Well. So. Ryan Braun. These past few months have been a bit a roller coaster, in terms of my love for Braun. Take a look:
And the newest addition to the bunch:
Yeah. I am officially turning into a baseball schizophrenic, I think. When the original positive test was reported, I was as surprised as I ever am by a positive test and that means not very surprised at all. I’m a cynic like that, I s’pose. But his stance on it was intriguing all the same. There is a certain element of ‘fessing up or staying quiet and he didn’t do either. So I sat tight and ate organic Oreos and scrolled through my Twitter feed non-obsessively, 24 hours a day. Then when it was finally overturned and he was declared innocent yesterday, I stopped mid-oreo cookie (I eat them by breaking off the top and then eating the rest whole, in case you’re wondering) and felt decidedly suspicious. It seems to be in everyone’s best interest, in many ways, for him to be innocent I was once again rather cynical.
But then there was MLB’s nasty statement (agree or disagree, people, it was pretty nasty) and Braun’s presser this morning. And I’m leaning decidedly on the, He is innocent side now.
He’s awfully convincing, isn’t he? And the process seems shady enough that while he may or may not really be innocent, there isn’t enough solid info on the other side to call him guilty. We’ll have to see where it goes from here, but for now I am leaving that question mark at the end of my sign. Knowing the sharp-toothed media, we’ll probably discover more about this in the coming days/weeks/months, which I’m curious to see, but I hope we can all just settle down a bit and watch baseball too.
On a lighter note, the terrible hair that was Braun’s during the 2011 postseason appears to have gone bye-bye. This is good news indeed!
I didn’t really get the jacket, though. Why so many pockets and buttons? Less is more, Ryan. Less is more.