He is the face of a franchise with no soul.
It's the perfect role for Adrian Gonzalez.
You can take the man out of San Diego, but you apparently can't take the laissez-faire SoCal nonchalance out of the player who is quickly becoming the maddening, non-charismatic answer to JD Drew.
Just not in God's plan, I guess.
Has there ever been a more forgettable MVP campaign in recent memory than what Gonzalez gave the Red Sox last season? One-plus seasons into his Boston contract, is it realistic to add the first baseman to the elongated list of colossal Theo Epstein blunders the former GM orchestrated before escaping the increasing disaster that is this franchise?
The fact that Gonzalez refused to answer any inquisitions about his failures yesterday is simply the perfect way to sum up what this team has become. It's one thing to fall apart, it's something else to not stand up for your actions. The Red Sox are in freefall mode, losers of five in a row, and when it comes time to face the music, their star player plays coward.
Gonzalez is a heck of a ballplayer, and perhaps he'll even rebound from one of the worst starts of his career.
But he doesn't belong here.
One has to wonder if he ever really mentally got here. He's totally unprepared for what it means to be a team leader in a place like Boston.
He is perhaps the most boring superstar in the game, and now it appears he's running away from the heat. Maybe he should take a breath and dash for it.
Like back to sunny San Diego.
It's one thing to criticize a player, but this a character assassination piece. I'm amazed at how far Wilbur goes here.