Maybe that's how it is when a person is so much better than everyone else, does everything so easily, that he has to be careful to keep his mug out of view. Why rub it in? Yes, he can hit .379, but he's an idiot like the rest of us. He can even belch the alphabet (so he says). Whatever distance his talents create, his shambling attitude destroys. "You know," says Angela, "he's not even that messy a guy. I know about his nickname, but you should see his closet. Not that he's anal about it, but his clothes are all color-coordinated."
Dirtbag's closet? The guy with the sock around his head, who doesn't particularly care if he's MVP again, the one we see gossiping with fans in rightfield? It all makes you wonder. Color-coordinated? What if he cares about this stuff after all, and we just don't know?