Old News.

Dustin Pedroia is old. Nine seasons of enthusiastically throwing himself on the ground to stop a baseball has taken a toll on his body. He's lost his power. He's lost a step. He's just not as capable anymore. Realistically, it's time to start thinking about transitioning him to a lesser role, something easier and gentler on his body.

Nuh-Uh, says Pedroia.  (I think. Trying to parse what he says is very difficult.)

He doesn't understand defensive metrics so he has no use for them. Now, defense is difficult to quantify and, therefore, difficult to measure but refusing to even consider them is stupid. It doesn't matter anyway because he is training to be an athlete--or at least as much of an athlete as a baseball player can be--this year. (NOTE: Baseball players are not athletes. Swimmers are athletes. Gymnasts are athletes. Runners are athletes. Hell, Dancers are athletes. Baseball players are players.) I am amused that he's practicing getting up, it sounds like such an old man thing to do.

Regardless, you can go sit in the corner and grump about the good old days because the rest of us have moved on. There's a new amusing young thing in town, goes by Betts. He's delicious.