I don't want to make any startling declarations considering my familiarity with the Chicago Cubs roster doesn't go back further than the beginning of October, but I think this Kris Bryant guy might have a bright future. Sure, the .308 average throughout the playoffs was a strong indicator, but if you really want to know how clutch he is then just look at his face while he was in the process of giving the Chicago Cubs their first World Series in over a century. In case you really, really needed it, there's yet another reminder that professional athletes just aren't like us. Forget Kris Bryant's ridiculous athleticism for a second. They say pressure either bursts pipes or it makes diamonds, and that man's face in one of the most nerve racking moments in sports history looked like the ring Kobe had to get his wife to make her forget he sodomized some white broad at a ski resort. The entire fucking city of Chicago - that was either in attendance or huddled somewhere in the general vicinity of Wrigley Field - was one trickle of a faucet away from nervously urinating all over themselves and the thousands upon thousands of people they were standing dick-to-ass with. The man who they were depending on to wash away ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT YEARS of futility was grinning ear-to-fucking-ear like he just arrived at his own surprise party as he lost his balance rocketing the championship clinching out towards first. There has never been a bigger disparity between the emotional state of an athlete and those actively rooting for him than when Kris Bryant's happy-go-lucky ass rewrote history by fielding a short chopper with the expression of a beer league softball player who pre-gamed a little too hard. Don't believe me? Just check the decibal difference...
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