David Ortiz hit a two-run double Wednesday night against the Tigers. And thank heaven he did, because listening to the Red Sox post-game on WEEI on Tuesday night, you would have thought that Ortiz is the devil.
Caller after caller, saying send Ortiz down to Pawtucket…Ortiz gotta go…Ortiz musta been juicin’…Ortiz lied about his age. And this was after a win!!! We won’t even bring up the Soxcentric web sites.
Suddenly he’s “Ortiz?” What happened to “Big Papi“, that teddy bear of a bopper with whom Red Sox Nation had a non-stop love affair for six years? The man with the big grin who had kids from Bangor to Branford spitting into their batting gloves and slapping them together before settling into the batter’s box.
Yes, he’s been just awful this year. And yes, maybe he’s lost it. (Hey, Jim Rice lost it pretty quickly, and he’s got a trip to Cooperstown coming up.)
But couldn’t we cut a guy who gave us so many thrills a little slack? At least cut the innuendo? Or have we become that jaded?
In a “what have you done for me lately” world, Big Papi deserves better.