I saw a Twitter comment about the Braves Adam Duvall and how he doesn’t wear chains around his neck. I think the comment meant to scold the Latin players who wear chains.
It reminded me of the story of the NBA players who whipped out their phones after getting back to the locker room at halftime of a game. Most assumed they were checking in with their “boyz” or making plans for the club, or talking to the side chick.
No. It was to peek at an encouraging word from a spouse after a rough first half. “Play like your loved.” “I believe in you.”
It was a tip from a high school coach after a 0-for-9 first half. “Hey youngsta, that elbow looks like a chicken wing at the end of your shot. Get that elbow over your shoulder on the finish.”
We assume. And assume, we all know, means “we can make an ass out of you and mostly me.”
For all we know, Ronald Acuna, Jr.’s chains might be blessed by his grandmother, or his priest back in Venezuela. It might not be all style. There might be some substance. I’m going to ask him this homestand.
There are cases where the jewelry is silly and makes the athlete look bad. How about the video of the Mets’ Yoenis Cespedes sliding into second base and his diamond necklace breaking and diamonds all over the diamond. Look what else in the video. Cespedes pops a fly into short right field and hustles into second for a double. Imagine the scorn if he had loafed to first and then decided to dig for second and was thrown out?
I’m not a fan of Cespedes because of his uneven play and injuries, but he knocked down the stereotype. .
This old white guy (62) would sometimes hector the stylish athlete. But as long as they play hard, play for the team, respect the game, I could care less what they wear.