Keep it classy, Boston.


Francona at his last news conference with the Sox: classy to the end.

Like any true Yankee fan, I quietly snickered when the Red Sox essentially pissed away the month of September, playing crummy ball and falling out of playoff contention. It’s nice to have a little ammo for the next time someone makes a snide comment about the Yankees “buying championships”. Yes, because Carl Crawford came so cheap.

Then I read this feature today by Bob Hohler and…honestly, Sox fans, I don’t know why you haven’t taken the pitchforks and torches down Yawkey Way. Lackey, Beckett, Ortiz…I could go down the list of selfish bums but why bother. It will only make you angrier. And far be it for me to comment on selfish ball players (*cough*Rafael Soriano*cough*)

Selfish athletes can be found throughout the league, and baseball history is full of douchebag moves by douchebag owners and managers. This situation is, for the most part, no different. But…this crap about Terry Francona popping pills? REPREHENSIBLE. The man brought your organization two World Championships, slayed a supposed 86-year-old demon, dealt with effing Manny and this is how you thank him for his time in Boston? Dragging Francona’s personal issues out in public when the real problem is that you have $15 million pitchers who don’t have the decency and maturity to put down that bucket of KFC in the locker room and go support their teammates and stand by their manager when he obviously needed them most? Real classy, Henry, Werner and Co. Here’s a tip: when a staff member is dealing with personal issues – say, a crumbling marriage – try support and empathy you a-holes.

Here’s how awful this is to Sox fans: one good friend of mine is shunning the team he has supported his entire life on account of this.

And now that Theo heading to Chicago, this is likely Ben Cherington’s mess to clean up. Thankfully, he has a bright spot in Dustin Pedroia, who still cares…until he has an opportunity to leave town. Could you blame him?

Red Sox fans, you have given me hell over the years, but you don’t deserve this. Watching a team choke in September is bad enough, but that’s baseball. Watching the smearing of a beloved manager’s name is simply disgusting. And for that, I feel terrible for you guys.

Oh, dear. GAWD!

Lady Bee here for the vacationing Raven. So, um, what fresh hell is this? T.O. and Ochocinco on the same team?!! Ochocinco telling ESPN this will be a great year? Oh, you said it, Chad! With apologies to loyal Ladies… reader thistlewarrior, we cannot wait for this circus to get underway. How much ego and douchebaggery can one locker room take? How long until T.O. hangs his good buddy Chad out to dry? Or complains about Palmer not throwing enough passes to him?

Of course, all that said, could we expect Terrell to take the high road while Chad pulls a hissy fit over face time? Please, dear readers. We want your take on this. Better yet, start making wagers on when the shit hits the fan. I’m already predicting a minor spat over who is Batman and who is Robin (guess which role T.O. has assumed?) Somehow, I can’t see that partnership going as smoothly as this one did.

I rest my case.

All the best, Bengals fans. You’re in for a heckuva season.