CBS – Boston and Carl Crawford were a bad mix. “I think that’s the truth,” Crawford said. “It just wasn’t the right place for me at the end of my day. I didn’t do my homework. Maybe they didn’t, either. “At the end of the day, it just wasn’t the place for me.” He takes responsibility for his poor on-field performance during his Red Sox career, which ended abruptly, first with the Tommy John surgery that is still slowing him this spring, then with the trade to the Dodgers that finally sent him to Southern California. He should already have been there, should have been anywhere but Boston. But he took the money and went to Boston, into the hands of the media he now blames for making him miserable. “That smile turned upside down quick,” Crawford said. “I think they want to see that in Boston. They love it when you’re miserable. “Burying people in the media, they think that makes a person play better. That media was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
You won’t find me defending the Boston media as a whole very often. It’s not an easy place to play, that’s a fact. But I don’t understand how athletes can be such incredible pussies that they can’t take a beating when they deserve it. What was Crawford’s contract? 142 million? And he has the balls to complain we treated him unfairly? Dude, you didn’t earn your contract and got called out for it. That’s what happens. Doesn’t make sense that he could read articles about him not living up to expectations and think “Oh wtf man! Why you gotta be so mean?!”
And I have a leg to stand on here. Occasionally, I write a shitty blog. And commenters will say “Feitelberg you fucking suck!” and you know what I do? I nod my head. Because, believe it or not, I don’t think every thing I write is a home run. Sometimes the effort falls flat. Happens to the best of us. All you can do is let the public get their pound of flesh and get back out there. Or maybe I just think that because I’m not a blue chip, overpaid, pussy athlete who never think he’s done anything poorly in his entire life.
Enjoy LA, Carl. Fakest place in the world. Even if they’re nice to your face they’re probably calling you a “Monday” behind your back. At least we were honest.