First of all, it's crazy to me that Wilson received multiple photos of a televised image of Blake on his cell phone. Just further proof, I guess, that technology doesn't strengthen human interconnectivity...it just makes us all feel paranoid, threatened and alone. Admittedly, Casey looks like a total leering goon in the above image, but we all have our moments of weakness. Here's his official statement:
Is there any better word on which to end any statement than "whatever?" Casey Blake just can't be bothered to give a shit.
I'm not here to disrespect anybody on a personal level. Had I or anybody known that it was a religious deal or honored his father, I mean obviously you're not going to mock that or disrespect that in any regard. All the other teams see after a victory or after a save, he does it. Not knowing what it's about, you just see that. I didn't know what it was about. I did it back. I didn't really do it back to him. I did it in the dugout. Should I have done it? Probably not. It was kind of uncharacteristic of me.
I was excited. I was supposed to have the day off. I came in and had a big homer. I was excited. I got out of my box a little bit. Apparently they got real upset over it. Whatever.
Here he is getting a high five from Matt Kemp after his home run in tonight's game against the Phillies. It was his 7th of the year, putting him at the top of the Dodgers' home run leader board.
Yes, Casey Blake has now hit more home runs than Manny Ramirez. Mind boggling, I know.
Still, I feel less onboard the Blake bandwagon than I did last week. I really wanted to believe that Casey was some sort of down home, wholesome-hearted, bearded saint and that no jerkishness could possibly come from Iowa.
But, of course it can. Whatever.