The Red Sox are all the way back
Disclaimer: I will be snip snapping on my Red Sox takes all season long with zero remorse. Because in my soul and deep in my plums I love baseball and the Red Sox, but in my heart the Red Sox make me fucking hate the Red Sox.
This was my thought on the Red Sox during spring training. I consciously decided to be positive and optimistic. Chaim Bloom was making moves that to most seemed like at best fringe guys. Some real chicken soup out of chicken poop kind of moves that would make Billie Bean blush. But ya know what. I was for it. It was a refreshing change from throwing checkbooks and prospects at Scott Boras clients. Was it going to work? Who knows. I was confident though after the deabaucal of 2020 and covid it could only go up. Plus there were some young pitching prospect to look forward to and guys like Dabec, Durran, maybe even Jeter Downs breaking with the club.
Then opening weekend happened. Listen I would have been happen with 1 - 2. I just want competitive baseball. But Garrett Richards. The big $10 Million off season splash went out on Sunday and the Orioles look like ‘95 Indians. And then acted like it wasn’t his fault no big deal. Puke city.
So, naturally I was fully out on the Red Sox. #deadtome. Again, only natural. If you were one of these “it’s only 3 games. It’s a long season” type of guys you can lick my boots and pay me to do it. That’s the level of gullible you need understand you’re living with. It’s for your own good really.
Fast forward 96 hours later and the local 9 hold the only 4 game winning steak in the AL. How dare they make me question my integrity. The starting pitching looks solid. The bats came alive in a big way and they played like they gave a shit. There was some good baseball too. The man on 2nd in extras is pretty damn fun. Golf clap for MLB.
The one move I am not a fan of was sending Houck down. I understand he has options and other don’t yadda yadda yadda, but this season is about moving towards the future and the kid looks like he is part of the future. If Houck isn’t back up after Richards shits his pants again I’ll be snip snapping like a mother.
Moral of the story? That poor boy licked my boots for nothing.