As you were getting your lunch handed to you today at Fenway, I hope you were paying attention to the play of your fellow third baseman for the Red Sox.
Single, double, Home Run, with 4 RBI's and he had several outstanding defensive plays at third to get some key outs for his club. Finally, and Slappy this is where you need to take the cucumbers off your eyelids, your hands outa that bowl of whatever for your nails, and pay attention.
Did you see him try to knock your 2nd baseman onto the pitchers mound? THAT is how you try to break up a double play: on the base paths, BEFORE he's already thrown the ball, not after the fact. Notice the absence of an elbow to the marbles like the one you threw: notice his lack of dramatic eye rolling, arms flailing, and ladylike prancing after he was called out. Just like John Wayne after decking some yahoo in a bar fight, Lowell just strolled back to the dugout looking like he wished he could go right back out and do it again.
Before you and Cano get your pantyhose in a knot, guess where he learned to play like that? In the organization YOU play for: the Yankees.
So tell Robbie to put his skirt back on and that it's OK he thought otherwise: with the example you've set for him, it's easy to see why he'd be a little confused.
You've had quite the week, haven't you Alex? Stripper gate, honking off the entire Blue Jay team with your "MINE" call, and then coming to Boston to get unmercifully booed for the past 2 days. It don't get any easier you know. That guy you're facing tomorrow: the one with the 97 mph fastball, the nasty hook, and a mean streak the size of the state he calls home?
He's pretty good.
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