Carlos Carrasco can spin it all he wants, but the evidence doesn’t support his claim.
“I really want to say I’m sorry,” Carrasco said afterwards. Well, sorry Cookie, but sorry doesn’t cut it this time.
You can hear Billy Butler laughing.
Look, it doesn’t take a genius to understand that he was frustrated. A seemingly infinite storm of bad stuff hit last night, and that’s going to happen from time to time. That’s just baseball.
What can’t be ignored is that for the second time this week, an opposing manager is fingering us with intent. Joe Maddon’s beef is or was ridiculous. Girardi’s however, is a hundred percent justified, as was Youkilis’ comments. The Indians have enough problems right now trying to find someone other than Masterson who can string some livable innings together. This is one thing that Terry Francona should not have to deal with on top of Carrasco’s general inability to escape damage. Had Carrasco been able to keep his head, it would’ve been much easier to write the night off as just a bad night with a backup lineup unequipped to deal with Andy Pettitte’s customary mastery.
But as it stands, the red flag of immaturity that made the Phillies so eager to part with Carrasco stood visible for all the world to see. It’s now up to Carrasco to make his words mean something. They are as hollow as they can be right now.