Kick him in the belly! Kick him in the belly!

Kick him in the belly! Kick him in the belly!

When I think of Brian McCann, I THINK OF HIM ABSOLUTELY KILLING THE PHILLIES and looking like a male librarian at the local high school. But I absolutely love this move by him– not letting Carlos Gomez cross home plate after jawing with Braves while rounding the bases on his colossal home run. Fight me, and you get home.

It’s like a boss level in a video game. Sure, you may have hopped on those little Koopas while circling the diamond, but now you have to earn your right to screw the princess. Like, from now on, I’m going to think of McCann as a 100-foot tall monster that guards home plate by spitting chew at you, and the only way to defeat him is by sticking your spikes in his pudgy little belly until his catcher’s equipment is ripped away with advanced animation techniques and his little tiny outie is kicked in by a metal cleat. I could see Chase doing this.

Video after the jump.

And yes, my world is really fucked up.