Derek Jeter and New York. Drew Brees and New Orleans. LeBron James and any warm weather town already home to another superstar that will pay him through the sun-scorched nose. Some cities and superstars are just made for each other.

Unfortunately, the marriage between Carl Crawford and Boston proved to be the biggest bust of a union for an athlete since Kris Humphries swapped “I dos” with Kim Kardashian.

Crawford, who was traded to the Dodgers last year after injuries derailed his time with the Red Sox, says the people of Beantown nearly ruined him:

"That smile turned upside down quick. I think they want to see that in Boston. They love it when you're miserable…Burying people in the media, they think that makes a person play better. That media was the worst thing I've ever experienced in my life.”

Crawford, a highly coveted free agent in the winter of 2010, signed a seven-year, $142-million contract, but wound up falling flat on his face like Jennifer Lawrence at the Oscars, thanks to a series of injuries he could never shake.

Culling from the “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” book of clichés, Crawford, 32, says his tenure in Boston has some positives. "I took so much of a beating in Boston, I don't think anything could bother me anymore. They can say what they want -- that I'm the worst free agent ever -- and it won't get to me. But it bothered me the whole time there."

Crawford sure has some pretty tough talk. We’ll see if his actions speak louder than his words when he gets re-acquainted with Boston in August during a three-game interleague set at Chavez Ravine.