It has been almost two weeks since the big trade that sent, among others, Wil Myers to Tampa Bay for, among others. James Shields. (I apologize to those who are calling it the big Odorizzi-Leonard trade). So yeah, this is a delayed reaction. But a reaction it is, a reaction through pictures. It is, as it were, a study in contrasts between one of the “others,” Wade Davis, and myself.
Let’s begin by checking out Davis’ palpable excitement at the press conference at which he was introduced as a Royal:
It’s really too much for mere words, isn’t it? The first thing I think of is — wait a minute. The first thing I think of when I see that picture has nothing to do with Wade Davis. The first thing I think is “James Shields is just 31? Are you kidding me? Has anyone checked his birth certificate? Didn’t I give him a quarter at a subway stop in the Bronx 12 years ago?”
As for Davis, while old friend and Big Wade Davis fan R.J. Anderson tells me that is how Davis always looks because he’s a bulldawg, I am not so sure. Perhaps the trade just hit him. “I thought this was all an elaborate joke.” C’mon, Wade, you really think the Rays or the Royals have enough money to spring for plane tickets and a joke? You’ve heard about their budget struggles, and we can totally trust baseball ownership when it comes to the budget numbers they mention publicly.
I suppose that Davis’ own, shall we say, “Stoic” reaction to the trade is better than my own:
Matt Klaassen reads and writes obituaries in the Greater Toronto Area. If you can't get enough of him, follow him on Twitter.