What to do with David Ortiz

What do you do with a guy like David Ortiz? He’s bled Red Sox red (note to self: this doesn’t work) for the better part of his career. He is arguably the greatest clutch hitter in team history. Would the Sox have won two World Series rings without him? Surely not. Unfortunately, it’s become slightly uncomfortable watching Papí at the dish of late. There’s a lot of flailing, a lot of guessing. These days, it looks as though he's trying to swat a lone mosquito with a butter knife. It’s a tricky, uncomfortable, sad and, above all, painfully slow-developing process which is rolling toward an unfortunate, inevitable conclusion. Terry Francona, the erstwhile most loyal manager in the game, stuck with Ortiz in the three-hole for much of the season, defying both logic and the impassioned pleas of every baseball pundit this side of the Mississippi. However, a couple of weeks ago, even Francona had seen enough and he unceremoniously nudged Orti...