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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

SMALLS TALK: Red Sox Nation Goes Crazy, JD Drew Can't Be Bothered


There goes the RBI chance, thanks man. (FULL VIDEO HERE)
 This is classic JD Drew. April 2009, nationally televised game, sold out Fenway Park, hated rivals in the visiting dugout, 2-1 game, 2 outs, bases loaded: Pettitte starts his windup and Jacoby Ellsbury takes off for home like Benny the Jet! "He's stealing home, I don't believe it! He's stealing home! He's stealing home and they don't see him! I don't believe it!" Pettitte spots him, hurries the pitch, Posada reaches for the tag, and he's... SAFE! Fenway erupts, Bay poops his pants in the on-deck circle, Francona has a heart attack, and Jacoby runs into the arms of his teammates waiting in a jacked-up dugout. What a momentum swing, what a risk, what a play! I'm literally sweating as I write this.

Arguably the most exciting play in all of sports, and JD Drew's bat never left his shoulder. He didn't say anything, he barely got out of the box- he simply didn't react at all. In fact, I think I even saw him mouth to the riotous crowd "Shhh keep it down, I'm trying to hit here." Can we get a pulse check over here?

JD Drew reminds me of that high school kid who hates baseball, and hates even more the fact that he's good at it. The kid whose dad had him taking 500 swings a day since he was three years old. In tee-ball he was focusing on staying inside the ball and back-spinning line drives as opposed to what flavor slushie he was gonna get at the snack stand after. He had a batting cage in the backyard and played on three different travel teams at the same time. He'd hop into the car after going 4 for 5 and his dad would sternly ask him about the flyout he hit in the 3rd. The kid who's treated baseball as a full-time job since middle school, and that's what I think it is to JD- a job.

While his teammates are hootin' and hollerin' in the dugout about the play that brought 38,000 fans to their feet, JD is back in the box racking his brain trying to remember what pitch Pettitte threw him the last time the two saw a 1-1 count. Sure you can say he's the consummate professional, but that's bullshit. Play with some emotion, some passion. Now I understand that he was still up and it was still a big spot with runners on first and second, runs that truly mattered, and I guess if he went wild celebrating Pettitte could have plunked him- but to load the bases again? I doubt it. What I do know is that the guy who used to wear number 7 and play Right Field for the Sox would have jumped on Jacoby like it was Game 7. His reaction would have made the screaming fans look tame. He was a team-first guy who never let anyone question his passion for the game. But that was Trot, and this is JD. Boring, emotionless, uninterested, dead-inside JD.