We’ve got a Policy for That. Ish.
Jackie Robinson Day always teaches us something new. The 2013 Red Sox commemorate the 10th anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing, Pedro begins a mentoring program, and Pottymouth takes issue with the bleeping of David Ortiz. Yu Chang starts hitting, Jarred Kelenic hits it far, and Franchy is hitting big for the wrong team. Patti dives into the math around the uptick in stolen bases – will this year’s champ hit 60? 80? And Trea wants to make sure we’re stealing for the right reasons. Tatis finally gets a shot at AAA ball. We’re with Rocco in the Police Blotter where he takes issue with umpires allowing Doming Germán to remain in a game after not following the crew chief’s directive, and we’re baffled about the “umpire discretion/we’ve got a policy but no one followed it” pitch clock violation when all the Dodgers fans wanted to do was welcome Cody home. Yankees broadcasters need to understand that kids from Cleveland get to rock long hair, even when forced to wear a NYY uni. A handful of teams are extending alcohol sales past the 7th inning, given the increased speed of the game, begging the question of the goal of ending sales early – it used to be to prevent drunk driving – which seems to be a moving target. Don’t get us wrong, we’re all in for a second beer because we are either on the metro or with a designated driver, but the policy, dammit. Stay tuned for what happens next weekend when the Pottymouth’s ditch Patti for a baseball trip to see the Phils and the Iron Pigs/Woo Sox.
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