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“Wot’s, Uh, The Deal With This Rubbish?” A Stern Message from Red Sox owner John Henry

Dear sirs of Red Sox Nation,

I quite nearly choked on my biscuits while breakfasting on my open-air terrace this morning after hearing unsavory rumours on my handheld audio device that my Boston Red Sox are for sale. Thank goodness a lukewarm cup of Earl Grey was nearby to allow me to drown out the dire circumstances of such tracheal blockage.

Let there be no further debate: I am fully committed to the Fenway Sports Group and all of its components, including the beloved Red Sox Baseball Club of Boston.

I shan’t beat around the bush: I find all such rumours to be utterly insulting and downright nasty. I do believe the whole lot of it has been done to a turn.

Might I also state that Fox Business, from which this story originated, could not possibly have the inside intelligence to put forth such a preposterous claim – even if it were true – unless it had done something drastic, like figure out some magical way to listen in on private telly conversations.

As of this writing, I have lorded over this club for a decade, during which time we have won two world championships; made substantial improvement to Fenway Park; and effectively monetized the experience of diehard Red Sox fandom.

Make no mistake, we are just getting started. Our decline and fall has been vastly overstated. We have expunged vile bodies and, I pledge, Red Sox Nation, that we shall put out more flags before this whole thing is over and done.

Good day,

Series Preview: Will “scuffling” Yankees spoil Boston’s aspirations for top-five draft pick?

The race for a top five draft pick is on, Sox fans!

Going into Tuesday night’s action, Boston’s record sat at 63-78 – four games better than Cleveland (59-81) in the pivotal “Loss” column for the fifth pick. Meanwhile, the third-worst slot was also well within reach as Colorado sits at 56-83 (five losses ahead of the Sox).

The faltering Red Sox (losers of nine of their last 10 games), it would seem, could be lining themselves up nicely for a top-five draft pick in the 2013 amateur player draft.

But leave it to the reeling New York Yankees to come to town just in time to spoil the party.

The first-place Bombers limp into town as they begin a three-game set with the Red Sox at Fenway Park on Tuesday night. The aging Yanks aren’t exactly forging ahead full throttle as they enter the season’s final weeks, which is likely to feature an eventual playoff staredown with fellow AL East contenders Baltimore and Tampa Bay.

And as usual, everything the Yankees do is quite obviously aimed at weakening the Red Sox.

In fact, both the manager and New York players confirmed that they will put their playoff aspirations on hold just long enough to hopefully bolster Boston’s win total and spoil their 2013 draft positioning.

“Yeah, there’s going to be a lot of pussy-footing around in Boston, I can promise you that,” said a distracted looking Joe Girardi. “Our at-bats will be submissive; our base-running tentative and our hustle uninspired.”

Girardi said further, “I’m going to set the tone here. I’m going to bat our worst on-base guy in the leadoff spot and I’ll probably unwittingly slot in our worst power-hitter in the key third spot of the batting order. Maybe I’ll pitch fragile-minded bullpen specialists like Joba Chamberlain for four games straight.”

The Yankees manager claims he is also working on disenfranchising franchise player Derek Jeter.

“I’ve got a few rumors I’m going to drop into some tabloids later in the week. None of them are really based in any truth, but the New York media should have some fun with them for a couple of days. You know…I think maybe Jeter’s ‘commitment’ to the club isn’t what it used to be. He doesn’t play as hard for me as he did for Joe Torre …ya know, that kind of stuff.”

“I’ll clarify myself before Friday night’s game against Tampa because we’re going to need to win that one if everything goes as poorly as we hope in Boston.”

Said slugger Curtis Granderson, “Joe’s told me to use a bat that’s already cracked through…I guess he doesn’t trust me not to swing for the fences up there and he figures this way even if I make contact the ball will go nowhere.”

Added Jeter: “I’m going to do that thing where I stare every good pitch right over the plate all the way into the catcher’s mitt. But I’m also going to swing at every pitch in the dirt and above my neck. We call it ‘Ciriaco-styling'”

For his part, lame duck Sox manager Bobby Valentine does not sound worried.

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he laughed when apprised of Girardi’s comments about strategically tanking a few games with the bigger picture of 2013 and beyond in mind. “I may not be back here next season, but I sure as shit ain’t going to let somebody like Joe Girardi out-mismanage me. He thinks one little scrum with a USA Today reporter makes him a badass? This guy is way out of his league.”

