So we were at that Who's on First? joint on Yawkey Way about three hours before game time, because my dad has a whole system for parking that requires we get there early (about said system I will say no more, for fear of giving away the "secret"). And we were talking about Jonathan's dominance, because who isn't talking about it nowadays? And my dad said something that took me totally aback.
"I don't think he's all that bright," he said. "Let's just say I don't think his MENSA card is in the mail, or anything."
He said it mildly, almost affectionately, but my eyes widened. "How do you figure?" I demanded.
"Well," he said around a swig of Bud. "He said he won the bet, but he had to cut his hair?"
I laughed. "Come on, that was a joke."
"Maybe," he said. "But I think it's fairly certain that if he couldn't throw a ball 100 miles an hour and with good location, that lad would be doing paper or plastic."
Of course I was incensed to hear the suggestion that Jonathan is anything but a totally brilliant and saintly character, but at the same time, these arguments between my dad and me about this or that player are one of the joys of the game. He's something of an iconoclast, relentlessly seeking out the underdog (he still talks wistfully about "My boy Edgar" and this season has been insisting that Alex Gonzalez's average is "deceiving) and belittling the golden boy. Meanwhile, I have a tendency to be riveted and awestruck by the big s
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