The next part I can remember is the knock at our door on Tuesday morning. I open the door—T-shirt, shorts, flip flops—and there stands a guy who looks to me to be about 17 years old.
"Hello, I'm Jed Hoyer, Assistant to the General Manager of the Boston Red Sox."
While immediately thinking "B.S.—this is R.J. or someone playing a gag on me,” I could see he had bags of “stuff” in his hands and a letter.
Weird Event No. 3: I received phone call No. 3 from the team waiting in the wings. At this
point I was pretty honest in replying I didn't think it was going to happen. I was once again told that was OK, there would be a team and a deal waiting the following day. I'm not going to lie here, I was uncomfortable about this. It wasn't right, but at the same time I had unknown leverage with the Red Sox that I could use, if I wanted to do so. Having said that, I didn't say anything to anyone other than Shonda and Ed, and I wasn't sure what to do. So you could say, rightly so, I didn't do anything. Looking back now I still wonder if I did the right thing.
We parted ways after a long day and my first action after they had left was to call the GM of the Diamondbacks, Joe Garagiola Jr. I was nervous about the call because I felt like I was going to be upsetting him. I basically called and told him I didn't believe a deal would be done in time and that the trade would not happen. He responded with what amounted to exactly what I never expected.
He said, "Hey, that's OK by me. If we don't get this done then we go into next season with Schilling and a healthy Johnson again, I can live with that."