This is the equivalent of an NFL quarterback wearing one of those handwarmers in mid-September. You just don’t do it. One of those unwritten rules. Hopefully, Adrian(sorry, Edgar) Gonzalez’s Padres teammates are giving him hell for this ridiculousness.
Admittedly, it’s not sultry out there in Flushing quite yet, but it was about 50 degrees at first pitch tonight. Not fifteen, fif-ty. Even now, nearly an hour after the finish, it’s 44. Seriously, Adrian, suck it up. Even if you’re chilly, just pretend you’re not. This ain’t the ski slopes of Colorado. This get-up only succeeds in making you look like an oversized Mexican Elmer Fudd. Plus, it doesn’t even seem to offer functionality such that it would actually keep anything warm around one’s domepiece.
This vaguely reminds me of when Placido Polanco rocked that spandex-y, snow-cappy, do-raggy thing back in the 2008 World Series, but at least that was late October…and it was raining…and there was bad wind chill…OK, it was inexusable then, too, but this is even less acceptable. Honestly, just look at him…shameful. I wouldn’t be surprised if Delgado is trying to stifle a laugh right there. We certainly wouldn’t blame him.
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