Your Sox are already getting haunted by this trade
Look—you think the Red Sox got enough problems *now*? You know, with the whole Manny Machado thing from last night and them just generally lookin' like a bunch of bums? Here's the thing, it's about to get wicked worse. Turns out, that Rafael Devers trade from last June, the one that was supposed to be a big win for us, is already lookin' like a damn nightmare for 2026. Yeah, you heard me right: *2026*. We're talking three years from now, and it's already comin' back to bite us in the ass. I'm just sayin'.
### What the Hell Happened?
So, remember when we traded Devers to the Giants? The deal was supposed to bring in some fresh talent, right? A new era, blah, blah, blah. Well, apparently, we got three pieces in that trade that the Sox have *already* moved on from. Gahn, just like that. Poof. So, we shipped off our superstar, a guy who could actually hit the ball outta Fenway Park, and what do we got left to show for it? Not much, if these guys are already gone. It's like buyin' a triple-decker in Dot, thinkin' you're gettin' a good deal, and then findin' out the foundation's rotten and the roof leaks after a month.
* The Sox traded Rafael Devers to the Giants last June. * The trade was supposed to bring in new talent for the future. * Three players acquired in that deal have already been jettisoned by the team. * This means the return for trading a generational talent is already diminished.
Here's the real kick in the nuts for us, the actual fans who sit through the whole season, rain or shine: we traded a guy who's a cornerstone, a legit power hitter, and the "future" we got back is already gone before his contract even really starts makin' sense. It's like we're perpetually rebuildin' but never actually gettin' anywhere. We're gonna be watchin' Devers mashin' dingers for some other team in three years while we're still scratchin' our heads, wonderin' where all the talent went. It's a sad state of affairs, and it makes you wanna go down to Sullivan's on Castle Island and just drown your sorrows in a couple of hot dogs.
Wicked early, wicked real — that's how we do it from Dot to the Harbor.
You gotta hear the crew rip into this one tomorrow morning, wicked early at mornings.live.