Initially, I kind of got a kick out of him. But he wears on me now. I feel like he’s trying much too hard to be funny or edgy or quirky or all three.
Wilson is driving what appears to be a fully equipped police cruiser, complete with a loudspeaker. He literally announces his arrival when he pulls into the Scottsdale Stadium parking lot, getting on the horn to blare, “I’m heeeere” to the group of autograph seekers lining the rail.
I read this today and my first thought was that he went from being amusing to being boorish. We get it, Brian. You’re wacky. You go on national late night talk shows and bring a teammate dressed in bondage gear. You wear a mohawk and have tattoos and a beard.
I don’t get it. I mean, I don’t dislike the guy. He’s a good pitcher and I was happy for him and his team to win the World Series. He reminds me of someone I know who is constantly telling people he’s a renegade, a rebel, a non-conformist. It’s difficult not to roll my eyes. The in your face stuff just grows old with me.
Maybe I’m just having a bad day.