The Red Sox lost our trust a long, long time ago, and whether they can reclaim it is the story of the 2013 season. Terry Francona is now in Cleveland, and his depiction of the Boston organization cements every perception we have of a dysfunctional Red Sox hierarchy.
In the highest offices at 4 Yawkey Way, baseball and business have been mixed with seemingly no regard for the toxicity. There has been no separation of church and state. Francona and, for that matter, Theo Epstein, are both us letting us know that Red Sox owners regard the team as merely some incarnation of "The Truman Show," the principal players serving as nothing more than pawns used to drive the almighty Nielsen.