Red Sox Nation, reeling under the triple shocks of a lost pennant, a lost manager, and a lost general manager, now may be facing a lost Papi.
Yes, your long-time partner in crime with the ultimate drama queen, Manny Ramirez, has finally announced Boston has too much drama. Who said Ortiz was slow on the uptake?
Now, after years of being second banana to every flake the Red Sox have kept on the roster, Ortiz claims he wants to go to New York, changing his Sox for pinstripes. They ought to make him look thinner.
The New Yankee Stadium had to use jackhammers to dig up Ortiz’s jersey in the cement where a worker had placed as a curse just a few years ago. Now the Sox can send the living and breathing curse to New York instead of re-signing him.
Let him go. He probably thinks he can part the waters of the Charles River to escape.
Boston media has spent the better part of two seasons looking for reasons to claim that Ortiz is washed up. Lately, Boston radio blab masters have noted that Ortiz is much, much older than he claims.
Like President Obama, birthers in the Red Sox Nation are demanding he produce a birth certificate from the Dominican Republic to prove he is really younger than 40 years of age.
Ortiz is showing the signs of old age, including being tone deaf and forgetting what happened yesterday.
During the epic collapse season he interrupted the manager Terry Francona in a press conference, demeaning his alleged friend, and later challenged the manager’s decisions about the pitching staff.
Now he says, with a laugh, he isn’t paying attention to clubhouse matters. It’s not his job.
Ortiz was asked if manager Francona had lost the respect of his players. Before answering, Ortiz gave a pregnant pause of about six seconds. The pause was long enough for Ortiz to think of a head count, and it wasn’t long before he could definitively say, “Some.”
He could likely put himself into the category of disrespecters.
He could also put himself into the category of traitors to his friends. Ortiz, a recent naturalized citizen, apparently missed the lesson on Benedict Arnold in his American history course.
Now David Ortiz is a free agent, wanting millions beyond the mean statistical norm for washed up DHs. He feels he could DH in New York, where the Steinbrenner millionaire club features some of the oldest hitters in the game.
We don’t want to run Ortiz from Boston on a rail, but there is a comfortable Acela train leaving several times per day for Times Square.
So long, Big Papi. Don’t let your back swing hit you on the way out.
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