"Fans have the right to do whatever they want," Millar said. "I'm just saying let's not boo him over salary. They're obviously booing him over performance. They gave him $40 million -- what does that have to do with anything?
"The point being, the guy comes out here and works hard, and don't let six weeks shadow eight years of greatness. The guy's a great player. My message for Red Sox fans is, 'Lay off Edgar Renteria, he's going to be fine. The Sox will be OK. We're battling right now. Get on me, I [stink]. I [stink].'"
Millar, who is batting only .243 with two homers, said while he took the initiative over the weekend to give Renteria a pep talk, the shortstop did not vent any frustration about the recent booing at Fenway.
"I feel it's my right to stand up, because I'm not a very good player, but I bring some intangibles and it's my job to speak about the way I feel about Edgar Renteria," Millar said. "He's my teammate, my family member, and I think he's a great player." (Red Sox Official Site)
Hokay, Kevin. I'm not sure if you even know who exactly you're talking to by the end of your comments--the "media" or the "fans." But I know as a fan, I find your comments a little bit of an insult to my intelligence.
Why are we booing Renteria? You seem to think you know. That's about as preposterous as me presuming to know what's going on in a player's head. Don't want us mind-reading from the stands? Don't do it in reverse.
I was at the game yesterday. I booed. I'll tell you why, if it helps.
I am booing because yesterday, I paid $45 for a ticket, sat on a public transit system you and your fellow multimillionaires wouldn't be caught dead on, squeezed my way through a ballpark you and your fellow multimillionaires probably wouldn't sit in, either, and paid $4.25 for a bottle of Coke I can get down the street for $1. I am booing because I came out to the ballpark yesterday, and I didn't go out there and pay my money (the money that helps pay yours and Edgar's salaries) to watch you lose.
That's the thing about a sporting event. A movie isn't going to surprise you by ending differently than promised. With virtually every form of entertainment besides sports, you know what to expect.
I'm booing because you are my Red Sox. My World Champion Red Sox, and I expect better than six men left on base in the first third of the game. I expect better from Edgar Renteria than to strike out with a pathetic wave at a pitch just off his shoetops and then to blame his difficulties on me, the fan who loves him and comes out to the ballpark to see him.
I'm booing because I expect better from this team, and I have the right to expect better from people who get paid millions upon millions to play this game than blaming the people who help pay their exorbitant salaries for their struggles.
I'm booing because that's what fans at ballparks do. Especially at Fenway Park. And if one of you goes 0 for 4 with one lousy walk when in three of those at-bats there are men in scoring position, if he doesn't expect to hear about it from me, he needs his head checked.
Double for you, Millar, if you think it's such an injustice you have to speak up for him. I understand you probably want to be a good teammate, but you of all people should know that the boy's either going to sink or swim in this town, and no one who's just paid $6 for a crappy hot dog is interested in throwing him much of a lifeline.