Mark Buehrle, when asked how he would pitch to Albert Pujols if he faces him tonight:
“High and inside. Hit ’em. Knock him off the plate. Hopefully he charges the mound.”
Of course he immediately backtracked, admitted he was joking and gave
all kinds of respect to Pujols. A shame, really, as I think a real war
of words and a genuine villain would make tonight a hell of a lot more
fun for everyone. Can you imagine the crowd’s reaction if someone threw
some chin music Pujols’ way at the All-Star Game? And then stood on the
mound and stared him down as he dusted himself off? Oh well, a boy can
dream, can’t he?
Of course, it may be a better move to simply challenge Albert with straight fastballs, because the guy is probably gassed at this point:
Albert and Deidre Pujols awoke early Monday morning, particularly
early given the Cardinals’ 1 a.m. return from a marathon day-night
doubleheader against the Cubs in Chicago . . . He arrived home at 2
a.m. Barely nine hours later, El Hombre walked into the downtown Hyatt
as baseball’s resident rock star, commanding a legion of media, a crush
of questions in English and Spanish and acknowledgment as unofficial
centerpiece for the Derby and tonight’s All-Star Game.
I’m pretty sure Pujols has been on every single broadcast, podcast,
cut-in, setup and photo-op originating from St. Louis since yesterday
morning. Understandable, but one wonders when, if at all, he gets a
break. More than any single player on any single team, the Cardinals
live or die with Albert Pujols’ performance. One hopes for their sake
that he can get a breather before the second half of the season starts.