Asked for specifics, Valentine remained coy, but did provide one telling piece of information.

“We haven’t made a final decision about whether to shut down Daisuke. But I think maybe his next session of long-toss could come while playing third-base during tonight’s game…”

The 2012 Yankees can’t hold a candle to epic collapses of 2011 or 1978 Red Sox

On September 4, 2011, the Boston Red Sox’s peak odds of making the playoffs were 99.78% (see the handy chart from this Sports Illustrated story). *Note that those odds were without the help of an extra Wild Card slot.*

A year later, as the slate of games went final on September 4, 2012, the New York Yankees’ playoff odds are projected to be just under 80% after the team fell into a tie for first place in the AL East with the Baltimore Orioles last night.

Boston’s 1978 collapse was slightly less impressive in that it began earlier in the summer – yet that Red Sox team still had a playoff probability of 96.54% on August 12, according to the SI story linked above. That infamous one-game playoff was necessary in large part because the Yankees won at a near 75% clip during the final seven weeks of the season rather than Boston suffering anything close to the ineptitude of September 2011.

So it is no exaggeration to suggest that both the 2011 and 1978 Red Sox absolutely dwarf this cute little bout of flatulence dressed up as a pants-shitting collapse currently fueling late-summer hysteria in the Bronx.

To wit: The NY Post only used something like 85-point font for their “TANKEES” headline on Wednesday morning. Are these jaded New Yorkers taking this thing seriously?

Even if New York is able to continue losing and to take this downward chute all the way to the finish line, they’ll merely be an also-ran in baseball’s long history of September swoons. And it is conceivable that the Yanks could place third in the AL East behind Baltimore and Tampa Bay and still managed to sneak into the playoffs for the one-game Wild Card round.

This is a laissez-faire collapse if there ever was one.

Obviously, poor New York’s odd inferiority complex with Boston has reared its ugly head yet again. Sometimes we wonder why New Yorkers can’t just accept the harsh truth that Boston is so much more efficient than New York. Its collapses are grander; its players more hapless and, if 2012 is any indicator, its fallout more maddening than ever considered possible.

The gravest tragedy that will come of all this? The Yankees will probably start fielding a better, healthier lineup over the last four weeks of the season, catch a few breaks and manage to somehow win the division anyway.

Wait ‘til next year, indeed.

Happy One-Week Anniversary of Mega-Trade 2012, Red Sox Fans!

This Labor Day weekend marks the unofficial end of summer 2012. Cruelly, the Red Sox will still be playing baseball games until October 3. But thanks to Ben Cherington’s masterfully orchestrated trade last week, hope has been restored for 2013. Until that time…Sox fans like this guy in Boston Common Friday morning will just be chilling, remembering that old adage about what happens when you dare to dream big…

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Some visual aids to help properly assess Bobby Valentine’s time in Boston

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The first two graphics provided below are examples of ball clubs that experienced rocky beginnings to the season, a relentless rash of injuries and poor performances from highly-paid star players. These two teams were managed by Terry Francona and ultimately … Continue reading

Report: Red Sox popularity plummeting so severely, only a few hipsters projected to care by 2014

Grumblings over the relevance of the Boston Red Sox continue to grow louder and louder this season. Attendance at Fenway Park has been steady but demand for tickets is extremely light compared to the salad days of the mid-to-late aughts. The conclusion of the Boston Celtics’ playoff run and the return of star players such as Jacoby Ellsbury and Carl Crawford have so far done surprisingly little to allay the trend over the last six weeks.

The Red Sox could shock the world in a year or two. But will anyone still be paying attention?

The downturn even amidst the team’s modest success since the end of April suggests that baseball is no longer a mainstream spectator sport in New England.

It ain’t 2009 anymore. And, in fact, most experts agree: the situation will get worse.

By 2014, the Boston Red Sox fan base is projected to consist solely of hipsters.

That’s right: After half a century of stupidly high levels of popularity and rabid fan enthusiasm on a nearly worldwide level, the Boston Red Sox are no longer worth following, says pretty much everybody.

Soon, even the least astute losers of society are likely to catch on.

Pioneering stringers for cutting-edge news outlets such as the Boston Globe newspaper are already reporting on the trend.

