Courtesy of David Ortiz, who is playing (and speaking) as if he were literally en fuego. After personally being forced to listen to Michael Kay & Paul O’Neill drone on about this manufactured story ad nauseam throughout last night’s game (because, God forbid, we actually discuss what was happening on the field, gentlemen), this quote from The Large Father made me crack a wide smile.
Namely, because my epithets — hurled at the television during one particularly asinine segment where Kay insisted that pitchers showing emotion upon striking out a batter (see: Joba, Papelbon) was acceptable because it was in the moment, while batters showing emotion by flipping their bat and letting loose with the swagger was surely premeditated (because, naturally, no one gets excited when they jack a home run against their closest rivals.**) — fell on deaf ears (perhaps The Wife heard, but she didn’t seem particularly moved).
The secondary reason his quote made me grin? Because I can’t figure out for the life of me what he’s talking about in “make that video on my [expletive]” part.
What video is he making and where is it on? His “motherf@#$ing iPad?” His “motherf@#$ing 132-inch HD television?” His “pal Wakefield’s motherf@#$ing HP laptop which still has motherf@#$ing WindowsME on it?” This, my friends, is the real question people should be asking.
Oh, and nice job with the hitting of all the home runs. Hugs.
[**For the record, whenever my player hits a home run in MLB 11: The Show, I flip the controller and find myself shouting as loud as I can (without scaring my 8-month old daughter, which is still pretty loud) while dancing some sort of (impromptu — not premeditated!) jig and gesturing towards my genitals.]
