Each of us faces some sort of Ryan Howard in our own lives. He’s that thing in your life that scares you, that makes you nervous, that you’ll do anything to avoid.
We intentionally walk him, metophorically, because we lack the faith in ourselves and the location of our off-speed pitches.
Maybe your boss is your Ryan Howard. Maybe it’s that girl at the other end of the bar.
But when it comes to the other team’s pitching staff, their Ryan Howard happens to be the actual Ryan Howard.
I got angry when I watched the Florida Marlins intentionally walk Ryan Howard twice on Friday night. He’s two home runs shy of Babe Ruth’s single-season home run mark. The pitchers won’t give him a chance. However, I’m sure in Babe Ruth’s time, the opposing pitchers had their own Ryan Howard to deal with.
I forced myself not to get angry when Howard trots to first base. I tell myself that baseball is a team game (which it is) and that Pat Burrell can pick up the slack (which he can’t).
A team game. A single is almost as good as a walk. You need baserunners to win. With a Ryan Howard walk, he can score on two singles.
If you ignore your own personal Ryan Howards, they’ll find a way to get you anyway.
Ode to Mitch: "When you’re a comedian, you have to start the show strong and end the show strong. You can’t be like pancakes–all exiting at first, and by the end, you’re sick of em."
Also, Ode to "The Three Amigos"