As a parent, a teacher, a human being, I try to preach the importance of humility. When a humble person wins a game or an argument or a contest of any kind, they refrain from gloating. They acknowledge the opposition with a reverent nod and move on to the next contest, project, or argument.

Reciprocally, a person with humility acknowledges when they’re wrong or they’ve been fairly defeated. They congratulate their opponent and they learn from their losses.

With that said, and the sermon finished, I must acknowledge that just about everything I’ve prognosticated about the 2016 Red Sox has been dead wrong.

The team’s performance in April has been, for the most part, admirable. They finished with 14-10 record after a formidable schedule, facing the entire AL East, and are currently tied with Baltimore for the top spot in the division. While they’ve had their setbacks and lackluster play, a winning record and second place has to be seen as a success for manager John Farrell, who I predicted would be canned or well on his way out the door by this point.

I, of course, was wrong.

Next, there was the matter of the team’s current statistical ace Rick Porcello, who is sporting a nifty 5-0 with a respectable 2.76 ERA. In fact, since coming off the DL last season, Porcello has been a veritable inning-eater, providing much relief to a generally taxed bullpen.

Yet in a column I posted on March 17, after a dismal spring training outing, I called Porcello “a polished lemon” and said he “need[ed] to prove he’s worth some of the money they’re giving him.”

Touché, paisan. I, again, was wrong.

Then suddenly, out of blue, last season’s King of Indifference, Hanley Ramirez has morphed into Pete Rose on field. In yet another column on Feb. 18, I chastised Ramirez for not bringing  a glove to spring training and wrote that moving Ramirez to first base “made no sense” and called him “the team’s biggest liability.”

I also said, and I quote, “If the Hanley Ramirez Experiment lasts until May, I will publicly drop my drawers and kiss my own ass.”


The only thing I seem to have right was my take on Clay Buchholz, and my bet with Dirty Water News’ S.J. Torres that Buchholz would be on the DL by July 1, and the way Buchholz’s season is heading—he currently 0-3 with a bloated 6.51 ERA—the DL is imminent. In fact, with Stephen Wright pitching well, Eduardo Rodriguez scheduled to return this month, and Joe Kelly hopefully getting of the DL, Buchholz may get squeezed from the rotation.

And lastly, although I haven’t written about it yet, I have been privately mocking Papi-palooza and the hoopla surrounding what I considered to be a narcissistic announcement of his retirement this winter. Not only has Papi’s performance on the field made everyone question the prudence of his decision to retire, he then went and did this.

More pie in my face. So in the name of humility, I will admit that I have been egregiously mistaken in just about all of my predictions and made to look like a giant d-bag.

And I hope they keep it up.

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