Unearthed

Since I'm not into religiously checking on him, I just noticed a mild Boston Red Sox column from Tuesday in the place of the usual criticism and subdued, poorly disguised vitriol:

FORT MYERS, Fla. — He was there the night the Red Sox collapsed in the Bronx when Grady Little didn’t take Pedro Martinez out. And he was in Anaheim in 1986, catching Donnie Moore after Moore surrendered a series-changing home run to Dave Henderson in the ALCS.

Red Sox bench coach Jerry Narron also was the man who replaced Thurman Munson behind the plate at Yankee Stadium on the night after Munson was killed in a plane crash.

Narron is a hardball Forrest Gump — a humble, unassuming man who always seems to be on the scene when big things happen. This past week he was named bench coach of Ron Roenicke’s 2020 Boston Red Sox.

I wouldn't exactly call the Forrest Gump comparison as a compliment. Some self-promotion (natch) also ensues. I'd say that part was shameless, but you know that already.