The cover story in the Sunday Boston Globe Magazine features sports columnist Dan Shaughnessy’s promo for his new book on former Red Sox manager Terry Francona.
Set the record straight?
Maybe not so much.
From Shaughnessy’s piece:
Our writing process was simple and structured. Terry and I would meet, usually in a hotel coffee shop or restaurant. I’d record a couple of hours of conversation, then disappear for a few weeks to write. When a chapter was finished, I’d e-mail it to Terry, and he’d call back with corrections, clarifications, and occasionally a deletion.
“Do we have to call Heathcliff Slocumb ‘useless’?” he’d say. “Let’s take that out.”
“I know you don’t like Schill, but we’re not going to call him a blowhard in my book.”
Fine. Schill is not a blowhard. Not in this book, anyway.
And Shaughnessy was not a journalist. Not in this book, anyway.
Michael Silverman’s Baseball Notes column in the Sunday Boston Herald reinforced that point.
Terry Francona did not set out to hurt anybody’s feelings when he co-wrote a book about his eight years with the Red Sox.
If the owners are not happy with their portrayal — and how could they be? — as being more concerned with image than substance and as not loving baseball as much as Francona, the former Sox manager owns up to that.
He felt he was being honest, after all. When he was fired or quit in October 2011, his own feelings were hurt. So, without any malice or forethought on his part, it sounds kind of natural to Francona that not everyone is going to be chuckling about how they are portrayed in the book.
Actually, no one but the owners will have anything to complain about. That’s because, according to Silverman, “[a]ny potentially touchy stories about players were vetted, via one-on-ones with Shaughnessy, so that nobody is surprised.” And Francona adds, “I checked with everybody — I didn’t use anything that I thought would make people mad.”
Anyone besides the hardreading staff mad about that?