I’m not one for braggadoccio, although I did like Ali. But the Reggie/Manny “stand and admire my HR,” Buddy and Rex Ryan statements, Miami Hurricanes of the day…that kind of me-first, my s**t don’t stink attitude isn’t me.
I’m more the shut up and get it done type. It’s why I like Mo, Jeter, etc. Class personified.
Girardi doesn’t fall into the Rex or Buddy Ryan mode, not by a long shot. But one thing I do wonder about is the target on his back.
That target is literal. #28. Last year it was #27. Granted it is the goal. I just wonder if wearing the number was or is right. It does seem to be “rubbing it in.” I’m as proud of the titles as any Yankees fan, but there is a modicum of decorum that I wonder about.
Granted I’m a Celtics fan too. But there was a little something about Red’s lighting up the cigar that could get under one’s skin. I just wonder if Girardi’s number change somehow equals Red’s cigar.
Kill quietly. With dignity and class. That’s my motto.
Speaking of dignity, or maybe the lack of, Tiger Woods will read a statement tomorrow. God only knows what he’ll say…but then, no questions. Hey Tiger—whether it’s the media or the gallery, you’ll have to face the music soon. And those chords may be more dissonant than those your wife delivered to you that Thanksgiving weekend.
It looks like the White Sox could be a surprise player in the Damon sweepstakes. But the offer to JD would be far less than the offer JD had from the Yankees. Basically, it still looks like Bore-a$$ and JD screwed themselves.
Ron Villone back with the Nats. The 40 year old Villone, 61-65, 4.73 for his career, could be looking at his 16th MLB season, to which I think that twenty years from now, some child, as yet unborn, will be looking at the record and the longevity and say, “what the hell?”