The irony of tonight’s mound theatrics in the eighth inning was stunning.
Old man Davey Johnson, the Nationals manager, demanded Joel Peralta’s glove be inspected, and the umps proceeded to confiscate the glove and eject Peralta for having an unapproved substance. Then Joe Maddon had a fit because the Nationals violated some sort of BS unwritten rule of baseball by snitching on Peralta.
What a crock. One of Maddon’s stated mentors. Whitey Herzog, pulled the same kind of stunts 25 years ago to get in the head of Howard Johnson of the Mets, who then were skippered by Johnson, as well. Herzog was obsessed with confiscating Johnson’s bats to try and get in his head and figure out if he was cheating.
But now all of a sudden Peralta getting ratted out is somehow worthy of a freak out?
Maddon should have taken it like a man, instead of whining to reporters after the game that Peralta shouldn’t be “singled out” and made out to be a “bad guy” and how reporters should “take a poll” of players to see what they think of the snitch job.
You know what, Maddon, Peralta does deserve to be “singled out.” He does deserve the “bad guy” treatment from MLB, and reporters shouldn’t “take a poll” of players because fans couldn’t give a crap what the players think about cheating. You cheat, and you take your punishment and don’t cry like a preschooler. Nobody should be such a wuss to complain about getting caught or investigated. And Peralta is an idiot for doing it against his old teammates that had knowledge of his shenanigans.
Peralta, to his credit, manned up to reporters and admitted after the game that he had pine tar in his glove — and said it didn’t get there mysteriously.
Frankly, this Joe is surprised Maddon reacted the way he did. He could have had Peralta’s back and not come off like a crybaby with a twisted sense of integrity.
All that aside, it was a great 5-4 Rays win in Washington with a playoff-atmosphere feel that’s been missing for at least a couple of series.
The hottest .204 hitter in baseball, Karlos Pena, drilled a two-run beast of a bomb to center. And it’s amazing what a little production from the top of the batting order can accomplish, along with a catcher that can be respectable at the plate and not run off to feast on energy bars.