For example, in an article entitled the “Ups, downs of fandom” from Wednesday’s Globe, a local restaurateur (or two, maybe!) were quoted as surprised by how little rush patrons seem to be to get to the ballpark in time for the opening pitch. It would seem the team’s last few lingering fans would rather finish their buffalo wings than waste their hard-earned dough on team ‘merch’ like player jerseys.

Says one analyst, “Within the next 12 to 18 months, the only people following the team will be society’s outliers, the people who do things different for the sake of being different.”

Major League Baseball has already taken note of the potential impact that a shift in the Red Sox fan base may have. For one, merchandising prospects for a team supported by hipsters are grim, to say the least.

“Penetrating the second- and third-hand thrift store marketplace with official Red Sox licensed products could be challenging. Then again, we’ve pulled off the seemingly impossible in the past by convincing approximately seven fans to purchase John Lackey game replica jerseys,” says one Sox spokeman.

Just to be safe, the organization has already hiked up prices for “throwback” jerseys and customized jersey tees for players that played in the late-1990s and early 2000s, when most of today’s hipsters were at peak impressionability.

“Wearing a John Wasdin or Carl Everett jersey makes a certain anti-everything type of statement that hipsters really dig,” said one team marketing guru. “It just kind of speaks for itself. These people will turn conventional fandom on its head.”

Meanwhile, the team is in negotiations with the MBTA to increase the frequency of game-day bus routes to Kenmore Square from enclaves such as Lower Allston, Davis Square and Central Square.

Once this niche fanbase is transported en masse to the areas around Fenway Park, enticing them to actually purchase tickets will prove the least of the team’s worries.

“It’s simple, really – the outfield concessions pavillion will be transformed into a farmer’s market and the center field bleachers will be gutted and turned into a stage on which musical acts will perform while either wearing funny hats or sporting unconventional facial hair — or both at the same time depending on what’s, you know, cool at any given time. We can also act very swiftly to any bumps in market demand for ear studs with the BoSox logo or sudden changes in the ideals for cut and fit of a licensed Red Sox T-shirt.”

Boasted another team marketing exec, “We’re so ahead of the curve on this one. I can’t wait to brag to the jerks who join this department in the next five years how fricken awesome it felt to be in on the ground floor for this. It’s going to be so epic.”

What Red Sox players did during their summer vacation

While David Ortiz was busy in Kansas City participating in the Home Run Derby and All Star Game this past week, the rest of the Red Sox took advantage of a midsummer’s reprieve from playing baseball games.

Pitchers

  • Jon Lester: Massaged my temples while sitting in a dark room for four straight days.
  • Josh Beckett: Here – I made you an over-sized diorama of my activities out of an empty Miller Lite box filled with golf balls.
  • Felix Doubront: Began mentally preparing to start one-game playoff against Tampa Bay to end regular season; the Wild Card play-in game against Anaheim a day later and Game 1 of the ALDS two days after that.
  • Clay Buchholz: I did all kinds of cool things, but absolutely nothing involving an inflatable kiddie pool filled with mid-shelf vodka. I promise.
  • Aaron Cook: Condensed and rewrote an entire script for an episode of HBO’s The Newsroom. The episode’s projected runtime is now three and a half minutes.
  • Franklin Morales: Surrendered a third home run to Andruw Jones.
  • Vicente Padilla: Signed up for copious amounts of beastiality porn site subscriptions under the handle mteixeira@yankees.com.
  • Daisuke Matsuzaka: You don’t want to know. No, seriously, you don’t.

Infielders

  • Nick Punto: Two Tough Mudder races (daily) and signed up for an Ironman Triathalon during the offseason. Did some pull-ups and practiced a few different sliding techniques.
  • Adrian Gonzalez: Tylenol and codeine. Lots of codeine.
  • Mike Aviles: Aimed some home runs off the Jordan’s Furniture sign in center field. Fans only win free furniture if I hit the ball on the first pitch, right?
  • Will Middlebrooks: Getting infusion of blood enriched with anti-Tim Naehring plattletes.
  • Dustin Pedroia: Spoke to a surgeon about possibly grafting a couple of the less useful toes on my foot onto my hands as “backup” thumbs.
  • Mauro Gomez: Broke the starter cord on my lawnmower pulling the damn thing too hard.

