Even if you could go home again, Dustin Pedroia probably doesn’t want to.
In a thoroughly entertaining Boston magazine profile of the Red Sox second baseman, by writer Tommy Craggs, Pedroia comes out firing against his hometown of Woodland, Calif.
Woodland is a bedroom community of more than 50,000 people that lies 20 miles northwest of Sacramento. It is often described as being something out of Our Town, which is an odd point of comparison for a place once known by its early settlers as "By Hell." "It's a dump," says Pedroia, whose parents run a tire store on Main Street and whose family seems to occupy a position in Woodland roughly equivalent to that enjoyed by the Grimaldis in Monaco. "You can quote me on that. I don't give a [expletive]." He shakes his head.
Pedroia acknowledges he's angry with the town for something he won't specify, though it's safe to assume it involves his older brother Brett's arrest, in January, on child-molestation charges. (Brett has pleaded not guilty.) "Everyone wants to get out of there," he goes on. "You don't want to stay in Woodland. What do you want to stay in Woodland for? The place sucks. The newspaper there, I don't really get along with. I come from your town. You should embrace me. I play for the Boston Red Sox. You haven't had a lot of major-leaguers come out of your city."
No, but Charles Schwab is from Woodland. Of course, Pedroia had a better year.