Et tu, Houdini?
I see that David Robertson is dancing on top of the fence between the force and the dark side of hardball pantalons.
I suppose it could be worse. At least he’s not pulling a David Wright.
I hated the long pants thing when it first started. But, now, I realize that it’s here to stay. No much that I can do about it.
In fact, I would be happy to trade an acceptance of long pants in baseball in exchange for making those flat-billed baseball caps (that some players have been wearing for the last five years or so) go away for good.