No Excuses

When things are going bad for the Red Sox, Shank is at his best.

What’s up with smilin’ Jon Lester?

Other than another curious and abysmal performance by the Red Sox lefthander, Tuesday was a relatively quiet night at Fenway. Nobody went on the disabled list. Nobody said the clubhouse was “toxic,” nor was there any talk about a “disconnect” between Bobby Valentine and his warriors. Bill James was safely locked away in a Kansas basement with no telephone privileges, and no letters were released to Sox season ticket-holders.

But our one takeaway from the Red Sox’ 7-5 loss to the White Sox is that Lester still stinks and nobody knows why.

Can't be anything connected to the incessant, unrelenting negative coverage of the Red Sox this season, right?

Hey, Bruce - when will the Globe drop the paywall?