From The New Yorker's Nicholas Thompson, on the blockbuster:
Ben Cherington, the new general manager of the, to stretch the analogy, is Gorbachev. He started in the job this year, and tried to clean up the mess. But he was stymied by the old guard—including owners who foisted the current, and awful, manager, Bobby Valentine—on him, and now he has to move drastically. Crawford is like Kazakhstan, expensive but troubled; Beckett is Georgia, valuable but liable to start a war; , the throw-in utility infielder is Moldova; Gonzalez, the valuable breadbasket, is the Ukraine. And , the grumpy pitcher who stays behind, is now Chechnya.