Baldelli needs to throw some bats into the locker room shower, but as far as I can tell he doesn't have that in him. He does some things well, but as an inspirational force he seems sorely lacking: "a man of the system, a number on a page," as a poet once said--he is that, I fear, and little more. No one on the team should feel comfortable after such a drubbing; after three games, that is, filled with town ball fielding and almost casual at bats.
Perhaps this (W.S. Henry V) is apropos:
"In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage."
Rocco, light a fire...