Catchers

  • Kelly Shoppach: Got close to convincing Tim Wakefield to make a comeback for the Sox. Heh. Deal with that, Salty.
  • Jarrod Saltalamacchia: Had to spend a couple days talking Tim Wakefield out of a comeback attempt. He was insisting I would be catching his starts for some reason.

Outfielders

  • Jacoby Ellsbury: Trainer’s room.
  • Carl Crawford: Trainer’s room.
  • Scott Podsednik: Trainer’s room/MRI.
  • Cody Ross: Trainer’s room.
  • Ryan Sweeney: Doc’s office.
  • Daniel Nava: Nintendo.

Manager

  • Bobby Valentine: I poured sugar in your gas tank while anally raping your mother. C’mon, just kidding. That’s a joke from the movie Clerks. Lighten up a little, guys…

Debriefing late-comers on the 2012 Red Sox before a big showdown against the Yankees

Like it or not, there isn’t a whole lot else for Boston sports fans to consume during July aside from baseball. Developments involving the Patriots are usually minimal during the period between mini-camp and training camp. Most of the Celtics’ offseason moves are ‘when’ rather than ‘if’ propositions. And while Uncle Donnie might still want to talk your ear off about the Bruins’ defensive rotations and the goaltender situation at this weekend’s cookout, hockey can probably wait until at least September.

So hop on the baseball bandwagon for a while. After a rough start, the Sox return to Fenway Park this weekend for a series against the New York Yankees that will have all, or most, of the requisite overanalysis and exaggerated provincial hatred. It’s not 2003 anymore, but hell, this will do for a summer sports fling, no?

Here are some critical Cliff Notes from the first three months:

Who’s the gray-haired cheerleader in the dugout?

The first three months of his tenure as Red Sox manager haven’t been a whiz for Bobby Valentine, but things could have been worse… (Photo from Newsday).

That’s Bobby Valentine. You should recognize him by now, but OK. He does have a certain ‘I got lost on the way to the set of a Flomax commercial shoot’ vibe going. Strategically speaking, Valentine’s been fine. His tactical usage of the pitching staff has been surprisingly astute in most cases. He’s not afraid to use two or three relievers to get through a tight spot in a later inning. And he’s gotten the most out of the no-name guys like Scott Atchison, Matt Albers, Franklin Morales, who have all settled in nicely as key role players. In terms of the 2012 season being a metaphoric scenic drive with a car full of geriatrics with enlarged prostates, Bobby V has avoided group-wide pants-pissing more times than not.

Who’s the cheerleader next to the dugout who dresses like a grandma?

That’s NESN’s Jenny Dell. Still a learning-on-the-fly talent, Dell pieces together high necklines and long-sleeves like she’s a first grade teacher trying to stave off divorced dads during parent-teacher conferences.

Wait a second, you mean to imply that Jenny Dell is downplaying the size of her cans in favor of letting her reportorial skills do the heavy lifting?

Yeah, it’s a bizarre experiment but it seems to fit in nicely with the club’s recurring attempts at fitting square pegs in round holes this year: Daniel Bard’s failed conversion to a full-time starter; Mark Melancon as a premiere setup guy in the AL East; Darnell McDonald as a high-leverage reliever.

Who takes over Youk’s role as official Team Hardass?

John Lackey: always ready to throw down in case of a bench-clearing scrum (Boston Herald photo).

John Lackey has begun throwing off a mound again as he recovers from Tommy John surgery. But he’s unlikely to contribute anything to the team on the mound until 2013. Given his high per annum salary of $17m; his propensity to draw ire from people simply for being alive; and his pudgy physique, Lackey should have the common decency to assume Youkilis’ Team Hardass role. It is a position that can easily be fulfilled from the top step of the dugout and Lackey doesn’t even have to tuck his shirt into his uniform pants unless he feels like it.

Is there any residual shortstop controversy leftover from spring training?

No, the position has been manned by Mike Aviles nearly exclusively. Aviles hit so well during the first month of the season that it’s only recently become apparent in his statistics that he’s still the same poorly disciplined hitter this year that he’s always been. The gaudy start has by and large earned him a pass not only with the media but with Valentine. The alternatives aren’t much better, anyway.

I’ve heard a lot of people complaining about Adrian Gonzalez having an awful year. With their best all-around hitter having an off-year, the Sox pitching must be carrying the day, right?

