He’s seen enough.
Oddly, a few years ago, right after the Phillies traded for Hunter Pence, reader Luke sent me a picture of him and his newborn son, L.J., who had shat himself out of sheer joy when Pence went yard for the first time as a Phillie. L.J. had been born into a world where Ruben Amaro was king. Those were good times. Now, three years later, Rube is little more than a jester, and babies enter the world during a time of great turmoil. Of course, their reaction is still to just shit their pants.
Bob says that this is his second kid. His first was given a Fire Andy sign. Let’s make it 2-for-2, Bobo.