I often empathize with Marcel Ozuna. He clearly knows he's hated. He still tries to smile and play with style in the hopes it will all come back, between the strikeouts and boos. I just find myself feeling sorry for the guy when he's trying to be a supportive teammate, knowing he's dragging the team down and holding it back with his dead weight.
You can have all the money in the world, but that won't buy you shelter from the stuff that will really **** with your head in the moment. Can't feel good going up to the plate (baseball is a mental head**** as it is) anticipating failure and bracing yourself for the heckling and clear hate... from your fanbase.
You can have all the money in the world, but that won't buy you shelter from the stuff that will really **** with your head in the moment. Can't feel good going up to the plate (baseball is a mental head**** as it is) anticipating failure and bracing yourself for the heckling and clear hate... from your fanbase.
