A Note on Albert Pujols
Amazing that Albert PoopHoles was able to hit a home run despite a terribly sore hamstring.
However, he wasn’t good at all. I think he hit the ball hard, but he got some breaks.
For example, he was struck out on the pitch before his homerun, except that home plate umpire Jeff Kellogg blinked as the pitch came in.
Oh, and nice touch of the “classy” first baseman to take his time jogging to first on Cliff Floyd’s grounder, making Floyd half-sprint on his bad achilles. If that wasn’t bush league and disrespectful, I don’t know what is.
Oh, excuse me, I forgot … Sir Albert has a sore hamstring, so he probably couldn’t get to first any faster. Remarkable how that thing doesn’t bother him when he’s hitting, running the bases, or diving for grounders — only when it’s convenient to save face.
And while we’re on the subject, I’m not putting much stock in Tony LaRussa’s defense of Pujols after the Glavine comments. He wears his sunglasses at night, for crissakes … and Corey Hart is in Milwaukee. Rather, I see Pujols as a childish, spoiled icon from a small market who would have a very hard time making it on the big stage of New York. Hopefully — for his sake — he’ll be smart enough to stay inside the protective cocoon of a midwest city, and not follow the money to the Big City. Should he ever have the urge, maybe a guy named A-Rod can talk him out of it.
All right, enough of Albert Pujols … let’s see the Mets do some mashing behind Maine in Flushing.