Who they haven’t mentioned – and who I feel is worthy of some amount of attention – Zito’s teammate in San Francisco, Brian Wilson.
They’re two pretty big guys, but solid (well, Jenks is not solid anything, but he’s 275 pounds!)
But then, last night, I watched the Astros and the Dodgers. And I saw him. Jonathan Broxton.
Ladies and gentlemen, that massive chunk of humanity seated in the red cap is Mr. Broxton. He stands 6’4″, 290 pounds, and not much of it came from Twinkies. And the cap? It’s not a duck hunting cap, friends. That’s a bona fide Holden Caulfield people-huntin’ cap. Because Jonathan Broxton eats other human beings.
Not because he likes the taste. He just does it because he can.
Brian Wilson, I think you’d better be careful. Because if Broxton could Tweet (he’s physically unable; when he touches a keyboard, the entire computer vaporizes into a puff of anodes and diodes), he might see what you’ve done. And he might take you up on it.
And like your Beach Boy name sake, you might be calling Rhonda for some help.
[RR15: There is no Rhonda. I just wanted to force a Beach Boys reference in there.]