Over at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Carroll Rogers has a Q&A with Chipper Jones. There’s some stuff in there about how he’s lost a bunch of weight and is eating better, but I can’t in good conscience say that he’s In the Best Shape of His Life. Because Jones — who has always come off as a frank, brass tacks kind of guy in interviews — knows that’s not true. He’s old for a ballplayer and he feels it every day:
I’d be lying if I said the game wasn’t really, really fast for me right now. It seems like everybody is throwing 100 mph. The pitchers’ mound gets closer to home plate whenever you’re hitting, and third base gets farther away from first base. I can remember thinking to myself a couple times running down to first base last year, I’d put my head down and I’d run. When I was 25, when I’d look up the base would be a step and a half away. Now I put my head down and I look up, I’m not even halfway there. And it’s a little deflating and a little depressing.
Jones misses a lot of time now. He’s obviously not the player he was. But he is growing old more gracefully than most guys who are fortunate enough to play baseball at age 39, simply by virtue of knowing that he’s getting up there.