Although it makes for intriguing winter banter, I could care less about whether or not Jason Bay really needed the knee surgery he claims the Sox were pushing on him. The guy’s gone, and the only time he’ll cross our paths again is if the Sox meet the Mets in the 2010 World Series. Or if an alien entity transports every Red Sox player from the past ten years to a distant planet where they must engage in various contests against a team of supernatural beings, which is far more likely than that World Series thing. Between worrying about Papi’s bat, John Lackey’s health and Heidi Watney’s deposition (long story), I’ll have enough to keep my mind busy come April, thanks.
I will say, however, that if some buzzpunk band called “Jason Bay’s Knees” doesn’t appear on the scene by next summer, I’ll be somewhat disappointed.
