Troubled Knees And Goodbye Graff And Bronson.
We have to face the real possibility that Keith Foulke might be in big trouble. The fate of our closer rests with the effectiveness, or not, of a lubricating agent being injected into both his knees, right AND left. It's not just the right knee now. The left has become cumbersome too. What if the pain never goes away? Who will be our closer? Jonathon Papelbon? He surely has the talent, but that is not where we want him to begin the process of being a full-time player for the team. How about young Craig Hansen? He certainly also has the talent, but he is so young. To catapult him into the closer's role now would not be right. I hope it does not become necessary. So we wait, and we hope that two troubled kness will respond to an inner application of WD-40 type liquid.
And another thing. It's a sure bet that Graffanino and one starting pitcher will be traded away this Spring. Who among the starters is the tastiest treat for other teams to gobble up like Thankgiving dinner? That's right, Bronson Arroyo, battered yesterday in the second inning of his short stint on the mound, I firmly believe, is seeing his last days in a Red Sox uniform. Of all our starters, I would miss him the least with the maybe exception of David Wells, who other teams would choke on if they gobbled. So it is here and now in Peter On Everything that I bid goodbye to the mediocre (ERA above 4.50) but colorful pitcher, who needs to bear down and concentrate rather than lazily throwing frisbees from the mound. So sorry Bronson. I know what the front office promised you when you signed your deal. Such is life.
A season of possible greatness now rests on two aching knees. Lets make the score modern medicine 2-aches and pains 0 in this contest. Please.