ANGST-INDUCING MATERIAL AHEAD YOU ARE WARNED.
Bigass AP photos from the conference introducing Tim Hudson for Atlanta today. (1, 2; thanks to ghostrunner for the heads-up.)
Yes, I know, that shirt is painful, and that tie is spasm-inducing. Somebody is from the South, hunh? I would make fun of how there are probably, like, barbecue stains somewhere on that tie and it staying because nobody could figure out where the stain was, but man, in that picture where Hudson is pulling on the Braves cap, he looks like he is about one word away from busting out in tears all over the podium.
The entirety of the press conference is linked-to here, and oh man. Yeah, I know some of you guys have busted speakers and whatever, but Hudson doesn't say anything much. Just the usual lines about being excited for new situations and new chances and winning franchises. All you have to do to get the full aural experience of it is to 1) imagine that Hudson is delivering them in a completely unenthusiastic monotone and that 2) realize that every time he says something about "meeting the new guys" or "making changes" or, like, the word "the," he gets kinda quavery up and has to stop talking for a little bit.
When he says, of wearing a Braves uniform, "It's a dream come true for me," his voice kinda trails off and he zones into space for a second, looking absolutely blank, before he gets himself under control. He finishes up the sentence a little bit later, though. In fact, he gets along fine until about fifteen seconds later when he says, "It's the first time we've had to deal with something like this, so obvious, obviously there's a lot of sadness."
And he gets choked up again and tries to swallow it away. You can hear it on the mike. Afterwards, it takes him a second or so to remember what, exactly, he's getting excited about.
Oh, Hudson, Hudson, Hudson. Schuerholz may be calling you "Timmy," and Cox may be putting his hand on your shoulder, and a lot of people may be revving up to bring the hate now that you're talking about being a freshman in high school and dancing around your living room, doing the Tomahawk Chop, but I love you. I love how you are finding about optional practices at your press conference, and oh, hearing you talk again and again about doing what you can to fit in with your new team.
It is heartbreaking, and maybe it say something shitty about me that I have so much sympathy for a guy who, by all rights, has it all and then some, but it nevertheless makes me love you so much.
Yes, I know, that shirt is painful, and that tie is spasm-inducing. Somebody is from the South, hunh? I would make fun of how there are probably, like, barbecue stains somewhere on that tie and it staying because nobody could figure out where the stain was, but man, in that picture where Hudson is pulling on the Braves cap, he looks like he is about one word away from busting out in tears all over the podium.
The entirety of the press conference is linked-to here, and oh man. Yeah, I know some of you guys have busted speakers and whatever, but Hudson doesn't say anything much. Just the usual lines about being excited for new situations and new chances and winning franchises. All you have to do to get the full aural experience of it is to 1) imagine that Hudson is delivering them in a completely unenthusiastic monotone and that 2) realize that every time he says something about "meeting the new guys" or "making changes" or, like, the word "the," he gets kinda quavery up and has to stop talking for a little bit.
When he says, of wearing a Braves uniform, "It's a dream come true for me," his voice kinda trails off and he zones into space for a second, looking absolutely blank, before he gets himself under control. He finishes up the sentence a little bit later, though. In fact, he gets along fine until about fifteen seconds later when he says, "It's the first time we've had to deal with something like this, so obvious, obviously there's a lot of sadness."
And he gets choked up again and tries to swallow it away. You can hear it on the mike. Afterwards, it takes him a second or so to remember what, exactly, he's getting excited about.
Oh, Hudson, Hudson, Hudson. Schuerholz may be calling you "Timmy," and Cox may be putting his hand on your shoulder, and a lot of people may be revving up to bring the hate now that you're talking about being a freshman in high school and dancing around your living room, doing the Tomahawk Chop, but I love you. I love how you are finding about optional practices at your press conference, and oh, hearing you talk again and again about doing what you can to fit in with your new team.
It is heartbreaking, and maybe it say something shitty about me that I have so much sympathy for a guy who, by all rights, has it all and then some, but it nevertheless makes me love you so much.