Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Sometime in late July the Sox play a game against a divisional rival with one crazy, emotion-stirring incident in it. They then go on to win the game in dramatic fashion.
Yeah, heard that song before.
I rather preferred having the emotion-stirring incident be Jason Varitek jamming catcher's glove leather up A-Rod's nose instead of Matt Clement taking a line drive to the head and crumpling to the mound.
There are many acceptable exaggerated motions in baseball. It's OK to smash into the walls in pursuit of a flyball, it's OK to belly flop in pursuit of a groundball, it's OK to swing at a strike so hard that you spin around in a circle. It is OK to piledrive someone into the dirt, even if baseball sees fit to slap you with a 6 game suspension afterwards.
It is not OK to make Kevin Millar absolutely solemn, it is not OK to make Jason Varitek have to walk away for a bit to compose himself, it is not OK to make us all have to watch Manny gesturing frantically for the trainers, it is not OK to make Carl Crawford feel really really bad even though it's not really his fault, it is not OK to make us all listen to Don and Remy sit there in absolute stunned silence-- not that the rest of us were doing anything different, mind, unless you're willing to count little whimpers as speech.
It is not OK to crumple to the mound.
There is to be no crumpling from any of my boys for the remainder of the season, see? Not from anguish of loss, not from disgust at self, and most especially not from baseballs to the head.
He's got the hair right,
And he retired the side.
New Manny looks good.