Before the final curtain was pulled and the 2015 edition of the Boston Red Sox and they collectively slinked off to whatever off-season habitat would take their failure – arose the talk of an ace or is it Ace or, just maybe – ACE? That became an ongoing discussion well before the shift in administrations to Dave Dombrowski. At about this point, I could care less if they signed an ace or reanimated Jack Chesbro to take that anointed position. I now simply float into a semi-catatonic state with the mention of an ace. I have reached the Roberto Duran “No Mas” point of overload.
Boston Red Sox ace talk: A perpetual Black Friday
