It should come as no shock that Dan Shaughnessy took what could have been a nice moment, Nomar Garciaparra's return to the Red Sox, and
took a steaming carl all over it.
Lets get right to the bashing! But first, apologies to the internet god, Fire Joe Morgan.
In historically bad taste here
By Dan Shaughnessy, Globe Columnist | March 11, 2010
Oh, the delicious irony of this title on an article in such bad taste!
Great player.
Starting off with a Plaschke Paragraph (c) 2010 Bill Plaschke All Rights Reserved? Intriguing, no?
Total fraud.
Ah! Another Plaschke Paragraph (c) 2010 Bill Plaschke All Rights Reserved!! The ultimate in lazy journalism times two! Can we go for three?
Welcome home, Nomie.
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Nomie?
I hate to be the fly in the punch bowl here, but yesterday’s lovefest involving Nomar Garciaparra and the Red Sox was truly nauseating.
Shaughnessy wrote this sentence naked with a can of Coke Zero shoved up his butt. But seriously, folks, Dan Shaughnessy just said he hates to be the fly in the punch bowl. Cue sarcasm: Suuuure he does. That is like Jeffrey Dahmer saying, "I hate to eat your face, but... [
CHOMP]." Its George Bush saying, "Well, I hate to start a war and all, but [
KA-BOOOM!!!]." Its me saying, "I hate to talk about poop, but TURDSTURDSTURDSTURDSTUUUURDS!!!!"
If Nomar had been hooked up to a polygraph, the machine would have exploded.
Indicating that... the polygraph machine was defective?
Truly unbelievable. There was Nomar, seated between Larry Lucchino and Theo Epstein, telling us how much he always loved the Red Sox, how much he loved the Nation.
Oh, come on, Dan. You mean to tell me you've never had a three-way with two exes? Now
that is truly unbelievable. But seriously, Dan, I have to ask you this question. If a two-penised goat were to do the sexual thing of your choice to you, what would it be?
Gag me.
Damn! I knew it! OK, who had "gag me" in the pool?
We are now five paragraphs into this 'column.' Lets review what have we learned.
1) Shaughnessy is physically ill.
2) Shaugnessy will pass this illness on to the rest of us via this column.
3) Shaughnessy has sexual fantasies about two-penised goats tying him up.
4) I talk about poop too much.
This was like watching Paul McCartney holding hands with Yoko Ono, telling us how much he always loved John Lennon’s wife — in a pathetic effort to sell some product, of course.
Beatles reference? Sheesh... at least all my lame references happened in the last thirty years. And what does hair gel have to do with this?
Do not be fooled. Life is long and people change. There is certainly every possibility that Nomar has matured and will henceforth pledge allegiance to Boston and spread the Gospel of the Red Sox.
Now we come to the meat of Shaughnessy's "argument". I put "argument" in quotes because it's hardly an argument. Its more like the incessant bleating of a small oft-ignored animal, perhaps a cat who is locked out of the bathroom and doesn't want to mess the carpet lest he not receive his nightly vittles. But I digress.
In what world is Nomar required to "pledge allegiance to Boston and spread the Gospel of the Red Sox"? And what exactly is the Gospel of the Red Sox? "In 406 days Ted Williams created Fenway Park?" (Wow, that's lame. Shame on me for not deleting it.)
My point: what in the living fuck are you talking about, Dan?
But it’s downright fraudulent to deny or ignore how bad this relationship was at the end. Nomar hated Boston and the Red Sox in 2004, and the Sox knew they had to get rid of him if they had a chance to win a World Series. It was nasty and personal and it was obvious to everyone who was around the team in that iconic season.
I wasn't in the locker room in '04 when the relationship between Nomar and the Sox got bad, according to Shaugnessy. But, again, what does this have to do with the Red Sox and Nomar patching things up? Maybe it was awful back in '04, and maybe it wasn't. But in either case that was seven years ago. As Shaughnessy himself says a paragraph earlier, people can and do change and mature as life goes on.
I've just quoted Shaughnessy to refute Shaughnessy. This is one of the signs of the apocalypse.
No. 5 was Positively 4th Street in 2004.
I have no idea what this means. 4th Street? Is that some sort of insult? I'm not familiar with 4th Street in Boston. I googled "4th Street" and "4th Street Boston" I still have no idea what Shaughnessy is talking about.
More pertinently, this is about the time that Shaughnessy's premise, repeated ad nauseum since the beginning of the column, gets stale. Its time to bring in some of the ol' revisionist history! Dan, have at it!
It was a drag just to see him in the clubhouse. That’s why he had to go. And that’s why the Sox eventually won.
Did you all catch that? The Red Sox won the World Series in 2004 because they traded Nomar. After that, done deal. Just like Shaughnessy's August 1st, 2004 column entitled "The Red Sox Will Now Win The World Series"*.
*
Shaughnessy's actual column from August 1st 2004 is entitled "You're Going Down, You Red Sox Loving MF'ers!". I looked it up.
This reminds me of the often untold story of Theo Epstein, days before the trade deadline back in '04. As the story goes, Epstein couldn't sleep. After drinking a couple bottles of NyQuil and several apple-tinis, it came to him: Trade Nomar, win World Series! Genius! Contrary to Shaughnessy's account though, there was no "eventually". Everything happened immediately. Nomar called the Cubs, they said "We'll take Nomar" and without a word exchanged Epstein hung up. Immediately there was a knock at Epstein's door. It was Commissioner Bud, Bob Costas, and the entire Red Sox team all in uniform including Orlando Cabrera and Doug Mientkiewicz. Commissioner Bud said, "It is with great pride that I present to you, Theo Epstein, the World Series trophy! Congratulations! Also, this is a hallucination brought on by NyQuil and Apple-tinis so if I turn into a tiger wearing a tutu and try to eat your testes, don't be alarmed.
