Big Papi has been in a big slump. Last night he was at bat with a bases loaded situation. I thought to myself that in the past, we could count on him to at least drive a couple of those runners in. I was not so sure he was going to be able to do that last night. I immediately thought that the emotional implications of him getting an out would be devastating to his already damaged psyche. I work with emotions people, this is what I think about. No sooner did I think that, he takes the first pitch and deposits it into the Monstah seats! Grand Slam!
I pick up the phone and call Mr. Chili. We often call each other for the big plays. This one was huge. He picks up the phone and says “Sweeeeeet!” Not “Hello?”, not “Chili residence”, but “Sweeeeet!”.
I knew he would eventually break out of this slump. He is much to good not to. I love to watch this guy hit but more than that, I love his happy go lucky attitude. He hasen’t been so happy lately. I think now he will be back to his old self. Watching him should be fun again!
Photo credit, which is the actual picture of him hoping, praying,and begging that the ball would go out of the pahk!
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