This year, Crisp seems to have taken on the mantle of the miserable moper convinced everyone’s out to get him, like Edgar Renteria in ‘05 or Nomar Garciaparra in ‘04. Twice in the sixth inning last night Crisp threw wildly off target–first when he threw up the first base line after a spectacular diving catch, later when he skipped a relay throw into the infield after an Orlando Cabrera sacrifice fly–and both times he was hanging his head, Linus-style, before his throws had even been gathered up. Now that Willie Harris (who had been Crisp’s best friend in the clubhouse) is in Pawtucket, Crisp is isolated, sullen and sulking, in spite of the fact that Boston fans have more or less given the guy a free pass. Someone who came in replacing a matinee idol/cult hero and has been a bust on both offense and defense could reasonably expect a lot worse. It’s almost as if Crisp is depressed in preparation for the Boston boo birds.
Interesting, Crisp was singing a different tune back in April when he signed a $15.5 million, three-year contract extension with the Sox:
Crisp said his short time in Boston convinced him it was worth giving up his first shot at free agency.
“I was able to hang out with the guys and the front office, and see what they were like,” Crisp said. “I had fun with the guys. Being with the Red Sox made it easy. You want the security and having that, and playing for the Red Sox, is great. There’s no better place to be.”
On April 12th of this year, Red Sox G.M. Theo Epstein said:
“We think investing in Coco was a wise move.”