Don't worry, Bobby, it's almost over.
As the crazy saga of
Bobby Valentine’s managerial meltdown in
Boston continues, I thought I'd add another tale to the mix, courtesy of my
friend and sometimes Fenway Park seat-mate Nancy.
During the
All-Star break, when Red Sox fans were in the midst of panicking over a
surprisingly weak starting rotation, Nancy went for a jog on a blistering hot
morning. About one mile from Fenway, along Huntington Avenue, she literally ran
into a man in front of the swanky Colonnade Hotel.
After a quick “sorry” she turned and started
to jog away -- but then froze in her tracks. She was pretty sure the man in the
khaki shorts and plaid shirt who she had hit was Bobby Valentine.
Unlike many
fans, Nancy had not yet soured on Bobby V. A season ticket holder, she had been
very happy with the managerial change in Boston.
“I went to a game last September against the Rangers, when the
Red Sox still had a big lead in the standings,” she recalls. “Lackey got bombed, they lost 11-4, and I remember having a bad
feeling -- a sense they weren’t playing with purpose. They were just going through the motions
– they were not Kevin
Millar team; they were not Johnny Damon’s team.”
Nancy applauded the hiring of Bobby V.
Nancy turned to
her companions, her sisters-in-law, and said, “‘This is it. We’re done.’”
She was right. The epic 7-20 September
collapse sealed manager Terry Francona’s fate, and Nancy applauded the hiring of Valentine – who had a reputation for
being just the sort of tough-talking disciplinarian she felt was needed. Nancy,
who once shouted down fans for singing “Sweet Caroline” during the eighth inning of a lopsided Red Sox deficit, liked
tough guys.
Now, even after
a dismal first half-season, Nancy still hoped Bobby V. could turn things
around. She ran back to him, smiled, and said, “'Are you my guy?'”
He laughed and
replied, “'Yeah, I guess I am!'”
“'I love you!'” she shouted. “I know you can’t say anything, but we’ve got to get rid of Beckett,
we’ve got to get rid of
Lester, we've got to get rid of Lackey.”
Valentine put
his finger up to his lips, smiled, and said, “You know I can’t say anything.” He turned around to leave, but then walked back, crossed his
fingers, and said, “But we can only hope.”
Nancy can't
quite remember what he said next, either “I had no idea this is what it was like here” or “I had no idea it would be
like this here.”
“I looked at him and just
wanted to hug him,” she recalls. Instead,
she said, “This is one tough town.”
Nancy wants to believe again.
Valentine sort
of shrugged, so Nancy added “You listen to all this stuff, but not everybody is against you.
I have season tickets -- look at my tattoos! [She has a Red Sox “B” on her right ankle and a
“dangling Sox” on her right shoulder.] Plenty
of people want you to succeed.”
She describes
what happened next. “Knowing he was a Catholic
school boy, which means you’re required to take Latin in school, I said to him 'Illegitimi
Non Carborundum,' which means 'Don’t let the bastards get you down.' I didn’t learn that from the
nuns, but if you study Latin, you learn things.
“He laughed, so I assumed
he knew it too. If he was educated by the Jesuits, he knew it.”
Prior to this
interview, Nancy had told her story to only a few close friends with whom she
shared her seats.
“Why tell it to everyone
now? I feel like it’s over,” she said. “They never stood behind
him – Ben Cherington number
one, along with the owners. I’m never going to forgive all of these people for the way it
turned out. Tito was what I knew and it seemed to be working. But I was not a
Tito guy before the end of last season, because he was enabling them to not
'Cowboy Up' and be our team.”
Nancy saw a bit of Vaentine's playful -- and honest -- sides.
Now, with
another disastrous season nearing its end, it's time for another change. What
does Nancy think?
“Now I’m really just sad. I love
the Red Sox; I really just do not like this team. I can’t watch them. I feel
really bad for Bobby V. This is not what he signed up for. It’s not what any of us -- including
the few players still trying -- signed up for. We’re the embarrassment of MLB.”
Besides an
attitude overhaul, here are her other recommendations:
“We have GOT to get rid of
all the different jerseys -- red, navy, etc. You have your home whites and your
travel grays – period.”
“Sweet Caroline – kill it.”
“The Wave – do not allow it.”
“And they better not
charge major-league prices next year -- for tickets and beer – when they’re not fielding a major
league team!”
Illegitimi non carborundum translates to "grind you down, not "get you down".
ReplyDeleteJeff - Winner of the national nit-picking award for the last seven years straight.
Hi Jeff-
DeleteThanks for checking in. When I looked the phrase up to confirm the spelling I actually saw it translated both ways, and because in essence they mean largely the same thing, I felt the liberty to run it as "get you down." Were you schooled by nuns?