Start slow, Edgar? Ok. Let's just check the stats.
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Maybe we expected a .337 April average out of you, Edgar. Maybe we expected you to light up Boston like Nomar Garciaparra did when he stepped on the field. But you didn't, and after a few months, the boos just had to be unleashed. I can proudly say that I didn't boo you though. I just screamed at my TV when you made a costly error.
But Edgar, there were always those other times. The times you were clutch. The times you made a fanatastic play out in the field; the plays where I didn't think anyone but you could have made. The times you layed down perfect bunts and hustled your way down to first.
You never quit, Edgar. So I never quit on you.
Every time you were at the plate, I wanted you to deliver. I knew you could deliver. You were struggling, but I always had it in the back of my mind that you could step up and knock in that run, or get on base to set up "Big Papi" David Ortiz. I rooted for you each time you dug your cleats in the batters box and it was more than you being a Red Sox for why I did that. I had faith you in. And, for your sake, I wanted you to hit and field like you're capable of so the Fenway Faithful didn't jump all over your back.
Your career in Boston is over, and boy, was it a short career. You tried your hardest, but now you are in a better positon, and so are the Red Sox. Will fans and websites like Boston Dirt Dogs never let you live down your season in Boston? They won't.
But I know I won't be on your back for the rest of your career just because of your one bad season in Boston.
(The commentors, though, are a different story. Sorry, Edgar.)