I suspect a large percentage of substandard seasons for any player with a history of being good is connected with an injury, maybe even a very minor one, that the public doesn’t know about and maybe even the team doesn’t know about.
I did notice the other day that he spent a great deal of time talking about stupid shit that was either related to the game but supremely unimportant or about stupid shit that was merely somehow related to the game.
This Angels catcher (Thiess?) is driving me crazy. He flashes a target, and then as the pitcher starts his windup, he drops his mitt all the way to the dirt, and then slides his mitt to wherever the pitch winds up. No target other than the brief flash at the very beginning.
I have a friend at work from Scotland. I asked him who his team was, he said “Rangers”. I asked why, he “hmmm…I don’t know…they just are.” I asked if he was from Glasgow, he said no, he was from Falkirk. Do they not have a team? “Yeah, they do, but we’re Rangers fans. And I wasn’t allowed to wear green. Ever. I would have been disowned.”
He’s also the one who explained “fighting season” in Scotland. He recalled how his father once smacked some poor guy off a barstool for no apparent reason, and when he asked why, his father replied “because we’re Scottish”.
All I know about Scottish football I learned via this movie:
So the girl I’m dating is taking her Texas teacher’s certification test, and it’s at a community college in Richmond/Rosenberg. She asks me to drive her so she’s not stressed (she damn near refused to drive on the freeways in Houston). So I drop her off there, and now have about 6 hours to kill…the only thing I know of in that area is Larry’s TexMex “Home of the chili cheese enchilada”, so that’s where I start. Waitress says there’s a movie theater down yonder, since I said I’m just killing time. That was the next movie starting so after a few games of Galaga, I buy a ticket, and I’m the ONLY person who bought a ticket that day, as I had the entire theater to myself.
Of all the places to see tiny-limited-release movie about Scottish soccer, Rosenberg, TX would have been near the bottom of my list.