Chris Sale: A Red Sox no more!

Saturday 12/30/23

I have hundreds of things to tend to right now, so as I say, I can't stop and tarry over the likes of this, but I still wanted to note it: Chris Sale is finally off of the Red Sox!

I saw he was trending on Twitter, an app/website I hate so much and have not uninstalled yet--though I may do just that in the next couple days--simply because I get info I can use for my purposes--and I thought, "May he please be gone!"

And he is.

I detested everything about this guy and his act, as I've written repeatedly and said a number of times on the radio.

Without question--it's not close--Chris Sale is the most fraudulent Boston athlete of my lifetime. As overrated as you can get. The fake tough guy, Chris Sale.

Need a big win? He'll lose. Need someone to take all the money and hardly ever show up? He's your guy. Need someone to pretend he cares oh-so-much when that camera is on him? Go with Sale!

Classic loser. Might as well have it tattooed all over his body.

As un-money as a pitcher can be. As un-clutch. And, again, the most fraudulent tough guy you'll ever see on a pitcher's mound or beating up a TV. Or falling off his goddamn bike.

This guy shat the bed like he always does when it matters in the 2018 postseason, and in the biggest dick move I think I've ever seen from a Boston athlete, he lobbied Cora so he could come out and finish off the last inning of that last game of the World Series--when the outcome was never in doubt--so he'd get that money shot, the big hero's photo of the last out, the clip that gets played for decades.

Stolen athletic valor.

That made me just about puke. Because he was the last guy who should have been there in that situation. They won despite this choker.

Good riddance. I don't care if they got back a wormy fungo bat and Al Nipper's 1987 Topps card. Still worth it.