Truth be told, though, we were all just concerned that
Soriano Peter Cottontail would fall on his face, thereby missing the ball and extending the inning to who knows what kind of horrors.
That he would eventually injure himself while skip-de-doo-daing his way to the dugout never crossed our minds, though it
probably certainly should have.
Now Soriano has a strained right calf as a result of his little stunt in last night's first inning (similar to the one pictured in this file photo) and Lou Piniella says he'll be out "probably for a while."
Well, that's just great. You sign a guy to an eight-year, $136-million contract that could be redefining albatross perhaps as early as next season and then he goes out and suffers the stupidest on-field injury since Gus Frerotte decided it'd be a good idea to act like the Bushwhackers toward a wall at RFK. At least he was so willing and able to give the second spot in the order a try for all of two games.
The worst part is that we can't even rightly say we told Soriano so. (Though we're certainly going to try.)