Actually, this has been a bit of a nod to retro Sox teams in the pre-Pedro days that were dependent on bludgeoning teams with offense and getting by with so-so starting pitching. Thus far, the Sox have ridden their offense and managed to keep contact with the division lead despite an abortive first half for Gonzalez at the plate, a quiet offensive season from a banged up Dustin Pedroia and only anecdotal evidence that Jacoby Ellsbury is still alive.

As for Gonzalez, he has at the very least had the decency to fit in this prolonged power outage within a period when the team doesn’t necessarily need his bat. Having a warm body to man right field as he did during a brutal two-week stretch in June when all the alternatives were dropping like flies has probably been his most notable contribution to date this season. If his last name didn’t end in a ‘z,’ local media members would probably be stumbling over themselves to gush over his willingness to do ‘the little things’ like hitting sacrifice flies and playing out of position for the team in a pinch.

I saw Nick Punto slide into first base on a close play in Oakland on Tuesday night. Is he the best player on the team?

No. He’s only the second-best…Don’t forget: David Ortiz made the all-star team.

What’s going on with David Ortiz, anyway? Is it true he briefly quit the team and joined the Black Panthers?

No, it just seems that way if you expose yourself to local TV news broadcasts. Ortiz’s at-bats have had a vintage 2005 feel during the first three months of 2012. Every time he steps to the plate, there is a reasonable chance he’ll pop a home run, regardless of who is on the mound or which arm he throws with. It’s been a Kevin Garnett-like renaissance; yet for whatever reason, KG was allowed to get prickly with reporters this spring while Papi gets damned as a malcontent.

OK, fine. But I know I heard something about Josh Beckett hurting himself playing golf and so I should boo him if he starts a game I attend this summer?

Well, not exactly. There’s no need to rehash any of the Beckett hate-fest now that the smoke is cleared. The discrepancy between media uproar versus actual public concern over the issue was enormous. With Jon Lester taking a step back this season, Beckett could very well still be the team’s most trusted starter by the time September/October rolls around.

Alfredo Aceves is still the closer?

Despite blowing a save on Tuesday night, Aceves has generally been fine as the team’s ninth inning man. After a rocky April, Alfredo returned to his 2011 form during May (1.02 WHIP) and June (0.91 WHIP), blowing just one save during that time prior to this past week’s meltdown in Oakland. The assumption is that Aceves’ time as closer is likely going to come to an end within the next month once Daniel Bard is recalled from Pawtucket and Andrew Bailey returns from injury. However, neither alternative promises to make ninth innings any less interesting.

Bard’s Thursday night appearance in Rochester included four batters, zero outs, two hit batsmen, two wild pitches and two hits. He even changed his mind in the middle of an intentional walk and gave up a single on a 3-1 count.

Will Vicente Padilla haunt my dreams?

Not any more than Daniel Bard’s outing in Rochester ought to. Padilla’s been one of the most consistent high-leverage relievers on the team. Just because he’s got the same haircut and crazed look as Heath Ledger’s Joker in Dark Knight doesn’t mean anything at all. It can only work to Boston’s advantage that the team has a pitcher that resembles a Batman villain minus the face makeup…

The Youker Files: On My Bittersweet Swan Song as a Red Sox

Written exclusively for Fenway Pastoral by former Boston Red Sox third baseman Kevin Youkilis.

Well guys, I guess this is it.

(Photo from USA Today)

I was kind of expecting I’d be here for another decade or so pounding doubles all over Fenway and taking over at DH for Ortiz. But apparently word got down to the dugout during Sunday’s game that I’d been traded to the Chicago White Sox.

It was weird being in the lineup knowing that you might not technically be a member of the team by the time the game you’re in is over. Now I know what it felt like to be Manny Ramirez every day during the month of July from 2004 until 2008.

It was classy of Bobby Valentine to take me out after I stung that triple to right in the seventh. But I gotta be honest, I was planning a straight steal of home on the next pitch and if I was safe, I was going to throw my helmet really high in the air and run around Fenway smacking five with everyone like Carl Yazstremski as everyone was losing their mind in Youk-phoria. But I guess this was alright as a backup plan. We had a pretty big lead at that point so stealing home might not have gone over well in the Braves dugout.

