Last time to trot out this cliche lede: if you don't like the World Baseball Classic after that game, then there's nothing to be done. I started off an Ichiro skeptic—no walks, no power, inexplicably stuck in right field—but he is just too enjoyable, too generationally unique, a player not to enjoy watching.It's not just the hits and the fielding and the weird wrists-first bat motion—it's that the man has never made an awkward motion in his life. If he appeared on Dancing with the Stars, like the guy who was my idol in junior high, they would have to rename it to Stars Dancing with Ichiro.
Viva El Birdos
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