Redsoxchickie: Just This Side of Stalking

I'm here to officially say that the whole situation between the press and the players has regressed to what amounts to two 5 year olds on the playground yelling about who's not talking to who more.

The whole situation is completely ludicrous. There are 20 and 30 something year old ballplayers whinning about how the media treats them, sulking around and making comments under their breath the Boston sports media which is the equivalent of pitbulls on crack smelling fresh meat...only the pitbulls have more brain cells and better taste.

Ok, Nomar, Manny, Pedro, etc....here's the deal: You get paid pornographic amounts of money to play a GAME. You knew what Boston was like before you signed here, its a baseball obsessed town and that's never going to change. If you didn't want to be in the fishbowl you should have signed with the Brewers, but you didn't, did you? Why? Because we offered you piles of cash to come to a town to where its athletes are revered as gods. The fans are rabid for baseball and so they want to read, watch, listen to anything they can about the Red Sox and in lieu of letting us personally ask the questions (which I'd really like to do;) we have to rely on the reporters. So I suggest you give the fans what they want and what they want is to learn about the players. We consider sports players members of our families, sometimes we love you other times we're less than thrilled with your actions. If you expect to get respect in this town you have to play the game well and treat the fans well. Remember, you can hit .300 but if you're a jackass we'll run you out of town a la Crazy Carl.

And as for the reporters...what the hell are you freaks thinking?!?!?! When we read the paper we want to find out what happened in the game, what the players though about the game and occasional fluff profile. What we do not want is name-calling, invasion of privacy, and writing that sounds like you're bitter because you never had a date in high school and the captain of the football team gave you a wedgie every day. Short of a swastika I really could give a crap less about who has what hanging in their locker, NOR do I give a damned about their political, theological or personal beliefs. During the post-game interviews, should I go and check your cars for bumper stickers? Would I find anti-abortion, rainbow, or NRA slogans? Should I look in your closets for porn collections? I wouldn't because I really don't need to know and I don't want to know! So get a date and get on with your lives so I can read about my boys already!!!

If both parties can't grow up and act like professionals and come to some sort of understanding, I'm going to have to propose jello wrestling to end the insanity...which of course I'd be more than happy to referee ;)