Pedro Martinez

Watching Pedro pitch effectively and efficiently in the 5th inning here in game 2, I don't think I'm alone in saying I can't get enough of this guy. Pedro's unquestionably one of the greatest to ever play the game and, some may argue, the very best while in his prime, but I'm not here to debate that. What's important is we remind ourselves how happy we are to have Pedro's Professor Xavier-esque cerebral control over batters, his gamesmanship, and most importantly, his absurd fashion sense.


Now, I won't claim to be a particularly adept fashion critic, but seriously, what the fuck is Pedro wearing here? Maybe it all makes sense: the Ed Hardy t-shirt (and long-sleeve shirt??) is pretty much the uniform for the party-guy with an ethnic heritage; the flares because he's Latino; and the man-purse and pointy leather shoes because he's not American. This, of course, is to say nothing of the fact that he may be the last living person wearing jheri curls.

But the man can't be reduced to his style when he sports out of the game's most outsized, candid, and hilarious personalities:



Was Pedro always 188? Um, maybe not...