faded. Thanks for the memories, Tim.

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