My favorite Coco Crisp Memory is his catch in June 2006 against the Mets:
I'll never forget seeing him leap, fly, dive, and roll on the warning track from my clear vantage point in Loge Box 150; I'll never forget how wide my father's eyes were as he put his hands up in surprise and celebration. All 36,000 in the ballpark screamed for minutes on end, screamed and screamed and somehow no screams of joy and gratitude seemed loud enough.
I think most of us are left with the feeling that Coco Crisp never really reached the potential he was expected to in Boston. Personally, I thought the writing was on the wall at the end of 2007 after Jacoby captured RSN's heart and World Series playing time.
In contrast to so many of his former teammates, though, Coco was a constant smiling presence on the Red Sox (except, of course, when he was going apeshit on umpires), playing time or no playing time. He always gave maximum effort no matter what his personal situation, like when he came in for a single inning at the very end of Game 7 of the 2007 ALCS, but caught two of the outs. And he leaves simply because he is at a position where we have a surplus (outfield) and need to fill a position where we have deficits (middle relief). About as tidy a baseball deal as you could ask for.