Say numbers like 714 or .367 or 511 or 56 to a baseball fan and well, you may not be able to see the circus starting in their minds, but it’s there. Say 1,689 and you might get a turned up nose of snobbery.
David Ortiz reached the mark last night. He’s now the designated hitter king, surpassing the previous mark held by Harold Baines.
The stand in batter for pitchers doesn’t play defense. He’s a half breed. He takes his turn at the plate and then drags his fat as back to the dugout and rides pine, plays hot foot, or wanders down to the clubhouse and watches TV.
And thank heavens or devil the DH exists! Bless em’ all; from the very first DH-Ron Blomberg in 1973 to Larry Hisle, Hal Mcrae, Edgar Martinez, Frank Thomas, and onward….more, more, more.
I hope it pisses of National League purists more and more and more. The World Series will be more heated. Interleague play saps enough intensity from the World Series already. So keep em’ separated. Keep their identities different. Keep the DH!
What would National League fans do without the DH anyway? They would suffer elitist withdrawal. There would be no more crutch to wax superior about that older, purer game back before all the so called “trouble” started. What trouble? There was always trouble and always will be.
Congratulations Big Papi!