Donald Trump isn’t having a great day.
On the morning when the United Kingdom and the world is reeling from the shocking and implication-heavy Brexit vote, Trump is in Scotland (a) fundamentally misunderstanding how people in Scotland feel about it all; (b) acting as if the event has no bearing on the world or foreign relations; and (c) talking about how, whatever this amounts to, all of this financial and political turmoil will be great for his golf resort.
Take that for what you will, but I’ll look at it optimistically. I mean, that Trump is manifestly unqualified and unsuitable for the office of the Presidency is something most people already agree on. Kudos to him, however, for continuing to make that case in an effort win over the remaining holdouts with respect to that point.
In other news, we do have some baseball-related Trump stuff. Yesterday the Washington Post produced a huge feature on Trump the man and Trump the boy. Part of that involved his youth baseball prowess, which has been said by many to have been pretty considerable. So considerable that the sixth graders in 1950s New York were giving him the David Ortiz treatment:
By sixth grade, Donald’s power as a right-handed hitter was enough that fielders shifted to left field when he batted. “If he had hit the ball to right, he could’ve had a home run because no one was there,” said Nicholas Kass, a schoolmate. “But he always wanted to hit the ball through people. He wanted to overpower them.”
My feelings about Trump notwithstanding, I’m with The Young Donald here. Shifts take away singles, not dingers and doubles to the gap. Maybe you try to push one past the pitcher and over toward second base to keep them honest on occasion, but play your game, not theirs. Hit the ball over the head of the shifted defense and tell them where to stick that noise.
Not that everything he did in baseball was laudable:
A catcher, Trump’s uniform was often the dirtiest on the field, and he shrugged off foul balls clanging off his mask. After once making an out, Donald smashed neighbor Jeff Bier’s Adirondack bat on the pavement. The bat cracked, Bier said, but Trump did not apologize.
I can imagine a 12 year-old Trump promising that he’d break Jeff Bier’s bat and make HIM pay for it, all to the whooping of an adoring crowd. When asked why he’d do that, he’d point to his batting average, say that he was very successful and that should be enough of a justification for anything he says and does.