*Image courtesy of Kelly and www.sittingstill.net*
Let me get this out of the way right off the bat.
I love me some Big Papi. LOVE the big guy.
In fact, I once had an hour long argument with Ang about how we NEEDED to name our child Papi. (In full disclosure, this argument happened right after Trot was born and I was SURE I wanted another one.)
So I'm not someone who wants to bench him, DFA him, or send him to Iran as the new U.S. Ambassador.
But at the very least, for right now, he should be on the Cop Schedule.
1 day on, 2 days off.
'Cause I don't care if Scenic's hip makes Mickey Rooney look young or a 157 year old turtle could beat him down the line or even the fact that he looks like he's in pain just walking to the box.
Mikey can still rake, the Sox won 17-8 with him in the DH role tonight, and every morning when I get up to shave my beard it looks more and more salt than it does pepper.
All that aside? I'm a firm believer in the motto "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
And right now?
Senor Doubles is far from broke.