When I’d heard we signed Carl Crawford, I imagined a guy who finally felt emancipated — freed from the half-empty stands and less-then-enthusiastic crowds of the Trop and set to tear it up in one of the loudest, most fan-frenzied parks in all of baseball. And it promised to be cool.
Then his first month in town happened. And it was a forgettable, almost painful thing to watch.
But now he’s arrived, with a couple of walk-off hits under his belt, and his latest triumph, a two-out, two-run bases-loaded single in the bottom of the seventh that sealed last night’s win over the A’s. And also helped stop our only slightly alarming four-game skid.
Seeing Adrian Gonzalez go to work has been a truly amazing thing. But it’s watching Carl Crawford grow more accustomed to the Fenway limelight — and excel under it — that’s been the highlight of the season for me so far.
And lest we ever forget, the guy’s got his own action figure. How can he miss?