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Thank You Jose Bautista - May I Have Another Bat Flip?


Yup, this is posted.

You know why? Because I love this. I loved the bat flip. I loved the emotion. I loved the passion. I loved the celebration. I loved THAT moment. That's everything baseball is, and in so many ways, should be moving forward.

I am so inspired, I may start flipping my pen at work after signing off on documents now.

Go ahead, call me a liberal baseball fan, or a progressive one.

Baseball needs to get over itself  with these "unwritten rules". The game is too hard not to enjoy the successful moments. And let's be quite frank, only American baseball culture endorses or lives by these stoic "behavioral" codes and suppose-to-dos.

"Jose needs to calm that down, just kind of respect the game a little more, He’s a huge role model for the younger generation that’s coming up playing this game, and I mean he’s doing stuff that kids do in Wiffle ball games and backyard baseball. It shouldn’t be done." - Sam Dyson (Pitcher who gave up "Bat Flip" Home Run)

I think Mr. Dyson forgot what made him love this game. Baseball is fun. And its full of these moments. Thanks for reminding us of that Joey Bats. A big THANK YOU for bringing those exact backyard moments we enjoyed as children to a big league field.

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