If you want to know the surreal feeling of reading a feature on Jonathan Broxton that isn’t shrouded in mystery, disappointment and skepticism, then saddle up for Dick Kaegel’s piece on the Royals’ new reliever at MLB.com.
Think, for example, how differently this paragraph would read if written by the Los Angeles press:
… Broxton got to some wonderful places with the Dodgers. He reached the postseason three times and it was his perfect ninth inning against the Chicago Cubs in 2008 that put LA in the National League Championship Series for the first time in 20 years. Twice he was named to the All-Star team and his save clinched the NL’s 3-1 win in 2010 in Anaheim. …
Of course, ignoring Broxton’s postseason disappointments is just as flawed as ignoring his successes always was, but my main point is just how different it feels to read a Broxton story that isn’t cloaked in depression, disgust or defensiveness. I, for one, could use the reboot.
And no matter your feelings on Broxton, the story’s ending should put a smile on your face.
… When Broxton finished his “B” game outing on Sunday, he did some running and then stopped to gather up his son Brooks in his arms. Broxton and wife Elizabeth just had a second boy, Blaine, on Feb. 1 so Brooks is the only ballplayer at the moment.
“My son’s probably going to fall right in my footsteps,” Broxton said. “He’s 2 and I can pitch to him right now and he can hit. It’s pretty awesome to watch, especially knowing it’s your kid out there and the ball’s not just sitting on a tee. You can actually move the ball around and he’ll hit it. It’s just pretty amazing to watch.”