As I anticipate the start of the 2016 baseball season, one
thought prevails above all others. It
rises above the overall success of the team even though it is directly tied to
the team doing well. It’s an emotional
thought and one that comes from the very core of my Angels fandom.
I want to see Jered Weaver return to being Jered
Weaver.
Maybe it’s a pipe dream.
Maybe I’m opening myself up for disappointment. Perhaps I’m fooling myself into believing
this is even possible. Yet, I hope. Isn’t that what spring is all about; hope?
I admire Jered as much as it is possible for any fan to
admire someone they do not know, but has watched for years. I have lived and died watching Jered do his
thing over the years. I have celebrated every
fist pumping end to a climactic inning that he’s been involved in. I have winced with agony when well intended
pitches have left the ball park faster than Jered can throw them.
Jered Weaver has been everything I could hope for in a
baseball player. He’s far and away my
favorite pitcher of all time. No
question and without a doubt.
From the moment Jered Weaver stepped on the mound for the
Angels, I have been engaged and committed to watching him pitch. Perhaps it’s because; like me, he went to Long Beach State. He's a Dirtbag. He’s a throwback. He’s old school.
There is a fire in him.
The kind of fire we all want to find within ourselves when the going
gets tough or the task seem bigger than ourselves. He’s the taller, thinner version of every underdog you've ever cheered for; be it, Rocky, Rudy or whoever.
He’s a lot of things, but he’s also uniquely just
Jered. There isn’t any flash to his
game, just swagger. Oh the swagger. You have to love the swagger. He reminds me of the gunslingers you see in
the movies. There’s a little bit of
Clint Eastwood in him. No nonsense. No messing around. But plenty of attitude of
the don’t-mess-with-me kind.
Jered is what happens when intensity meets coolness and the
two join forces. That’s Jered. That’s so Jered.
I always felt like everything was going to be okay when
Jered took the mound. I know I wasn’t
going to get cheated as a fan because Jered was going to give everything he had
to the effort. No moment was too
big. His confidence inspired me to
believe.
And I still believe.
I’m not writing this as a eulogy. I’m writing this because I want Jered to be
successful as much as any fan can want anything. I want to see that sneer again. I want him to walk off the mound pumping his
fist and screaming at himself. I want to
yell… “That’s what I’m talking about” again.
I’m not ready to say good-bye. I’m ready to say hello again and "Hell, yeah -
that’s the dude I know! That’s Jered
Weaver and he just shut your team down." I
want him to remove all doubt and shoot that look (you know the one) at all the
naysayers.
Make no mistake about it, I want the Angels to win. I just happen to believe winning will be all
the sweeter with Jered being Jered.
If the Angels are lucky enough and good enough to win it all
and they happen to do it without Jered, I’ll feel a bit empty. It’s like any big moment – you want to share
it with the people you love. It would be
like the Angels winning in 2002 without Tim Salmon. Can you imagine? Of course not.
So, as I prepare for the season that is fast approaching, I
keep hoping. I keep praying. I keep watching. Even more than all of that, I have raised my expectations; knowing full well
what comes with that.
Let’s do this.
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