Survival of the fittest drives natural selection. The mechanisms evolved decide whether your particular branch of a species flourishes or fails. Over the years, this has led to mimicry in butterflies, symbiosis between birds and crocodiles and Kirk Gibson. However, humanity has done itself a disservice in the past decade in its continued attempt to thwart survival of the fittest.
At the birth of our nation, we had this:
And just in case the story couldn’t get more bizarre, the woman in the video is now suing the mall.
I’m pretty sure Samuel Whittemore didn’t sue the British soldiers who bayoneted him. In fact, I’m betting he slapped on a few bandages before hopping on a velociraptor to go help his buddy, George Washington.
Albert Pujols has played just nine Major League seasons and in each and every one of them he’s hit over 30 homeruns, collected more than 100 RBI and batted over .300. Those aren’t just good numbers, folks. Those are astronomical numbers.
And this is his best year yet.
I think it’s time we stop referring to Albert Pujols as the future Hall of Famer that he is — because let’s face it, if the man’s career ends today he’ll be a first ballot lock* — and start acknowledging that he is indeed one of the greatest players to ever play the game, all-time, in the history of the game.
In our present game, today, right this second, we are witnessing a rare and genuine paragon of baseball supremacy.
Stop — and — think — about — that.
My Dad saw Gibson.
My Grandpa saw Musial.
And Albert will trump them both.
By a long shot.
I know it’s hard to understand while it’s happening. I realize that, in most cases, we do not realize what great feats we are witnessing firsthand until it’s too late, until our heroes are lifted in the 7th for defensive replacements, until they’re embarking on sappy, over-produced farewell tours.
But right now we all have the opportunity to savor the greatness, to take it all in, to let it move us.
Great presidents abound in Franklin D. Roosevelt and George Washington; but there is only one Abraham Lincoln.
Sure, Metallica is great and all but there’s only one Pink Floyd.
And yes. There is only one Albert Pujols.
Don’t hate me. ‘Cuz I’m right.
*As one reader pointed out, a player needs 10 years in the Majors before being eligible; consider my phrase a simple bout of hyperbole