Johnny Cueto Going With The All-Or-Nothing Happy Gilmore Swing Has Me In My Feelings
The look on Johnny’s face here is a look I’ve had on mine many, many times. It’s the look a man has when he knows he’s fucked up, and fucked up in tremendous fashion. It’s taking a bite into a slice of pizza that looks like it’s the temperature equivalent of a thousand suns, it’s trying to get into another lane without checking your blind spot, and it’s taking that one last shot at the bar for the “walk home.”
But that’s not the point here, the point is that Johnny thought this was legitimately good idea, and he followed through with it. If you were to ask me if I watched Johnny try to Happy Gilmore a ball, I’d naturally assume he blasted it straight into orbit. You live and you learn.
J.K. Rowling once said “It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.”
Johnny Cueto is alive. Johnny Cueto did not fail us. He gave us 100% when he was in Cincinnati, and he gave us 100% with that swing, and that’s what I miss about him in a Reds uniform the most. Love you Johnny, please call back.