MIAMI – The other day, Jordany Valdespin, the New York Mets' Dominican-born utilityman, was struck square by a Justin Verlander fastball. By "square" I mean "in the groin."
At impact – and by "impact" I mean "holy crap it's going to hit me in the groin" – Valdespin collapsed straight downward, at that moment becoming a blinded, gravity-stricken mess of shock and regret.
That's the thing, too. One minute you're sun-bathed, gloriously engaged in the game, young and trusting and soaked in promise. The next, you're covered in dust and lime, maybe bleeding, barely conscious and wearing a custom red-stitched cowhide thong. And you don't even remember drinking tequila.
Which is when I realized, "Oh geez, this is what it's like to be a Marlins fan."
Valdespin was not wearing a cup at the time, which is probably where he and Marlins fans went wrong. A few days later, healthier and wiser, he'd reconsidered his equipment choices, offering with that a quote that may endure with theRead More »from Fried fish: WBC might be only time fans will flock to Marlins Park this year