Baseball has off-field hierarchies.
Certain players receive special treatment and are given more leeway by their clubs because of who they are.
It occasionally extends to the field.
I don’t even think the umpires are doing it intentionally; it just is.
But there’s a limit.
And that limit is in the heat of battle. When a play is occurring, nobody’s looking to see who’s running; who’s hitting; who’s catching; who’s throwing.
They’re trying to do their jobs.
When something unfortunate but clean like what happened to Buster Posey happens, to denigrate the player who is seen to be “responsible”—Scott Cousins—is a reactionary and foolish response that’s rapidly reaching critical mass and a logical conclusion of fanned flames of derangement.
Cousins is getting death threats.
No one would say a word if it wasn’t a star player who was injured.
In 2003, Derek Jeter was injured in a collision at third base with Blue Jays backup catcher Ken Huckaby; many callers to WFAN in New York were outraged that a “garbage” player like Huckaby dare injure their captain as if he did it with intent.
It was a play in the heat of action; it was unintentional.
People want Cousins to apologize; to trade places with Posey; to die. It was a clean play and he has nothing to apologize for.
It happened because baseball is sometimes a contact sport played by large men running at full speed.
Now Posey has released a statement to try and put the issue to bed once and for all—link.
This thing is about 2 days away from reaching media circus levels in which there’ll be people selling T-shirts outside the stadiums with images of Cousins with a bullseye on his face; and stop motion clips of the collision.
Henceforth to be called, “the collision” in quotes.
Let it go. And grow up.