When I heard that only four current team members attended the funeral of Johnny Pesky, I was aghast. It was an off day, and buses were provided. What management should have provided was chicken and beer — after all, the guys in charge should have known who they were dealing with by now: self-absorbed divas who need to know what’s in it for them.
Attending the funeral of the team’s most beloved member is a social obligation, and, in this case, should have been a professional one as well.
Last year’s end-of-season collapse was unthinkable. This show of apathy is unforgivable. Pesky had in spades what the rest of this team cannot even understand: class.
At least he never saw the disrespect that current Red Sox showed him. My condolences to the Pesky family, and my apologies on behalf of a team that didn’t deserve him.