The Sox had attempted to trade him prior to the season after he turned down a four-year, $60 million contract offer. He arrived in Fort Myers with a burr in his saddle and was miserable from day one.
The burr in Nomar's saddle soon prevented him from bending an elbow down at the saloon with the boys. Nomar's days of hog kill'n were clearly over and he blew up daily. Epstein saw the hard case bandito and knew he would have to beef him else the doggies would never reach the corral.
He developed Achilles’ tendinitis, allegedly after a ball hit him in the batting cage (nobody witnessed this).
*cough*NOMARISALIAR!!!*
cough* Subtlety, thy name is Dan Shaughnessy.
Then came the nationally televised midsummer game at Yankee Stadium, when Nomar refused to play while Derek Jeter saved the game with a face-first plunge into the stands behind third base.
I remember that game. Jeter caught the ball about a foot foul and took roughly seventy-hundred steps before hurling himself into the stands, landing safely in the lap of Keith Olbermann's mother, who stood and applauded, knocking Jeter off her lap where upon he banged his head on a railing. That day is now Jeterday, a national holiday (except in Arizona).
It went downhill from there. [Nomar or this column? WAKA-WAKA-WAKA!] On the last home weekend before the trading deadline, there was a meeting involving Nomar, agent Arn Tellem, Epstein, and the Sox owners.
“We needed to talk about how unhappy Nomar was,’’ Lucchino recalled in December of ’04. “Was there anything that could be done to change his mental state of mind, his approach to the organization, the city, and the game? We basically concluded that there was no way we were going to have a happy Nomar Garciaparra for the last couple of months of the season.’’
Or, more importantly, Epstein realized his team could be without their shortstop for a significant period of time in a close pennant race. He was able to leverage Nomar as a name player and make a trade which boiled down to an injured starting shortstop for a healthy starting shortstop and got a back up first baseman in the deal too.
When Nomar joined the Cubs they had 57 games left. He played in 43 of those games (75%) which gives him credit for two games where he had only one plate appearance. His replacement with the Red Sox, Orlando Cabrera, played in 58 (98%) of the 59 games the Red Sox had remaining.
But never let those pesky facts get in the way of an awful story.
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...Shaughnessy spends the next three paragraphs going over the good things that Nomar did on the field and off while in Boston (but can't help throwing in a 'he might have done steroids' just so you remember who the author is)...]
In good times and bad, Garciaparra was unnecessarily difficult in all interactions with the media. It made no sense, given the fawning coverage he received (and deserved) for the first seven years of his career.
Ah-ha! Here's Shaughnessy's real problem. Garciaparra was "unnecessarily difficult" with the media (read: him). I award Shaughnessy 400,000 gaypoints and a case of turtle wax!
Fans needn’t care which players give good sound bites, but no one was more unhappy than Nomar, and it infected the workplace.
Other things fans shouldn't care about:
1. The migratory patterns of the monarch butterfly
2. Derek Jeter's persistent anal warts
3. Whether or not Downie really is the quicker picker uper
4. The conversion rate between gaypoints and geighpoints
5. Dan Shaughnessy
It’s forgiving of the Sox to bring him back, but there’s no need to reinvent history in the process. Sox fans are too smart. It’s insulting for Epstein, Lucchino, and Garciaparra to insist that this relationship has always been good.
This column, predictably, has degenerated into total bullshit. Nobody at the press conference that spawned this horrific column ever suggested that the relationship between Garciaparra and the Red Sox "has always been good." Nobody. I've been over the damned transcript. It didn't happen.
In yesterday’s sorry spirit of disingenuousness and hypocrisy, Garciaparra announced that he has taken a job with ESPN. This makes him a member of the media, which is like Sarah Palin telling us she is going to be chairman of the Democratic National Committee.
Actually, its more like Sarah Palin telling us she's going to be a member of the media. Which she is.
Garciaparra is the one who had a red stripe put down in front of lockers in the Sox clubhouse. Woe was the scribe who crossed Nomar’s line of death. Now he is a credential-wearing media guy, groveling for free food, Marriott points, and a few seconds with 20-year-old Casey Kelly.
At least we see how Shaughnessy views himself. Groveling for free food and a few seconds with a twenty year old? Talk about someone who has no respect for his chosen profession and likely himself. No wonder he's so jaded and irritable.
One cannot help but be reminded of the Frank Graham Jr. line regarding Yankees outfielder Bob Meusel, a cranky player who mellowed at the finish:
“He’s learning to say hello when it’s time to say goodbye.’’
Other things the immortal Fran Graham Jr. said about Bob Meusel:
1. He’s learning to say 'eat me' when it’s time to say merry Christmas.
2. He’s learning to say 'I have venereal disease' when it’s time to say 'I love you'.
3. He’s learning to say 'ho bitch' when it’s time to address his boss.
What ever happened to Fran Graham Jr. anyway? A quick google search says "Died in tragic doily accident"... Yeesh.
Welcome home, Nomie.
Indeed... 'Nomie?'
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