By Kevin Flanagan
BSD Senior Staff Writer
One down and one to go.
On Friday the Red Sox blew away the baseball world when they waved goodbye to Hanley Ramirez. The career underperforming and overrated slugger had been slumping since the beginning of the month, and with Dustin Pedroia set to come off the disabled list, this gave the club the best opportunity to make sure that there was no chance that he would even come close to reaching the 497 plate appearances that would vest his $22 million option for 2019.
While team president Dave Dombrowski and the Boston brain trust – the Sox big boss credited manager Alex Cora with the suggestion to make the move – decided part ways with Hanley the Hound, I bet they are secretly hoping that David Price decides to leave the team this fall.
The petulant Price – who, as Sox fans well know, can opt out of his seven-year, $217 million contract after this season – once again made an ass of himself following his start on Monday against the Blue Jays. After getting drilled with a line drive in the first inning, Price was still able to secure his fifth win of the season by holding to two runs – both earned – over five innings of work.
However, that is not what the highest paid pitcher in baseball wanted to talk to reporters about after the game.
When asked about the incident – and the injury potential in represented – the Sox ace turned a-hole went full on flippant. “You know me, I’m the softest guy in this clubhouse,” said Defiant Davey. “If that bothered me, I would have been out of the game. I’m soft. It wasn’t painful. I’m fine. If it was painful, I would have come out.” He continued, “I wasn’t coming out of the game. I’d rather blow-out out there than come out. That’s just where we’re at.”
He acerbically added, “No. I’m soft. It’s cold can’t pitch. My hands tingling can’t do my job. That’s it.”
The trouble is, it would be funny if he weren’t right.
It doesn’t take a Ph.D. in psychology to see that this bozo isn’t cut out for a baseball town like Boston. He has whined almost non-stop since he struggled in his first few weeks with the Red Sox and he hasn’t stopped since. First, the media was too hard on him and then it was the fans. He couldn’t take it when a Hall of Famer/Cy Young and MVP Award winner/World Series Champion turned colorman told it as he saw it on TV, so he aired him/ambushed him on a team charter in front of the entire traveling group.
When he reported to Spring Training in February, Price was asked if he regretted signing in Boston. “None at all. Everything I’ve been through the last two years, it’s been a struggle, absolutely. But I feel like I’ve gotten better from it, learned from it, and I look forward to continue to learn,” he said.
“I came here to win. I knew how tough it was to play here, to pitch here. If you go out and win it, I know all the emotions and everything will be even better in that positive light,” he added. “I look forward to doing that.”
No, you came here for the money, every last penny of that $217 million. And now you are finding out – as the Beatles sang about over 50 years ago – money can’t buy you love. That is especially true in a blue collar town like Boston that favors hustle and grit over self-given glory.
Let’s face it, you don’t like it here, and you don’t belong here. No matter how many commas you have in your paycheck is ever going to change that. So, do us all a favor and shut your mouth, pitch your as off, and leave for greener pastures – not to mention plenty of greenbacks – when the season ends this fall.