Ouch, Hideki
Ouch. I’m not normally too much of a wuss when it comes to seeing people get mangled on television, but watching Hideki Matsui fracture his wrist last night almost made me revisit my dinner. This is horrible for Matsui - here’s a guy who doesn’t complain, shows up to work hard and play great baseball every day, hasn’t missed a day of work in about 10 years (how many people do you know who can say that?) and he breaks his arm while making an extra effort to take away a hit. Surely, it’s bad for the Yankees too, and the rumors about Torii Hunter are at gale force now, but this calls for some major sympathy for Godzilla.
Under the best of circumstances, he’s back in mid-August, possibly for the playoffs (if they’re in the Yankees’ future this year), but let’s just hope he’s back. For all of us weaker Little Leaguers who were stuck in left field game after game, Hideki Matsui is something of a patron saint (how’s that for mixing your metaphors). I’ll appeal to any other saints anyone feels are appropriate to get him back in one piece.