Admit it. You’re glad David Price is here.
I’m not talking to the scarce and scattered levelheaded Red Sox fans, the ones who somehow don’t sweat Price’s salary too much, recognize that he’s underachieved yet generally been an asset on the mound (32-18 record, 3.99 ERA, 405 strikeouts in 406 innings in 2½ seasons with the Red Sox), and are more bewildered than angered by his habit of falling face-first into self-inflicted controversies.
I’m talking to those who purport to loathe Price, those who claim they wish he’d never come to the Red Sox.
To them, I ask: Without Price, what in the name of Arquimedez Pozo would you ever complain about?