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27-July-2010Posted by on
Even though Victor Martinez just returned from the disabled list and went 1-for-4 with an RBI in a 6-3 win over the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim yesterday, the Boston Red Sox are looking to add a catcher before the July 31 non-waiver trading deadline passes and the team had discussions with the New York Mets about bringing catcher Rod Barajas to New England, according to WEEI.
The Sox were offering reliever Ramon Ramirez for the catcher, WEEI reports, but that now appears to be off the table since Barajas went on the disabled list yesterday.
Ramirez, who has a 4.69 ERA, is making $1.55 million this year and will have salary increases for the next two seasons.
27-July-2010Posted by on
The Boston Red Sox may have beaten the New York Yankees to the punch to become the first billion-dollar baseball club in history.
The remarkable valuation was apparently placed on the Sox — and their cable arm, New England Sports Network — in a transaction earlier this year. We learned financial terms last week.
The New York Times Co., a minority owner in the Sox, reported Thursday that it had booked a $9.1 million gain selling shares to Boston-based venture capitalist Henry McCance earlier this year.
It released no other financial terms, and declined to comment for this column.
However we know that the Times made the profit selling 50 of its 750 units in New England Sports Ventures, parent company of the Sox and their cable TV channel.
We also know that the Times paid $5 million for those 50 units eight years ago, when it paid $75 million for 750 units.
A $9.1 million profit on a $5 million purchase implies a $14.1 million sale. The shares sold amounted to 1.2% of the Sox. By that math, the total value of the club would be $1.2 billion.
The numbers haven’t been confirmed. Times spokeswoman Abbe Serphos refused to comment. So did McCance, through his venture capital firm Greylock Partners.
16-June-2010Posted by on
The Boston Red Sox taking on the Arizona Diamondbacks can only be considered the precursor series to the most interesting (only interesting?) interleague series in all of baseball this year – that being the Los Angeles Dodgers coming to Fenway Park and the long-awaited return of Manny Ramirez to Fenway Park. While all of New England is looking forward to Manny’s return in one way or another, the games against the Diamondbacks are still important games, especially when the Sox are four games out of first in the American League East and the AL Wild Card.
Clay Bucholz gutted out a decent performance and helped the Sox put away the Diamondbacks 6-3 on Tuesday night. Bucholz accumulated eight strikeouts over 5-2/3 innings on Tuesday night, but struggled in doing so. He let up three runs on seven hits and one walk. The Diamondbacks worked the count, as well, forcing Bucholz to throw 113 pitches in his shortest outing since May 8.
The Sox offense was lead by a resurgent Dustin Pedroia and David Ortiz. They combined to go 4-for-7 with three RBIs, four runs scored and one home run (Ortiz – 13). When asked about Pedroia’s sudden outbreak, Ortiz said “I told you guys before that’s the last guy you got to worry about hitting is Pedroia. I know it’s coming, the laser show.”
Buchholz, Sox good enough – Boston Globe
Diamondbacks fall to Red Sox, lose 11th straight road game – The Arizona Republic
Buchholz buckles down to fend off D-backs – MLB.com
Ortiz homers as Red Sox down Diamondbacks – TSN.com
Red Sox / Diamondbacks Box Score – ESPN.com
5-February-2008Posted by on
I wrote an email today to a friend. I think my main thought defines everything we, as Pats fans, are feeling right now:
That old, familiar friend of New England sports fan everywhere is creeping its way back into town…if memory serves, its name is disappointment.
5-February-2008Posted by on
I’ve been going through post-mortem all day with Giants fans (the ones I know have been fairly gracious in victory – surprising to me given the area of the country that they originate from). I’ve hashed over the Pats inability to stop the Giants rush and the fact that, had the Pats run the no-huddle offense more, they would have negated some of the pressure from that rush like they did on their final TD drive. I’ve marveled at Michael Stahan’s quickness off the ball and the inability of the Pats offensive line (3/5 of which are Pro Bowlers, by the way) to keep up with him. I’ve pondered Brady’s mere mortal performance and wondered why he didn’t just throw the ball to Wes Welker every down – the guy was barely covered. I’ve conceded that Rodney Harrison has no place in our defensive backfield and that our linebacker corps (God love Vrabel, Bruschi, and Seau) are just a step too slow. I’ve done all that…and I still can’t move on.
I still can’t help feeling empty and depressed and like I’ve believed in a myth for the last few months. I feel cheated. Today was supposed to be The Day. The Day we shut up that annoying Don Shula and that pompous Mercury Morris. The Day that New England put their indelible stamp on history. The Day that Bill Belichick was ordained a God amongst men as far as NFL Coaches go. The Day that the New England area finally arrives as a Mecca of Sports.
But, instead, it’s just a day. A rainy, dreary day which finds me stuck in New York with nary a sole around me to console me in my misery. A day where most of the conversation I overhear in far-off cubicles is about how the Giants are supposedly this superior team and how the Pats, despite their season of accomplishments “weren’t really that good” (Come one folks! Are you really buying that bull you’re selling?) A day where I feel like curling up under the covers in a fetal position and just forgetting about the night before. A day where I wish that the next season would just start tomorrow so that ‘my team’ could go out, hit someone hard, get a win, and make this hollow, empty, dull pain go away.
In the end, time heals all wounds (the aftermath of the 2003 ALCS, and Bucky Dent, and Bill Buckner taught us that). I think this one is going to take a long time to feel better, however. Pitchers and catchers will report in a little over a week and our attention will be diverted to the Boys of Summer. Those terrific folks who warmed our collective heart in October with their marvelous run to a second World Series Championship – something that we never thought we’d see one of. And something that the generations preceding us never got to see. We’ll have a minor reminder of our misery when, in April, the NFL Draft rolls around and the talking heads of ESPN (and others) fame remind us of the misery and disbelief that occurred just before 10pm EST on February 3, 2008. But, that will all be gone in a weekend. After that, the seasons will change, summer will show up, and we’ll be knee-deep in following our boys as they try to topple the Evil Empire once again; football a far-off reminder of the cooler weather that is to come. We’ll cheer and we’ll boo as the Boston Dirt Dogs do their thing, but there will be a little piece of us that just doesn’t feel right.
Training camps will roll around in June and it’ll be like peeling the scab off. We’ll have kind of forgotten how much it hurt until it all starts again. But, we’ll be evaluating rookies and veterans alike and hoping that it’s a year of redemption. Will our guys bounce back? Who have we resigned? Will Brady be hell-bent on destroying anything in a Manning jersey? What’s Bill got up his sleeve this season? Summer will roll on and baseball will replace any notion of Training Camp in the news. The occasional preseason game will be aired, but no one really watches those; they don’t mean much. The thoughts of all thing fall will disappear into the humidity of late July and August.
Eventually, September will roll around. The leaves will start to change colors, Boston will explode with wide-eyed freshman and wiser upper classmen, and the Sox will be in the midst of a pennant hunt All the time, Gillette will be quietly prepping to begin another season full of hope and optimism… And, as the first kickoff occurs and the first hits of the 2008 season begin we’ll finally be as close to cured as we can be – ready to start a new season – one that will hopefully fill the void that this one create.
As everyone loyal New England Sports fan can tell you – Just Wait Until Next Year!