It's almost go time. And I can think of no guy I'd rather have lead the charge than this guy.
His stuff is nasty dirty, and when he lays a beautiful curve down over the plate it's like catching a quick glimpse of nirvana. He's not hampered by memories of the past, but he is locked in to what took him to the endgame before. He's the guy who is stone-faced and lethal on the field, and a chatterbox of a teammate in the dugout. He takes little credit for his own successes, and is the first to jump over the dugout fence to celebrate the success of one of his teammates or to step up and take up for fellow pitcher who he feels is getting the short stick. He busts his ass, going above and beyond (witness that he was one of just SIX players who showed up to the optional workout on Sunday, after getting in after 5am that morning) and is not satisfied so long as there is one pitch he could have thrown better, one out he could have gotten sooner, one batter he could have sat down quicker. He's unflappable in the face of pressure, and he's unfailing in his desire to win. Hell, not just win but SHUT THOSE OTHER MOFOS DOWN. He's the kid phenom who morphed into a World Series MVP and then grew up to be a man of resolve and the ace of a team.
He's brash and cocky and dominating and committed and fierce and competitive and firey and otherworldly talented and aces ... and thank the heavens, he is ours.
Here's a couple of videos for firing up the blood, Josh-style.
videos courtesy of NESN
And just because I never tire of seeing Josh in a cowboy hat with a big shiny belt buckle:
(and if the Indians think a cheap publicity tactic like hiring his ex-girlfriend to sing the national anthem is going to rattle him, they have got another thing coming)
on October 18, 2007 3:47 PM
I find it hilarious that all the elements of Josh that keep me from finding him at all attractive (the tobacco, being a huge redneck, his strange chin hair stylings, love of large belt buckles) are what makes you get all weak in the knees.
I will be going through all of your Beckett posts this afternoon so I can be armed with an arsenal of facts about his badassery to taunt Indians fans with at the bars tonight.