“My off day is my off day.” That is how Josh Beckett answered the press’s questions when asked about the reports of his golf outing last week. Really? It’s crap like this that makes me want to punch him in his smug face. You just pitched a pitiful 2.1 innings of some of the suckiest pitching I’ve seen, and you show absolutely no remorse about missing a start and playing golf in the same week. F you, dude, F you.
So, once again, the Red Sox lose. This time to the Cleveland Indians 8-3. That makes it eight of the last nine… ten of the last twelve. And it appears that Cleveland just squirted grease all over that ever growing staircase up from the AL East basement. Derek Lowe (yes, old friend and 38 year old Derek Lowe) pitched a gem, giving up just two runs to this supposed powerful Red Sox offense in a six-inning outing.
On the other hand, Josh Beckett sucks.
Josh Beckett gave up seven runs on seven hits in 2.1 innings.
Josh Beckett is now #52 of 53 AL East pitchers. Ahead of only his caddy (and teammate), Clay Buccholz.
Josh Beckett is an insufferable, self-important, unfeeling, heartless douche who is going to, single-handed, keep this team from ever succeeding this season.
Josh Beckett needs to go. He needs to take his bucket ‘o fried chicken and his six pack of Corona and hit the road.
You know what else needs to happen? Someone needs to grow a set in this clubhouse and speak up. And I don’t mean Bobby Valentine. I realize there aren’t many veterans left on this team — at least those who can speak with some authority. But Dustin Pedroia or David Ortiz (I don’t care if it is a contract year) needs to speak up. Someone needs to go all Wally Backman on this clubhouse and it needs to happen soon.
Nah, I’m not angry or anything like that.
Click here for the rage-inducing box, courtesy of the Red Sox. Tonight, aforementioned caddy to the
ass ace, Clay Buccholz takes the hill tonight against the Indians. Hopefully, he can stop the bleeding. Hopefully, he doesn’t give up yet another five earned runs.