Now that they’ve squandered a 9 game lead on the Rays, can the Red Sox still survive and advance?
The bigger question is: do I care? The answer: not as much as I wish I did.
There had been a lot to like about this team, but not a lot to love. The emotional investment was lacking, because I never saw much emotional investment from the men wearing the laundry we root for.
Remember the unmitigated joy of 2004? They were The Beatles of baseball. Manny and Papi were John and Paul with Louisville Sluggers. Pedro and Schilling, the Lennon and McCartney of the mound. Millar and Damon were Ringos. Mueller and Bellhorn were Georges. Quiet, steady, and every now and then they produced a “Something.”
Certainly, the current incarnation has talent. Jacoby Ellsbury is having an “up yours” season of historic proportions. But with the possible exception of Dustin Pedroia (whose actions speak louder than words) there is not a single definable personality that stands out.
There is nobody to love.
The sad fact is that the 2011 Red Sox have become the Yankees. Without the guts. And without the charm.