If you’re a baseball purist, this play should make you tear what’s left of your hair out. Mostly because I’m assuming if you consider yourself a baseball purist, you’re really old and already losing your hair.
I, however, am not necessarily a baseball purist. But the entire play made me laugh out loud before changing the channel in outright disgust to Tennessee/Arizona to watch VY beat Leinart yet again like the beer-bong belching buffoon he clearly is.
Soriano could have easily had an inside-the-parker if he would have even jogged out of the box but, as usual, that was not the case. Way to impress your new boss, Fonz.
Oh, and Willie Harris is not one of those guys like Cliff Lee who are with a bunch of teams because he’s so good he keeps getting traded. Harris is a Clubhouse Cancer who teams usually can’t wait to get rid of and this play illustrates that perfectly.