I don't know why Greg Bird jogged to first yesterday, after he finally put his bat on a ball and walloped a routine infield grounder. But he did his best impression of Joggy Cano, strolling down the line and savoring each step, as if that old song by Mac Davis, "Stop and Smell the Roses," was playing in his head.
My assumption is that Bird was running gingerly because his ankle is hurt, and if so, I have to ask a simple stupid fan question: Why is he playing?
Because it's April, the whole season is ahead of us, and right now, Bird looks like a Godzilla monster in Korea who is channeling the movements of a drunk Anne Hathaway - (which is actually the plot of a current movie; see? read this blog and you stay cool.)
Bird won the IT IS HIGH/Geico 2017 Grapefruit Heisman Trophy for clubbing seven homers and leading the team in hitting. Then on the first of April, he was magically replaced by his evil twin. Yesterday afternoon, Bird actually became a trending topic on Twitter, when his batting average fell to .042, a symbolic tribute to Jackie Robinson. Because he's been nursing a bad foot, the Yankees rested him for a few days, playing the Yang to his Yin, Chris Carter. (Together, they have struck out 21 times over 11 games.) It doesn't seem to have worked. Bird is still struggling, and late yesterday, he jogged out a grounder.
Listen: I'm not suggesting the kid needs to be benched, replaced or sent to Scranton. He is 1 for 26 on the season, and he'll needs 200 at bats before we start to fear the worst. But if he can't run to first, he should be resting the foot, because this is not working for anybody.
And if he just didn't run to first, because he's lost and depressed - well, he ought to have a talk with Brett Gardner. It's a long season. The Yankees need Greg Bird, the whole package.