Wednesday, April 26, 2006
First off, I really like Trot Nixon. He hits like Manny against righties, plays above average defense in a very tough home environment and seems to be a good guy - sort of like that cool cousin who is capable of going off on some random guy at a moments notice after a few pops. But the big bad Boston media machine, loves Nixon "...like a fat kid loves cake," which has provided him to get a free ride in a fancy car in this town.
Nixon not only hits like Ramirez, but this past weekend's lack of hustle back to first base was also reminiscent of the future HOFer. It was understandable taking a step to second base, but not running back to first, after Hassleman urged him to do so while pointing to the bag (check the replay). Nixon's bonehead move and lackadaisical recovery was buried at the bottom of both the Globe and the Herald's Red Sox Notebooks.
If memory serves, Nixon's biggest blunder throwing the ball into the stands, when it was NOT the third out cost the Sox a couple of runs and only got a day or two of media attention. Nor did his injury, immediately after signing a three-year deal, get any prolonged scrutiny or his inability to stay healthy since. Or last season, when a Grady Sizemore flyball was deflected by Nixon for a dinger, the Globe headline did not mention Trot. In contrast to Wily Mo Pena’s recent similar miscue, where the Globe's headline was “Pena’s Entrance Lacked Grace”.
Again, I've got nothing against Nixon; it is just the positive spin from the "knight's of the keyboard" on anything Trot, when it is certainly not the case with so many others.