I've got two words for the handful of people in this great nation who believe playing baseball in Boston is the same as playing baseball in, say, Minneapolis.
And for the other handful of people who believe general manager Theo Epstein and manager Terry Francona when they say Crisp is still the starter in center, I've got two more words.
The Red Sox are playing this game of "respect" because they are not willing to give Crisp away — at least not today.
Everybody with eyesight, pro-Red Sox or not, saw the difference last fall between Crisp and his replacement, Jacoby Ellsbury.
One guy folded like an accordion when the pressure was on, at least with a bat in his hands, and the other was a lightning rod, which is exactly what a leadoff hitter is supposed to be.
The problem is the Red Sox expended too many resources (players and cash) and too many scouting hours professing Crisp would be a very good replacement for Johnny Damon.
The Sox couldn't have been more wrong.
The only part of Damon he replaced was his arm, which was equally as bad.
This is the tough part of picking players to play for the Red Sox. You can't pick players who don't care about the game as much as the fans do.
This is not to say Crisp didn't care. He just didn't care enough.
I didn't get to know him enough because he wouldn't talk for much of last season, at least with any depth. From what everyone in the organization says, he was a nice guy who didn't ruffle feathers.
I might challenge that a bit as he was not the consummate pro during his early playoff demise (six hits in 33 at bats, five of which were singles) and eventual benching. He was ticked off, which is human nature, and wasn't afraid to show it to those in the locker room.