And down goes Lester!! Down goes Lester!!
Owwwww, my wittle knee hurts...
Are you crying??? There's no crying in baseball!!
You gotta love the intangibles Varitek brings to the meeting here.
Everybody else is checking to see if Lester can even walk
and he's still in his crouch, putting down signs and getting ready for the next pitch. That's why he wears the "C."
Why the fuck is the umpire checking out his ass?
What Tim Kurjian wouldn't give to switch places with that ump...
I bet Lester wishes he still had cancer right about now...
OK, Jon, here we go. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
Nevermind the fact that you may have just shattered your kneecap, just walk down the stairs to test it out.
I mean, there's only 5 or 6 of us here with you.
What are we supposed to do? Carry you?
Why the fuck is David Ortiz following him down the stairs?
What medical advice could he possibly offer?
Ortiz- "Here Jonnie, jus' take a few of deez peells an' dreenk dis protein shake, meng."
Lester- "Get the fuck away from me, Papi."
Introducing the Terry Francona:
"We Are Completely Fucked If Lester Is Hurt" Face.
If I could have a mask of this exact picture made and go as Francona for Halloween, I would.
I only wish I got a good shot of Beckett when they put the cameras on him.
His "Oh Fuck" face was even better than Francona's.
The good news is the Yankees spanked Lester before he took the liner, and the bad news is that X-Rays were negative and right now it's being treated as only a contusion. But judging by the way the Red Sox training staff handled getting him off the field by making him walk and then hobble down a flight of stairs, I'd say there's a good chance they mismanage Lester's treatment and this injury lingers for the remainder of the regular season and into the postseason, which will just make the Yanks' road to the World Series that much easier.
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