Every time I see Mikey “Scenic” Lowell hobbling to the plate or contorting his body in the field, I think two things.
The first is, “Get that ballsy, team-first motherf@#ker some stronger painkillers, stat!”
The second is the possibility of a “Kirk Gibson moment” for the man sometime during this post-season.
You know what I’m talking about–that Hollywood-couldn’t-have-scripted-it-better ending to game one of the 1988 World Series, when Gibson, the NL MVP who was hobbled by hamstring and knee injuries, came to the plate as a pinch hitter in the bottom of the ninth and slapped one out of the park (off Our Man Eck, no less):
Of course, such heroics will necessitate Lowell not being in the starting line-up. And though the man we call Scenic Lowell, the defending World Series MVP, will never quit, never say die, never admit his body just can’t take another stroll to the plate or line shot over the third base bag, the Powers That Be may have to make the painful decision for him. Thus setting up the magic moment.
