Don’t Worry, Davey. It’s May.
Anyone who saw last night’s game on SNY knows how frustrated and lost David Wright is looking these days. Now, when his tongue wags out, it’s not so much in concentration as it is wandering about aimlessly. Kind of like his swing.
But take heart, D-Wright. April is over.
One would imagine the odds are slim that David Wright has ever read T.S. Eliot’s masterpiece, The Waste Land. Perhaps he’ll find it now, though, and take solace in the first line especially:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Take "memory," David. Of your old swing, your former swagger, your misplaced confidence. Mixed with "desire"–to perform up to the high standards set upon your shoulders by you, by us, by your public image, by a 50+ million dollar contract.
But with May, the "dull roots" will more than stir. They’ll bloom, and a slump will turn into something productive–something alive and exciting.
Or maybe it’s just a case of 2007 being the "Bizarro" 2006. Have you ever seen the Star Trek episode Mirror Mirror? Regular Spock has no goatee. Mirror-Spock does. Perhaps the David Wright Goatee Watch 2006 record of clean-shaven = better hitting has switched around, like Mirror-Spock…and so, if the rules have changed, it might be time, David. I never thought I’d say this, but maybe you should stop shaving so much.
You know, while you’re in the batting cages. Shawn Green admitted that he escaped his spring training slump by taking extra batting practice until he literally couldn’t any more. Follow suit, Davidsan. BP. BP. BP. And then more BP. And then some more.
So that May, indeed, will be less cruel.