*Photo from the Boston Globe*
Tomorrow night Trot Nixon returns to Fenway Park for the first time, and I'm sure the sound the crowd makes for his first at bat will rival that of a large plane.
Why is a guy with a .278 career average and a medical chart the size of a small town phone book so beloved by RSN? Take a look at this picture: THAT is why the guy is a cult hero in Boston.
Every time there was a dust up on the field, Nixon was right in the middle of it: during the '04 brawl, Trot was right there mixing it up with the Yankees. This particular picture is from the "Pedro drills Gerald Williams in the 1st inning" game vs. the Devil Rays, I think.
He played the outfield like a 16 year old kid, diving for anything in reach and bouncing off the walls like one of those super balls kids play with. And while he never was a big time slugger, he had the knack for getting the key hit when needed. From hitting the walk off HR to keep the Sox alive in '03 vs the A's in the ALDS, to the 3-0 double that missed being a grand slam by 2 freaking feet in game 4 of the '04 World Series, it seems like he always came through when it counted.
I realize Trot, particularly in the past 3 seasons, was injury prone and his production fell off. And in my heart, I know that JD Drew, at this point in their careers, has a much bigger upside. I've got no problem with Theo deciding Drew was the way they wanted to go. Trot Nixon is one of my all time favorite players for the way he played the game, and that won't change just because he wears a different uniform.
One day I'll get to tell my little boy why I named him Trot.
Where should I begin?