According to Betts, his early struggles meant only one thing: it was time for him to reconnect with his Twitter family to spread some love.
Some MLB stars shy away from their haters, detractors and trolls. Betts is not one of those players. Instead, he opted to open up his Twitter doors on Thursday morning and read the replies, which were mostly full of encouraging Dodgers fans.
A few seedy characters did show up, though, most of them from Boston, Framingham, or Charlestown.
Betts invited any and all kind of discourse during his Twitter session, and opted to respond to several fans from his former home to extend an olive branch.
Or, you know, to laugh in their faces about well he’s doing now.
Dodgers’ Mookie Betts responded to Red Sox fans and haters
Just because Betts is off to a slow start doesn’t mean he has to give back his 2020 World Series ring. It also doesn’t mean he’ll be forced to sacrifice a single dollar of his mega-contract, which outpaced the Red Sox comparatively wimpy offer by about $100 million.
If you don’t think Betts is on the phone to Xander Bogaerts and Rafael Devers to talk them through their extremely similar negotiations, too, then you don’t know Betts.
Another Bostonian in the replies? Another classic Betts GIF.
You think Mookie got less cool when he left Boston?
What do you think is cool? Muscle tees? Distressed chinos? C’mon, now.
For some reason or another, a Mets fan who thinks Jacob deGrom and his 77 wins/198 career starts belongs in the Hall of Fame decided to hop into the replies to tell Betts he was washed.
Betts killed him with kindness.
That’s what stood out most about this Twitter party. Betts lightly jabbed the Bostonians in the mix, but to most of the aggrieved men (all men, always men) who hopped in to claim his career was on the downswing, he was extremely kind and showed a level of love that didn’t match what he was dealing with.
Why? Because what are trolls subtly begging for, after all?
Twitter would be a better place if everyone was Mookie Betts.
Well, Mookie Betts and a few Bostonians he could randomly stomp on every few days when he was bored. That’d be ideal, actually.