Phillies pitcher Brett Myers (yes, that Brett Myers) didn’t really strike me as a gunrack-in-the-back-of-a-pickup-truck, Toby Keith kinda guy, but I guess Meech over at The Fightins (via Maj)knew otherwise, and makes the case accordingly:
It’s a description that would seem to fit him perfectly; a hard-working, beer rip-cording hothead who is equally capable of throwing 8 innings of shutout ball or getting yanked in the third after giving up a five-spot… Giving a memorable plate appearance vs. one of the best pitchers in baseball or getting sent to the minor leagues for no discernible reason other than a lack of focus… Losing his cool on a newspaper reporter after a tough loss or on his wife in the middle of a crowded Boston street… you get the idea.
These are all the erratic traits of a stereotypical redneck, and Brett Myers seems happy to play along.
And yes, that’s Brett above with his son, Colt. And yes, his kid is wearing a t-shirt with the old Confederate flag on it…on his way to the clubhouse. What, could you not find a bedsheet and hood that was small enough for your boy, Brett? I think I just solved the mystery of who left the burning popsicles sticks in Ryan Howard’s locker.
I want more like this!
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