Quote from the Firefly TV series episode "Shindig":
"Malcolm Reynolds: Sure. It would be humiliating. Having to lie there while the better man refuses to spill your blood. Mercy is the mark of a great man.
[lightly stabs Atherton with the sword]
Guess I'm just a good man.
[stabs him again]
Well, I'm all right."
And with that I say...
Normally I am one for feeling bad when an athlete gets hurt. They work so hard to get where they are and find themselves trying to carve out a career in their chose profession. And then it all goes to crap when they get hurt or worse, continually hurt.
So when people get hurt I feel at least a little bad. Hell, I felt bad for Derek Jeter. (Okay, exception to the rule #1, Alex Rodriguez).
But then there is the curious case of Josh "The Bonehead" Beckett.
You remember Beckett, don't you?
He was the young stud pitcher who stood on the mound at Yankee Stadium in 2003 and took them apart to help the Florida Marlins win the World Series.
And he was the slightly older but still pretty impressive hurler who in 2007 was a vital component of that standout Boston Red Sox team that won the World Series.
And that's where things began to unravel. From that point on it was a downward spiral for him. And he compounded things by being a dickhead.
He had a ton of injuries. Blisters, a bad back and more. All things that make you hope he gets better fast. When you are supposed to be the ace of a pitching staff, fans root for your recovery for as little as if you stubbed your toe.
And what did Beckett give in return? Unrelenting scorn for the fans who rooted for him and continued scorn for those who got sick of him whipping out his skippy and pissing all over them.
There was the time that he missed a start in the latter days of his time with the Red Sox. I think it was due to a sore shoulder. The next day was an off day and he went out and played golf.
When the media and fans found out about and questioned how he could play golf a day after missing a start due to injury, he got pissy-assed with them. Hey Josh, when you don't do the job you are paid to do, people are going to want answers when you get caught not being nearly as hurt as you indicated.
And the piece de resistance for the downfall of the Boston Beckett Bunch was his leading man role in the Chicken and Beer scandal of 2011. It was a contributing factor in the firing of Terry Francona and made for a hellaciously challenging off season for the Red Sox.
It also was the key reason why the Sox brought in Bobby Valentine, which turned out to be a disaster on the level of the ball going through Buckner's legs.
By the time, he got traded (along with two other malcontents: Adrian Gonzalez and Carl Crawford) to the Dodgers, it was good riddance to Beckett's Bad Garbage.
But the ingrained notion of not taking delight of any kind when it comes to a player's injury got a challenging workout when a few weeks ago, I read an article on Yahoo that said due to continue numbness in Beckett's fingers, he may end up having to retire.
Article Link: http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/mlb-big-league-stew/josh-beckett-retirement-possible-because-numbness-fingers-163222403.html
I mean, no one should have their career end like that, right?
And then the evil side of the vocal chorus in my head chimed in with, "Screw him, he screwed the Red Sox and now karma has bitten him in the ass."
He was 0-5 with a 5.19 ERA for the Dodgers and it isn't like they were really going to miss all those homers (8 dingers in 8 games) that he was giving up.
Then on June 30th, I read the updated news on SI.com that he was going to be out for the season to undergo thoracic outlet surgery to relieve pressure on a compressed nerve in his neck.
Article Link: http://mlb.si.com/2013/06/30/josh-beckett-to-undergo-season-ending-neck-surgery/
The "angels" chorus (not the ones in Anaheim) in my head felt finding out a cause for the numbness was a good thing. In any walk of life, you don't want to go through the daily motions of your day knowing something is wrong but have no idea what that something is.
Then the devils (not the ones in New Jersey) counterpunched with "But he's a stubbornly selfish pain in the ass who screwed your team over!"
I tell you it is damn hard with all this to and fro going on.
But proving that he could fall into a bucket of rancid monkey feces and come out smelling spring cleaning fresh, Beckett is still making out like a bandit.
Oh sure, he's done for the year. But he's expected back for spring training so he has yet another chance to recapture a little of his past glories.
But for a guy who has spent the last few years not being a very effective pitcher and a world class jackass, that didn't seem to bother New Balance.
The athletic shoe and apparel company signed Beckett to an endorsement deal the day after he was confirmed out for the season.
It must be nice. I guess I have to start being a bigger asshole in life.
Yes Yes, there are plenty of people who probably already think of me as one already but just imagine if I really put some effort into it?
Why I could end up Being Josh Beckett!