This Red Sox team has laid down here at the end of the season. I never ever thought I would see something like this ever from a Red Sox team. I think the demise of the starting pitching was the catalyst but it is no excuse for professional athletes to lay down like this.
It does start with John Henry (the guy rumored to have wanted the Crawford deal) for having given Theo too much money to play with and Theo's many years of "we will overpay this guy because he is going to be the last cog in our championship juggernaut" syndrome for putting together an overpaid, s*** team. Then we have to thank Mr. "we have to find a day to give So and So a blow" Tito for coddling them to perpetuity. As for the players themselves, with a few exceptions they have the integrity of a wet noodle. There are some really stand up guys and a bunch of chumps......very little middle ground on this team.
They are literally standing around out on the field day dreaming. All that is missing is for the camera to pan over, finding one of them chewing on his glove. Patience at the plate?.....they can't get back to the dugout fast enough. Batting must be interfering with their text messaging. They are not shell shocked. They are (again with notable exceptions) heartless, gutless and toothless. The team for the most part has taken on the persona's of Mr Drew, Crawford, Lackey and the league's most unimpressive 300 hitter, AGons.
As Red Sox fans we can no longer point at past Steinbrunner excesses as we now have the most excessively asinine ownership in baseball. At least Steinbrunner was a fire breather. Henry floats over this team like a cloud, a tasteless, odorless gas of misguided money. A pox on MR. Henry's house.