The Red Sox have, mercifully, finally made a decision on who will be the 45th manager in team history, and it’s Bobby Valentine, he of the fake mustache, science fair wins and six touchdowns in one game, he who’s worked as an ambassador for baseball in Japan, he who spouts off every week on Sunday Night Baseball.
Smiling Bobby Valentine, for better or worse, is in charge now.
There are a fair number of reporters applauding this decision. Valentine will be great! He’s a disciplinarian! He ballroom dances! He’s witty! And I understand that. Valentine has a reputation of saying the ridiculous on the record, and he’ll make the life of a beat reporter much more entertaining.
And, in the face of reason, it’s quite disappointing. Continue reading