(Photo from Boston.com)
Apparently, we had things backwards. Gil Meche, who we’d all been making fun of for being the answer to the Royals sturm und drang was actually quite masterful while Curt Schilling – no stranger to blustering himself – was, um, not. And come on, I simply won’t believe you if you said, “Oh, Gil Meche is gonna turn that team around. No, really, he’s the man. Smart signing by the Royals.” It was more like, “Who? Meche? ::snicker:: Pshaw, Okay.”
Now, obviously, it is not time to freak out. You hear that WEEI callers? Put down the receiver and slowly back away! We are a nation of fanatics for sure but honestly, keep it together, okay? At least until the end of the Royals series.
Truth be told, I saw only the tail end of the debacle yesterday as I figured it’s bad form to start swearing at the little Gamecast men on the computer during one’s first day on the job. But that’s all right. Because this way, I can pretend that it didn’t really happen. Sure, call it denial if you want, but come mid-season when the Captain is batting .075 and JD Drew has been replaced by a marionette on wheels, denial is gonna be my best friend.
And honestly, things don’t look that bad. Ortiz is still driving in runs and over there in the Land of the Lost, A-Rod is making errors. So there are signs of positive things to come. So I say we all just take a big breath – unless you’re Schilling as that’ll just give him more time to talk – and call this one a do-over. Although Beckett pitches on Wednesday, doesn’t he? On second thought, someone hold me.