You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don’t mess around with Jim. -Jim Croce
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! What? I thought you said he was all through? I thought you said without the steroids he could no longer do the dew? Like Dr. Bruce Banner without his gamma rays. Like Steve Rogers without his super soldier serum. Like Popeye without his spinach. Like Shoeshine Boy without his Underdog Super Energy Vitamin Pill. Like those guys there. Is that what you thought? Well, you thought wrong!
Back in May, when David Ortiz hit his first bomb of the season after 40 games and 149 at bats, we heard the rumblings. We heard the mumblings. The bumblings. While Big Papi was mired in the midst of the longest drought of his career, we heard folks ask, “Is Big Papi ever going to be the force he was before?” The answer sports fans, is yes. Indubitably yes. Undoubtedly yes. Undeniably yes.
Last night Big Papi took the cowhide for a joyride. Took the cowhide for a joyride twice. Get the papers, get the papers. Last night, Big Papi hit what the kids like to call a walk-off home-run. Last night, Big Papi hit the game-ending home run in the Battle of the Sox. Hooray Big Papi!
For those of you who care about this kind of stuff, that was the 10th game-ending home run of David Ortiz’ career. For those of you who care about this kind of stuff, that moved him into second place among active players. That moved him past both Vladimir Guerrero and Alex Rodriguez who each have 9. That puts him behind only Jim Thome who has 11. That was Big Papi’s ninth game-ender for Boston, breaking a tie for the all-time team lead, which he had shared with Jimmie Foxx. But most importantly, that puts Big Papi back up on the big stage where he belongs.
People will like to tell you Papi is a juicer. People will like to tell you he fell into hard times because he fell off the juice. I’m not one of those people. I will tell you Big Papi’s troubles began last season when he tore up his wrist. I will tell you that wrist, not lack of PED’s, contributed to his worst year ever as a Red Sox player and to the horrible start to this year. I will also tell you that wrist appears to be healed. You know what that spells boys and girls? Sure you do. That spells championship. Roll Sox, roll!
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!