Will Someone in Baseball Love Sammy Sosa Already?

When I woke up this morning and saw Sammy Sosa dressed up as if he was auditioning for Casa de mi Padre 2, I was utterly appalled.

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It’s clear that Sammy Sosa — the Chicago Cubs franchise leader in home runs who also spent 13 years with the club — is acting out.

Think about it from a parenting or teaching perspective. When a toddler acts out, what is he/she trying to accomplish? It’s a cry for attention. It’s a cry for love. It’s a cry to be reined back in by those that care about him most. They’re testing their boundaries. They want to see how much they can get away with.

It’s a cry for help!

It’s no wonder why Sosa is doing this. Not only has he been shunned by the Chicago Cubs, he’s been shunned by the national baseball media who made MONEY off of his three seasons of 60+ home runs. He’s been shunned by fans that paid top dollar to bring their kids to see him run out to right field like a lunatic and hopefully see a ball soar past the ivy.

Sosa has been pushed so far into the corner that his fight or flight responses have kicked in. And in his weird mind, he decided that to continue to get the attention of people that dislike him, he needs to pretend to dab like Jessie from Toy Story:

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Or dress like Mr. Rogers’ Quagmire:

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Or like a bottle of Pepto-Bismol.

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Enough already.

Look, I’m not even a Cubs fan, but someone needs to put an end to this. Someone needs to show Slammin’ Sammy Sosa some love.

The only person that can start that process is Tom Ricketts. Just end the charade my man. Sammy doesn’t owe any of us anything. We loved every single second of his *ALLEGED* steroid use. I loved it and as I mentioned above, I’m a South Sider. But that didn’t stop my Dad and I from watching WGN together just to see if Sosa would get to 60 again. That didn’t stop us from scheduling events around Cardinal/Cubs match-ups to gaze at the toe-to-toe battles with Mark McGwire. That didn’t stop me from skip/jumping my way out of the box every time I played wiffle ball in the backyard.

I mean just look at the adulation from everyone in the ballpark:

That was one homer.

Enough is enough. Show Sammy the love he deserves.

 

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