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Carl Everett-Probably the most unlikable Red Sox player in my lifetime. The man was crazier than Charlie Sheen and liked to fight more than Billy Martin. Bad combination.
Manny Ramirez-A real pain in the butt during his seven and a half seasons with the Sox, who paid him $20 million a season to be one of the most one-dimensional baseball players in recent memory (in fairness, he was reaaaaaaallllly good at that one dimension). Loafed around on defense, never hesitated to ask for a day off, faked/exaggerated injuries, constantly showboated, listened to music while playing left field, and seemed to be incapable of running at anything more than half speed. By the summer of 2008, when he was sparring with Kevin Youkilis and pushing down aging traveling secretaries like they were dominoes, his time in Boston had been up for some time. I don't think you could have paid him any amount of money to hustle every now and then. He was just one of those guys who had no respect for the game,
Edgar Renteria-I remember in a September game against the Yankees, there was a play at the plate and he received a cutoff throw from Ramirez. He promptly hurled it directly into the infield dirt in front of him. The two-time Gold Glove winner committed 30 errors that season, and the following winter was shipped out of town for Andy Marte, who never played a game for the Sox because they included him in a package deal with Cleveland that brought Coco Crisp, Johnny Damon's successor in center field, to town.
David Wells-Big, fat, mean, and a former Yankee. To quote Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about that."
J.D. Drew-More valuable than a lot of people give him credit for, but as a passive personality on a team full of emotional grinders (Youk, Dustin Pedroia, Jonathan Papelbon) he stuck out like a Yankee fan in Fenway's bleachers. Outside of his 2007 ALCS grand slam, he never seemed to come up with the big hit and struggled with runners in scoring position. I've never seen someone take so many called third strikes and walk back to the bench without so much as a frown. Unfortunately, Ryan Sweeney isn't half the player Drew is and will have us crying for J.D.'s return by June.
Julio Lugo-A skeleton as useful as a bag of balls in the batter's box, where he hit all of .251/.319/.346 for the Olde Towne Team (good for a measly 71 OPS+) while making just under ten million bucks a year. Those numbers would have been a little more tolerable if he was playing like Ozzie Smith in the field, but his -1.6 dWAR in Beantown indicate that he wasn't anything close to the Wizard at short. For reasons I don't fully understand, the Indians just gave the 36 year old a minor league deal.
Daisuke Matsuzaka-If only his success in the World Baseball Classic could translate to the Show. He's an overhyped and overpaid player who has given Boston two effective seasons as a starting pitcher at the cost of $103 million. He's in the final year of his contract, and at this point not even a Justin Verlander kind of season can salvage this sunk cost who's never healthy and ineffective during the rare stints when he is. He seems determined to make Red Sox Nation (the ones he hasn't already put to sleep with his plodding pace) pull their hair out every time he steps on the mound. Lacks command and nibbles too much, a combination that typically results in a fifth or sixth inning departure. The antithesis of an innings-eater, Dice-K is a bona fide bullpen killer. Texas hopes to avoid a repeat with Yu Darvish.
John Lackey-I'm always pulling for him because he's been through a lot lately, but he really needs to stop calling out his fielders and acting like he's the only pitcher on the planet who gave up a bloop single. His name is mud in Boston, and after a lost 2012 he needs a pair of strong seasons to save face. But for now, he has been a colossal disappointment who hasn't earned a cent of his $82 million contract and won't pitch again until he's 34.