Hasta la Pedro

I should probably be a bit more upset about losing Pedro Martinez to the Mets, but I'm really not, and there's a couple of reasons for that.

1. I woke up Wednesday morning to the news that Pedro had signed, and once it settled in (come on, this is human nature) I thought that the Mets overpaid and probably risked a lot by giving him a 4-year guarantee. I never would have thought this (or at least admitted it) when he was still wearing a Sox uniform, but now all of a sudden I see Pedro as vulnerable, breaking down, and succumbing to shoulder troubles that have always kind of been there under the surface with him. I know, I know, I defended him (and would have continued to do so) when he was with the Sox, but now it's easier to admit this.

2. He didn't leave with very much class. Pedro has always been one to speak his mind, but what's to be gained by blasting the Sox on his way out of town. Is it really a news flash that Theo Epstein is arrogant (I probably would be, too, if I was a GM in my early 30s), and it just didn't seem to serve any purpose. It's a helluva lot easier to dismiss this stuff as "Pedro just being Pedro" when he's your guy, but when he's wearing another uniform you don't have any incentive to let this stuff go.

I will always have a special place in my heart for Pedro, but the way he left town really left a sour taste.

3. Finally, and this is the biggest thing -- nothing ... I mean NOTHING ... could upset me now. We are still basking in the glow of the first world championship in most people's lifetimes, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let anything spoil the celebration. I know that's probably short-sighted and stupid, but it's what I feel. Now, if we can just sign Varitek...