Nine years as a member of the Boston Red Sox organization. I can’t say it was perfect, but the important thing is that I’ve made a lot of great memories here. (I’m ignoring the time Terry Francona implied to the media that I have a small penis…).

It’s always bittersweet when you walk away from something great. I remember when we wrapped up filming of Milk Money in 1994, I was pretty broken up about not knowing when I’d see Melanie Griffith again. I guess in some ways that’s how I feel about guys like Beckett and Ortiz and Salty and Petey — they’re like adult versions of what Melanie Griffith meant to me in my youth. I hope that makes sense and doesn’t sound weird or creepy or anything.

(I never really liked Ed Harris. So I guess Bobby Valentine can be Ed Harris minus the obvious acting talent.)

Sorry for all the rambling, but I’m still at a loss for words about leaving a town where I’ve seen my life flash before my eyes so many times. All the fans out there lived through it all with me. Every missile fired at my neck by some forgotten, head-hunting middle reliever. Every broken bat tomahawking down the third-base line at my skull. Every ill-advised headfirst slide into first base. Every bench-clearing dust-up where I screamed myself hoarse at some overzealous hardass on the other team who thought he was being a good teammate but was really just in over his head.

I’m going to call my brother-in-law Tom Brady later today to make sure he’s doing OK. Local athletes in the city kind of have an unspoken kinship, especially the bigger stars like me and Tom Brady. So I want to make sure TB12 knows we’ll still have that connection even if I’m in Chicago since he’s my brother-in-law and all that.

To all my fans, I know a lot of guys pay local papers like Boston Globe for those full-page ads expressing their thanks for all the support, but I don’t know if I really need to do that. It seems kind of self-serving. If, or when, I come back here during the playoffs and hit a couple towering walk-off dongs over the Green Monster, I’m probably going to be pretty fired up about it, so the whole thing would kind of look phony at that point, right?

So yeah, I’m off to the Midwest, near where it all began for me back in the day. Being a Cincy native, I always thought Chicagoans were a bunch of flashy holier-than-thou snobs, but I’m sure at heart they mean well. I just hope they don’t expect me to change who I am. I’m still going to let out loud strings of expletives every time I foul a ball off my big toe.

I’ve had a lot of kids tell me they learned most of George Carlin’s seven major curse words from me telling off bad umpires. I can’t help but well up a little bit knowing I’ve touched so many lives during my time here.

Somebody once said something pretty deep to me. I hope I get this right – it was, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because you never tore every muscle in your shoulder irreparably while repeatedly hammering your batting helmet on the dugout water cooler after being called out on strikes.”

I don’t think I can say it any better or more simply than that. Adieu, Boston.

NEWZ: David Ortiz using the word ‘shit’ a few times is news, say people who report news

In this darling video above posted on Comcast SportsNet, David Ortiz can be heard ranting, throwing a tantrum, if you will; lashing out at the media…his, wait a second, what in God’s name is everybody talking about: A rant isn’t supposed to be some calm exchange of questions and answers, as can be witnessed here–a rant is something that’s just completely uninhibited by the constraints of normal human interaction, it’s a one-sided diatribe that’s often expletive-filled and devoid of any structure or basic courtesy such as a pause allowing for a retort or a shorter pause or even some or any kind of a verbal comma or semicolon and it just runs on and on and becomes difficult to listen to after a period of time because the speaker has selfishly hijacked the proverbial conversational highway, if you will, effectively making it a one-way street for his, and only his, viewpoint on whatever the specific matter at hand happens to be, thus what is evident in this particular instance is about the farthest motherfucking thing from a rant or a hissy fit or a popping off of the mouth because, shit guys, even Steve Burton is edging his questions in here while all the while one Big Papi attempts to indulge “reporters” by pretending they aren’t human vultures and by speaking his mind ever so momentarily on his way to the batting cage, where he can hone the one and only skill Boston fans truly care about because, shit (there’s that word again), why in the world would anyone care whether he’s polite or even slightly resembling an adjusted, normal human being when it comes to microphones being shoved in his grill when all the dude might want to do is just go about his business without completely losing his shit all the time, which would be perfectly understandable given the current state of the coverage of a competing, contending ballclub and the apparent misunderstanding the local media has in regard to the meaning of certain words like ‘rant’ – not to mention other words such as ‘relevance’, ‘perspective’ or ‘tact’?