By Steve Pouliot - 10 May 2012:
Today, 98.5 The Sports Hub in Boston reported that Boston Red Sox pitcher was golfing last Thursday, a day after the team announced he would be scratched from his next start, which would have been Saturday. This skip in the rotation followed a 126 pitch loss Beckett made in Chicago. Following the Chicago game, Beckett reported stiffness and soreness in his shoulder and lat muscle, prompting the Red Sox to announce on Wednesday they'd skip Beckett's next outing.
Sounds like a perfect time hit the links!
Beckett was reportedly seen golfing with fellow pitcher Clay Buchholz, he of the league worst 9.09 ERA, Thursday in the Boston area. So instead of getting treatment for his pseudo-injury, the Red Sox hurler and supposed ace of the staff decided to play a round of golf.
Here's how FVP see's this scenario. Boston Red Sox manager Bobby Valentine leaves Beckett out on the hill in Chicago for 126 pitches, matching a career high. Then, one of two things happened.
- The following day, an out of shape Beckett wakes with soreness, and whines to the staff, prompting the team to begin discussions of scratching him on the next start.
- After the game, Beckett is upset at being left out on the mound for a career high pitch count. He decides that the tail still wags the dog in Boston, regardless of who the manager is. He thinks something along the lines of: Gonna leave me out there for 126 pitches? I'll fix your ass. Hey Skip, yeah, I am pretty sore today, I don't think I can go on my next start. We'd better shut it down for this week.
With either Scenario #1 or #2, Beckett was not sore enough to keep him from swinging the sticks on Thursday, which is bad news for fans. If he's not to sore to chase the little pill, he's not too sore to earn his living, and help his team get out of the cellar. THE CELLAR!
Neither of the fictional accounts above are good options for fans. Scenario One, he's a fat bastard who can't man up and put the team on his back and get them back in contention. He's allowed his poor conditioning to make himself a liability to the team, and he really doesn't care. Scenario Two, he's a immature, all-about-me prima dona who doesn't give two shits about the team, his legacy in Boston, or winning at the highest level. He's got his fat contract to go with his fat ass and happy being a guy who plays for a losing team, winning maybe 12-13 games per year.
Either way, it's time to trade Josh Beckett. He's part of the problem, not the solution. He'll need to go somewhere to resurrect his career, somewhere that will re-ignite his passion for the game. He needs to be sent packing with his tail between his legs and learn some humility.
This mess is really on the front office. The fiasco that is the 2012 Red Sox is on the heads of the triad of Larry Luchino, Tom Werner and their GM puppet Ben Cherington. Everyone in the front office clearly though that Terry Francona was the problem, and a managerial change was all that was needed to right the ship. They couldn't have been more wrong. The players are the problem, and the mess not going to fix itself. Move Beckett and see if the trade shakes up the team much like the Nomar Garciaparra deal did in 2004. If that doesn't work....
...then it's time to blow it up and start over, because this 2012 Red Sox squad is going nowhere fast.