You know that feeling you get when things just don’t seem right? Like when you’ve been on a long trip to some foreign land, some unknown place, and the new experiences, the unfamiliarity, it all just starts to wear on you? In a way, sometimes we all play the part of Odysseus, in one form or another, and deep down we know that sooner or later, we all must come home. And in that moment – the smell of the air, the swaying of the trees, the way the road home bends and curves just the way it should – you realize you are back. No longer are you in a place where the unknown overloads the senses. It takes but one moment to realize, finally, you are home.
That moment, that return to normalcy, occurred for me as soon as the ball left the bat of Baltimore Orioles infielder Robert Andino. Every Red Sox fan had to know, deep down, that Carl Crawford wasn’t going to catch that ball. In baseball, there is a fine line between success and failure. For the 2011 Red Sox, that fine line happened to be Mr. Andino. Of course, there’s a lot more to the story than just that. In the end, we’re not supposed to be the favorite. It was better when everyone expected us to fail because it made the prospect of success all the more meaningful. Just as Odysseus set sail for Troy, so too did the Red Sox in the ninth inning of Game 4 of the 2004 ALCS when David Roberts stole the most important base in Boston’s (and maybe baseball’s) history.

Just consider for one moment, that this particular Red Sox fan never endured Bob Gibson shutting down “The Impossible Dream.” My hopes weren’t crushed by The Big Red Machine the night after Fisk waved the ball fair. I was literally 9 weeks old when the ball trickled through Buckner’s legs. But I did see the 1999 Red Sox make an incredible comeback in the division series, only to watch the Yankees make us look like a minor league ball club. I distinctly remember Fox going to commercial break at the end of the 7th inning of Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS on a shot of Pedro Martinez heading out for the eighth. Because I had my hopes crushed before, and like a good baseball fan I knew my history, and because I KNEW – I swear I KNEW – Pedro didn’t have gas left in the tank, I knew that the Red Sox would suffer another incredibly painstaking defeat.
So yes, even for someone of my generation, the years since 2004 have been a confusing and awkward existence. I don’t like being the favored team. As someone who grew up hating the Yankees, it’s been utterly painful to have fans of every other team in baseball lump us in the same category. I didn’t like the fact that the young generations of New England were growing up like Yankees fans. I still don’t like the fact that bandwagoners go to Fenway expecting the Sox to win. We always expected them to lose, that’s what made actually winning so great! And so just like Odysseus had to return to Ithaca, it only seems fitting that Red Sox Nation had to return to a state of lost hopes, of complete, utter, epic, tragic, no way to spin this, failure.
It’s good to be home.
A Few More Thoughts
With the season abruptly over, Red Sox fans have plenty to ponder over the next few months. Will Josh Beckett, Jon Lester, and Clay Buchholz ever be healthy and effective in the same season? Is Jarrod Saltalamacchia really the next franchise catcher? Or is it Ryan Lavarnway, and if so, will he continue to ground into double plays swinging at the first pitch with the bases loaded? Is John Lackey going to be in Red Sox uniform next year? And is he really divorcing his wife while she is battling breast cancer (Damn, dude…)? If today’s reports are true, who is going to be our manager next year?
I always thought Francona deserved to have his job for life because after all, he did what 32 other managers of the Red Sox failed to do since 1918. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Someone always takes the fall. More importantly, all things, especially good things, must come to an end. It seems pretty clear that Theo Epstein isn’t going anywhere. If it’s true that there has been an increasing divide between Francona and Epstein, then this is as good a time as any to say farewell. Nothing is official yet, though. Check that. It's official, Francona is no longer manager of the Red Sox. Thanks for everything, Tito, you'll be sorely missed.
I’m not just glad that the Red Sox put the finishing touches on a remarkable collapse because it brings us back to familiar territory. I’m glad because I didn’t want to have to sit through more of it. Maybe making the postseason would have provided the Sox an opportunity to turn a new leaf and start anew, but somehow I doubt it. Tampa Bay and St. Louis fought their way into October because they played like they deserved to make it. Boston, on the other hand, played like a team that felt like they weren’t as good as the nine game lead on September 2nd indicated.
There appears to be a lack of leadership and some of Francona’s comments from yesterday’s press conference suggested as much. It seems hard to believe because the core of this team has plenty of experience and enjoyed postseason success. That being said, many of these players enjoyed success early in their careers. Sooner or later, you have to learn how to fail. Hopefully, we can consider that lesson learned. In this sense, the club might benefit greatly from a new manager that brings a new voice and personality.
It remains to be seen just how much of an issue this fitness and conditioning problem is. Rumors about this first surfaced a few weeks ago. Initially, I brushed them aside because it was just kind of hard to believe a professional organization in this era lacking or failing in this category. With the prevalence of sports science and nutrition (not to mention the amount of money some of these guys earn), it would seem more than a sin to be unprepared physically. Yet it is also clear from yesterday’s press conference that this is indeed a problem and Epstein had no qualms saying there are certain players not living up to the standards Boston wants. He would not mention names, however. Suffice it to say that this is an embarrassing but fixable problem.
If you look at Boston’s offensive statistics, it becomes clear the problems lie with the pitching staff. I don’t think the Red Sox should give up on Lackey because I think he still has the capability of being an effective mid-rotation starter. It’s hard to say, but my gut feeling is he’ll get one more shot. If Daisuke Matsuzaka can ever return to his 2007-2008 form, we may just forget about all these rotation problems. As much as I hate to blame things on injuries, not having Clay Buchholz this year really did make a big difference, even if it really didn’t show until September.
No one could have predicted Lester and Beckett going a combined 2-5 in the final month. No one knew Robert Andino, a lifetime .245 hitter, was going to have 8 hits and 9 RBIs in seven September games vs. Boston. Who really thought Dan Johnson would salvage the Rays when they were down to their last strike? You never know when the unexpected is going to happen. You can’t predict this stuff. Like my dad always says, it’s why they play the game.
Quote of the Season, Porter Sargent: “I think there were a lot of moments last night where the Red Sox could have won the game, but in the end, the problem was that it should never have come down to having to win last night.”
Happy October
Sources: baseball-reference.com, baseball-almanac.com