Halos Heaven, a Los Angeles Angels community
Is it just me, or does it appear as if someone has brainwashed the entire Angels baseball team, leaving them mind-numbed, robotic figures who go about their business in a listless, docile fashion. What happened to the team that was a play-hard group of athletes that thrived on bone-crunching plays at the plate, take-out slides at second base, in-your-face bunts, headhunting fastballs, and first-to-third base running? Has the same fate befallen the Angels as the women of Stepford?
A standard offensive inning goes something like this: Three batters appear at the plate as is required by the rules of the game. At least two swing and fail at the first pitch (ground out or pop fly) and the third watches two fastballs down the middle before striking out.
On the bench and on the field, there is no passion, no emotion. The players are zombie-like. No thrown gloves, no heated arguments, no questioning looks, no subtle but piercing gestures, just submission. From what we know, even Torii Hunter hasn’t called one of his classic team meetings to end the delirium.
No, the players seem content. They go through the motions; rote motor-memory is their guide. The result is an Angels’ win/loss record of 6/11; pathetic considering the team salary jump the past two years, $366 million to Pujols and Wells alone.
The team has entered the Stepford Twilight Zone. The Men’s Club (Scioscia, Hatcher, and Butcher) is in control. The team desperately needs a protagonist to fight for their survival. Who is it?
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