{"id":5386,"date":"2010-10-14T00:18:22","date_gmt":"2010-10-14T04:18:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.prosebeforehos.com\/?p=5386"},"modified":"2014-02-24T13:33:48","modified_gmt":"2014-02-24T18:33:48","slug":"athlete-dying-old-chipper-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.prosebeforehos.com\/sports-editor\/10\/14\/athlete-dying-old-chipper-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"To An Athlete Dying Old – Chipper Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"
Maybe it is because he\u2019s lean, mean, and lets his weapon do the talking. Or maybe it is because TBS used to play all the Western movies on repeat. But whatever it is, I\u2019ve always thought of Chipper Jones as the Clint Eastwood of baseball. <\/p>\n
Clint Eastwood said goodbye to the West in the Oscar-winning \u201cUnforgiven\u201d. His skin is leathered over after years under the searing Western sun. His morals shot after decades of gunfights. The Man With No Name is just another weathered cowboy. \u201cI’m just a fella now,\u201d he reflects. \u201cI ain’t no different than anyone else no more.\u201d
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\nMajor league baseball is nearly as cruel. A breaking-down Chipper Jones is bidding a wistful farewell to the game. Chipper shredded his ACL fielding a groundball in Houston the wily veteran really had no business making. He watched helplessly from the dugout as the San Francisco Giants’ pitching jewels bedazzled the undermanned Braves bats and sent the only manager he’s ever known into retirement. “You’d like to think that if myself and [Martin] Prado were in the lineup, we might have accounted for a run in one of the three games that we lost,” Jones reflected. “That’s the way it rolls sometimes.” But Chipper doesn\u2019t want your pity. He doesn\u2019t want to be a distraction, and the last thing he wants is a farewell tour.<\/p>\n
The son of the South is an old 38 now. He was never a perfect man, but now the battle-scars are really showing. His mythical bat speed ain\u2019t what it used to be. His creaky hip aches chronically. His feet, leaden. Chipper doesn\u2019t crush home runs anymore. He takes his walks or sprays Texas leaguers just over the second baseman\u2019s head.<\/p>\n
But just when you think he\u2019s done. Just when you think Chipper\u2019s gone to the well one too many times, he laces a two-run gapper to left-field. Chipper trots into second, un-Velcroes his batting gloves, and cracks that crooked grin of his. And fathers across the South look over at their sons and say, there goes the greatest third basemen who ever lived. <\/p>\n
This is the west, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.<\/em> — The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance<\/p>\n Chipper Jones was always MY ATHLETE. His bat helped fuel the Atlanta Braves to an unprecedented 14 straight division titles, or Kindergarten through my Sophomore year of college. He\u2019s the one younger, chubbier me used to muddy my Nikes imitating in the backyard Georgia clay. The scowl. The gnashing bubble gum. The signature toe-tap. The swing of beauty<\/a>. (Warning: Results may vary.)<\/p>\n Younger Chipper Jones copy-catted the 1970s Los Angeles Dodgers\u2019 swings in his Florida backyard.: Steve Garvey, Davey Lopes, then he\u2019d switch to the other side of the plate for the left-handed hitters. And that\u2019s the other thing. Chipper Jones is a switch hitter. Third baseman Mike Schmidt hit more homeruns. George Brett had the higher batting average (and pine tar). But Chipper Jones is the best switch hitter in the history of the game after a fella named Mickey Mantle. <\/p>\n Now, it\u2019s true. Chicks dig the long ball:<\/p>\n