Jeez, barely two paragraphs into today’s column and Dan Shaughnessy throws this one down at the current Sox:
Hang down your heads, John Henry, Larry Lucchino, and Theo Epstein. You too, Terry Francona. And all you guys in uniform — you just keep telling yourselves that any day now you’ll take off on a hot streak. You are 45-44 since May 1 and you have a chance to be remembered as the biggest pack of frauds ever to don the Sox uniform.
Seems to me that Shaughnessy suffers from a bit of hyperbole and pathological frustration. I don’t see how a team which is basically maddeningly underachieving deserves the tag of “frauds”. There have been missteps, bad hirings (Francona), poorly handled almost-trades (duh), totally debilitating injuries to two all-stars one of which led to the trading of a local hero (these injuries were perhaps the biggest snowball-causing culprit this season), the recent and extended absence of a strategically important second baseman (Reese), pitchers in their walk-years suffering from stage fright, all sorts of problems. There have also been sincere efforts at upgrading the pitching staff in the off-season (Schilling and Foulke, smart and clever moves, both), pleasant surprises (the development of Arroyo and Youkilis in the last two months), cheap over-performers (Bellhorn), and a legitimate wild-card hunt. Before Shaughnessy starts F-bombing the Sox, he ought to re-think the maneuvers of the team, and re-judge their supposed fraudulence. He ought to re-read his columns lamenting the walking-away of Mo Vaughn for nothing. His labeling today is shameful.
This is a typical column from someone who has become, from the tenor of his columns, a nasty and embittered man, and I disavow him as representative of Sox fans in RSN. Though I am frustrated, hate the manager, and am sick of mediocrity, I cannot doubt how badly these guys want to win, and calling them frauds is absolutely out of line.