The Many Faces of Bobby Valentine

The Ledger remembers when Bobby Valentine was a normal guy, managing a mediocre team in Texas.

Then, something strange happened. Paranoia. Quirky managerial moves. Disguises.

No one knows the date or event when it all went awry for Valentine. But it did.

So instead of trying to nail down the psychosis of our subject, I took the easy route: Pictures.

Here’s a chronological visual of the demise of Boston’s ‘train wreck’ of a manager, as he steamrolls the Red Sox off the highest cliff he can find.

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The Normal Bobby

I can do this.....wait, what?

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Best Friends Forever Bobby

Hard to tell who is drunker in this photo, but my money is on Valentine since he showed up to the ballpark to manage in jeans.

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The Japanese Bobby

Saki shots on me boys!

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The Weird Bobby

I can smile like this for 33-hours straight!

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The Angry Bobby

One more time...say it one more time!

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The Spy Bobby

This really wasn't that bad of a disguise...if you were auditioning for 'Weekend At Bernie's 3'

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Beantown Mafioso Bobby

Bafondu! My team, my rules (regardless of the embarrassment I'm about to cause)

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Childish Bobby

The wheels on the Sox go flying off, flying off, flying off...

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Lost Bobby

The 'can' is that way Bobby...and don't forget your britches this time!

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Naked Bobby

Ayyyy! I left my britches in the 'can' again.

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Apocalyptic Bobby

I love the smell of balls in the morning

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Posted on April 9, 2012, in Baseball and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off.

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