Thursday, December 1, 2011

My Funny Valentine.

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So. Bobby Valentine.

The question is: Can a tiger change his spots? Is he the man who can't keep his big mouth shut? The man who believes so unequivocally in his own infallibility that he embarrasses his own players in an effort to prove himself right? The type of man who always has to have the last word?

Or is he the guy who showed up at today's press conference. Not the most articulate guy but, seemingly, genuine; enthusiastic about the opportunity; able to say the right things; un-tone deaf enough to emphasize that he was Ben's choice.

My initial reaction to the hiring was that ultimately this was going to be a disaster. Too many big egos for too small of a clubhouse. It may turn out that I'm just really missing baseball but he's starting to win me over. Maybe people can change and everything will be sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows.

But at the same time, it's hard to trust someone with such perfect teeth; especially a baseball player, as they're not exactly paragons of oral health.

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