I'd say there's definitely a "actions speak louder than words" aspect to this, as almost every professional athlete is overly prideful enough to say they are good to go, but a much smaller percentage are willing to do what it takes to prove it. In this case, the actions were basically that of Richard Simmons, but they still hinted at George Springer's shoulder being healthy enough to patrol the outfield more strongly than his mouth could have. That being said, I can't help but think the timing of this "meeting" also helped the case of the person who chose to make it with his tits out. Much in the same way you would have said anything to get your mother or father out of the room when they'd stop at nothing to wake you up for school, I have to imagine that A.J. Hitch was unusually agreeable with the answer that would have cleared out his office the quickest. Maybe I'm wrong, by the moments following a 3-4 hour game in which any one of dozens of difficult decisions could haven proven costly seem as though they'd be the managing equivalent of the type of me-time that usually includes the kicking off of one's shoes and the unbuckling of one's belt. Catch someone during that vulnerable period in which their peace and quiet is at a premium and they are almost guaranteed to tell you what's going to make you either sit down, shut up, or - apparently - put a shirt on, even if they don't mean it. But you don't have to take my word for it, because George Springer didn't play the day after greeting his coach with topless calisthenics. Not sayin', but just sayin'.
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