Let’s see if this makes me feel any better…

I hate David McCarty – first baseman for the Boston Red Sox.  I cannot recall ever hating a Sox player with as much intensity as I hate McCarty.  It started with the fact that he stole Brian Daubach’s roster spot on the team coming out of the 2004 Spring Training.  That Epstein/Francona decision was based on the cute little idea that McCarty could also pitch out of the bullpen if necessary.  That happened two or three times, which was hardly enough reason to let Dauber rot in Pawtucket all season. 

I went to a couple of PawSox games in 2004 and in one of them, both Dauber and Old Mustache Face were playing.  McCrappy was drilled with a pitch and I cheered louder than I ever have.  He later grounded out to second and I cheered once more.  Dauber hit the game winning home run in the bottom of the eighth inning of that game and I had to be restrained from running onto the field to hug him and yell "Daubach is my daddy!"

Okay, not only did I get off track a bit, but I failed to keep it very brief.  There’s nothing I like about Old Mustache Face.  Not his ugly, leathery face.  Not his handlebar mustache, circa 1880.  Not his horrendously ugly swing which usually leads to groundouts or lazy fly outs.  The worst part is that Francona insists on playing Old Mustache Face every game.  Millar could be 3-3 with 5 RBI, yet Mustachio will trot over to first base in the seventh or eighth inning.

Sure, there have been plenty of sucky Sox scrubs, but none who have gotten as much unearned playing time as this jackhole.  Do I feel better now?  Yes, but only until the eighth inning of tonight’s game, I’m sure.

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