He’s a gamer, a dirt dog and a brawler. He runs blindly into walls, proudly sports the filthiest cap in all of baseball and is absolutely, positively the guy you’d want backing you up in a barfight. He’s a two-fisted, double-flushing tough guy in the finest sense, and if he was born in another era, I could totally see him fixing a plate of knuckle sammiches for the likes of Cy Young and Joe Jackson, showing up hungover and black-eyed with Babe Ruth, and helping General Patton keep the Communists at bay.
That said, if we re-sign Trot Nixon, it will be an emotional decision, not a practical one. And as much as I lurve the guy, I just don’t put ink to paper.