It seems the Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher is the latest to maintain the proud tradition of baseball players getting injured in new and creative ways.
Wednesday's report states Beckett has a sprained thumb that is giving him issues:
Beckett said his thumb was caught in a set of doors leading into the clubhouse about 10 days ago.
Beckett threw a bullpen session Tuesday, but said he still had trouble gripping the ball on off-speed pitches.
Beckett is hopeful to pitch after the Dodgers return from Australia. Although, there is no mention on how he plans on opening and closing doors without ending his season.
The 33-year-old with eyes on the fifth and final spot in the Dodgers rotation was obviously annoyed at the setback: "I come back from thoracic outlet syndrome and this is what I’m dealing with."
There is no mention of exactly how Beckett hurt his thumb, leaving the specifics to the imagination of a baseball contingent that has just about heard it all.
As ESPN reports, Brewers pitcher—and presumed human being with necessary awareness of the environment around him—Francisco Rodriguez stepped on a cactus, which might mean some added down time during spring training.
Jake Peavy found out recently that fishing can be a dangerous sport, cutting the index finger on his non-pitching hand.
And those are just from the 2014 edition of spring training, a perilous time for those who aren't actually playing.
ESPN mentions a couple classics as it pertains to MLB injuries. Sammy Sosa sneezing his way onto the disabled list and Marty Cordova tanning himself into injury are personal favorites.
So if we had to guess, Beckett didn't really have a choice in all of this. Really, it was just his time to suffer at the hands of comedic baseball gods that find it funny to sideline players for the silliest of reasons.
Soon, trainers will have to walk with their players like parents do with their toddlers, making sure they don't bump into anything, get their feet stuck in escalators or get their thumbs jammed in doors.
These athletes can make baseballs dance, dive and soar. Ask them to walk around off the field in their street clothes, and you are asking for trouble.
They suddenly turn into a slapstick comedy troupe with the inability to stave off random cactus attacks.
Unfortunately, for MLB players, these kinds of maladies will continue right along with the high prices of beer at concession stands.
This sport, it would seem, is cursed, fated to endure centuries of rug burns, tanning bed failures and door fiascoes.
Perhaps helmets should be worn at all times from here on out.
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