It’s hard for me to put into words just how much I dislike Bryce Harper. I can’t even watch Nationals games anymore. Living here in Maryland, I can watch every Orioles and National game on TV. I used to, pre-Harper, watch quite a few Nats games when the O’s weren’t on. Not anymore.
As of this morning, Harper is batting .249 and has only four home runs. Harper has struck out 65 times. Being the Bryce Haper hater that I am, maybe I should start watching Nationals games again for the schadenfreude.
Washington Nationals All-Star Bryce Harper has shown he’s more than willing to run his cranium full speed into the Dodgers Stadium out-of-town scoreboard, but not so much when it comes to running to first base on a groundout. Harper dogged it in yesterday’s 4-3 loss to the St. Louis Cardinals and was benched because of it. Harper was removed from the game in the sixth inning and replaced with Kevin Frandsen.
When asked about the move, manager Matt Williams told reporters after the game that Harper’s “inability to run 90 feet” was the reason for the benching. Nationals general manager Mike Rizzo later told reporters that he agreed with the decision.
Have they forgotten who Harper is? Anyone employing the baseball talents of Bryce Harper had better get used to him taking plays off. Anyone who remembers his time here in Hagerstown knows that Harper often lacks dedication. That’s putting it nicely.
If the Nationals wanted a player who always played hard and played with hustle, they should have taken a pass on Harper and instead drafted Manny Machado. The Nats had the first pick in the 2010 MLB Draft and the selected high school dropout Bryce Harper. The Baltimore Orioles had the third pick, and they drafted Manny Machado.
I could care less what people think. Screw what people think. Everybody talks about us all year long saying we’re not going to make this or do that. I could care less what they think. It’s all what we think. I could really care less what the media thinks or anybody else. It’s nice to get that W tonight and like I said, I could care less what people think.
I think Bryce Harper is a jerk. It’s OK though, he doesn’t care what people think.
Take that players who choose to play safely and sanely, players who heed the warning presented to them by the existence of the warning track under their feet, or as Harper probably calls it, the go even faster track.
Harper plays baseball hard? Harper will never stop playing hard, even if it kills him? Harper respects the game?
Those are some strange statements coming from someone who admitted in an interview to not being too focused his last 20 games while playing here in Hagerstown because he didn’t want to be here. “Not too focused” and “wanting to get out of there” are the polar opposites of playing hard to the point of death. They’re also the polar opposites of someone who respects the game. Players who respect the game don’t talk about not being focused and wanting to leave the team they play for.
At least the smart ones don’t. Then again, smart players don’t run full speed into the out-of-town scoreboard, resulting in an injury that requires stitches and time away from the game they claim to respect. Smart players don’t do something stupid and then pretend they did something to be admired.
Washington Nationals right fielder Bryce Harper slammed into the outfield fence at Dodgers Stadium last night in Los Angeles trying to make a play on a fly ball off the bat of Dodgers catcher A.J. Ellis. Harper went face-first into the scoreboard resulting in a laceration to his chin that required 11 stitches to close.
Harper didn’t suffer a concussion, at least that’s what the Nationals and Harper’s agent Scott Boras are saying. Watching a replay of the incident, it’s hard to believe Harper’s brain didn’t concuss even a little bit. I think I got a slight concussion just watching it.
Check it out:
Maybe Harper thought he was catching a train to Hogwarts. That actually makes more sense than not knowing what the warning track is for. Then again, although he’s a gifted athlete, Harper’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.