I saw Yankee catcher Gary Sanchez getting drilled in the cup with a foul tip in Tuesday night’s AL Wild Card Game. Wish I hadn’t. Across the fruited plain you could hear male baseball fans whimpering on their couches.
I can’t even count the number of ways you can get hurt behind the plate, this being about the worst. If I were a high school baseball coach I would ask my would-be players on the first day of practice, “Which of you is the biggest, meanest, toughest son-of-a-b–ch in the pack, because I need a catcher.”
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