Don't mess with this man's chi
Alfonso Soriano got an unexpected day off yesterday, and he wasn't happy about it:
Soriano was miffed when he learned his name wasn't in the starting lineup Wednesday after he had a pair of hits Tuesday night.
"That's why I'm mad," Soriano said. "If he had told me yesterday, then I wouldn't come today ready to play . . . I think he could have said to me last night, 'OK, take a day off,' especially because [Thursday] is an off day. I'd be like, 'OK, I'll take the two [days].' But I like to know before I come here."
Look, I don't for a second know what goes into preparing to do battle on a Major League ballfield. I mean, I'm sure there are all kinds of samurai-like rites and rituals involving incense and self-flagellation and everything else, and that whether one endures it all is contingent upon whether one knows ahead of time if one is going to be in the starting lineup. But it does strike me that even if one knows he's not going to play that day, that one would still, generally speaking, come "ready to play."
More seriously speaking, I can see it if Soriano was mad that he wasn't playing because he, you know, wanted to play, but being angry because he was forced to mentally prepare himself to play for a few hours on a Wednesday morning makes little sense to me.
What is Soriano really mad about? If he knew he wasn't starting ahead of time would he have had a slumber party with the girls the night before? Watched the entire fifth season of "Stargate: Atlantis" and made nachos? Why doesn't the media ask the things we want to know about?
More importantly, what's Soriano gonna do about it?
Asked if he would talk to Piniella about his complaint, Soriano simply replied: "No."