Rod and John Keating: These two are the "road dawgs." Rod enjoys quiet dinners with John Keating on the road, and even defers to Keating's preferences in terms of food. I think I can guess who the dominate personality is in that bromance.
I wish Keating was my "everyday dawg" |
Mario and Ryan Field: With Rod already caught up in his own bromance, Mario was dying for one of his own. I think he's found one. He spent ample time today talking about how the Field works out in designer clothes and "looks good doing it." The Field could do nothing but shake his head and give an awkward grin. On second thought, this bromance may not be in the cards if Mario keeps pushing it on the Field. 50 texts in one day is too many Mario!
Let's work out! |
Verdiggity and Laird: I don't know what it is with these two, but there is definite bromance potential. It's obvious they have a sparring relationship. G$ is also not afraid to put JV in his place. With Verdiggity still unable to get his first MLB hit, it was G$ leading the way on the razzing. JV has even been known to speak of G$ on days that he pitches, which if you know JV, you know he doesn't talk to anyone on game day. I see these two as an Abbott and Costello type duo.
Bros don't let bros get thrown out of games |
Cabby and the Prince: These two bonded immediately when the Prince was signed. The elaborate handshake (I'm sorry, but anything more than two moves on a handshake is a dead give away that a bromance exists), the shared experience at 1st, the home run power...this is a bromance that can only be doctored by Daddy Dave Dombrowski.
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack |
Shannon Hogan and any couple in the stands that is holding hands: OK, so she's not a bro, but Shannon Hogan's over enthusiasm at anything hinting at love indicates a lady in her mid-late twenties who is DYING for someone to put a ring on it.
Maybe the photo bomb man is your Mr. Right? |
Tigerberry and AJacks: The quick 1-2 punch at the beginning of the lineup, the quick feet covering 7/9 of the outfield. And now they have a celebration ritual. True bros throw themselves into each other after a win.
BBoesch and Delmon? ... No, no, that's too crazy even for bromance standards.
I'll hit after you, but I can make it out for drinks later in New York. I have to wash my hair. |
Let's just not invite Papa Potato to live with us. Agreed. |