By Kevin Flanagan
BSD Senior Staff Writer
Why do bad things happen to good people?
If you were to look up the word karma on the Google machine after around 9 pm on Friday night, you would likely would have seen the “highlights” of Red Sox starter David Price getting his ass handed to him by a Baltimore Orioles team that previously would find it hard to hit a high school pitcher as hard as they did the most unlikable player to call Fenway Park home since the Olde Towne Team kicked Hanley “The Hound” Ramirez to the curb just over a year ago.
The most miserable multimillionaire you have ever come across decided to once again morph into a diva/detestable spoiled brat earlier this week when the Chad Finn ran a story in the Boston Globe Magazine detailing current Sox broadcaster and Hall of Famer Dennis Eckersley’s not so smooth path to Cooperstown, where he will take part in the celebration of baseball this weekend in the otherwise sleepy town in central New York state.
In his spot that detailed the number of exceedingly difficult life battles that Eckersley had to overcome to have his bust being placed in the hallowed Hall that celebrates the greatest players to ever play the game of baseball, Finn asked the former Sox star about the sad setup he had to endure two years ago on a team charter that was premeditated by Price.
As the Boston “sports media critic” – take that for what it is worth considering that he essentially is an employee of Red Sox principal owner John Henry and has an obvious disdain for the original sports talk radio venue in town – the Globie wrote this after Price went just short of postal.
In probably three hours of conversation over two days at Fenway, we talked about the Price situation for maybe two minutes. There is not another quote in my notes about it. Like with everything else he has dealt with in his life, he was open and honest, and then we moved on to the next topic.
Perhaps the most interesting quote in the once must-read media outlet that has become just another outdated rag that will shortly be a distant memory was Eck’s quote regarding making a false attempt at smoothing out ruffled feathers with the overpaid prima donna.
“I don’t plan on saying a word to him, I don’t plan on seeing him, never. [Broadcasters now board the plane before players.] I don’t really give a [expletive] one way or another. I don’t think he really cares one way or the other.’’
Say what you want about Eckersley, he doesn’t bullshit. Unlike the self-absorbed Sox starter who is so thin-skinned, he still can’t get past an incident that he initiated some two years ago that exposed him for the asshat he really is.
“The one thing that definitely stood out to me is that he had zero former teammates in that [documentary],’’ Price said. “Not one talking about him. It was him talking about himself. If anybody ever does a special on me after baseball, I won’t need to go on and interview. I’ll have former teammates. I’ll have former coaches. They can all vouch for me. He didn’t have that.
“To me, that’s all you need to know. That tells the entire story right there.’’
To me, all you need to know about Price is the little amount of character he has shown in his time in Boston. It has pretty much been a pity party since the franchise gave him $217 million to perform like one of the best pitchers in the game, and when the fan base that is subsidizing that outrageous salary actually expected him to live up to his paycheck, he whined like a 3-year-old whose parents took his binky away.
In fact, I’m pretty sure Eckersley summed up David “Pitty Me” Price’s time in Boston when he made a one-word comment that supposedly set the starter off on his crusade against the Hall of Famer when describing a disaster of a rehab start from the overwhelmingly underachieving Eduardo Rodriguez.