Every camera cut to him in the dugout and on the mound was him taking deep breaths and obviously trying to get his brain calm.
Sometimes with great talent it’s more important to get your head right than anything else. Seems that’s the case with Framber.
I’m glad Dusty’s message worked, but Strom could’ve delivered the same message.
I never played in the bigs, but I can tell you as an infielder and occasional pitcher sometimes it just takes someone making your laugh/stop overthinking/thinking at all to get right. I’ve always been a fan of just asking something totally non-baseball related, like what they had going on after the game.
Whenever I think about diversion stories told on the mound, I’m reminded of the one of two bulls standing on the hill looking at the cows. Cracks me up every time.
He unleashed quite a string of bad things he wanted to happen to me. He let me know at the outset he is a doctor who worked a 12-12 shift the day before. He was pounding those beers, and we wondered if he was working last night.
Not sure, but he was irritating us with constant interruptions while we were watching the game. He laughed at “the Astros stole my sign” thing, and I said it was not funny. He asked if we were serious about baseball, and we said yes. He kept taking sarcastic shots about the game, and I said “I guess you are not a fan?” I asked who won the game “last night” (Game Four), and he said “the Astros lost.” When I said “Nope” and told him the score, he went off.
He pounded his fist on the bar, said “I hate irritable baseball fans,” and unleashed his list of the things he wished for me, none of them being “Good health” or “Long life.”
I told John after we moved “that dude waited a bit late to curse my life.” I have already lived a happy life.