Mo Vaughn
29 September 2008
mer member of the Red Sox when they return to Fenway Park playing for another team. I cheered Mo Vaughn (well, I would have if I wasn't sick the first time he returned to Fenway), neither cheered nor booed for Johnny Damon, cheered Pedro Martinez and stood to applaud Roger Clemens as we walked off the mound for what we all assumed would be his last appearance at Fenway Park. The closest I ever came to booing a player is every time Kevin Millar came to bat once he began to play for the Baltimore Orioles (For the record, I think I almost booed him when he played with the Sox! I couldn't stand him when he was with the Red Sox, and still can't stand him now). I will boo some players: Barry Bonds got an earful from me (along with 37,000 other fans) each time he came to bat when the Giants came to Boston. But I have never been one to complain when players choose to play somewhere else. If someone offered me a 30% raise to do the same job I do now in another city, I would jump at the chance.
Posted by Greg Cunningham | No comments yet
11 July 2008
I’m just tired of the Sox bending to a superstar’s, melodramatic bull-crap (remember Mo Vaughn during the end of his tenure with the Sox?).
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Posted by Charles Bisbee | No comments yet
28 February 2008
t would seem, and Lee would have to rank up there among the strangest.
There were characters like Mo Vaughn, who looked like the side of a large barn, but could scoop up balls around first base like he was a skinny teenager. And he used to wear these enormous necklaces made out of some animal's teeth that were pretty frightening.
Posted by Skip Maloney | No comments yet
