On March 3, barely into Major League Baseball's exhibition season, I clicked open the home page of The Boston Globe to find a prominently-displayed article called "Getting Into a Sensitive Area," by Dan Shaughnessy.
Anyway, Beltre becomes the second consecutive Red Sox third baseman who has overcome catastrophe in the cajones (Mike Lowell conquered cancer down there several years ago). Get in touch with the Elias Sports Bureau; that has to be some kind of record.
But the really amazing thing is that Beltre, even after eviscerating his vitals, still does not wear a cup.
Now, if you're thinking that this is an issue that should really only concern Mr. Beltre, then you obviously know nothing about baseball or capitalism. Millions of fans have invested time and money into this guy already, hoping he will find a way to resurrect his drooping career and become one of the more potent bats in a lineup that has the potential to be rather anemic.
So it's safe to say that no balls will be watched more closely this summer than the ones hit toward Adrian Beltre.