Or: Twitter, a Three-Act Play.
Brett Anderson runs one of baseball's best Twitter accounts. It's funny, unfiltered, honest, and should be a blast to follow with once-and-future teammate Brandon McCarthy next year. It was on Twitter that Anderson learned he had a new number.
.@DodgerInsider @Dodgers Well now I know my number.
— Brett Anderson (@BAnderson_30) January 27, 2015
Subsequent replies tell us that Anderson has no real attachment to #30, and that he probably isn't interested in giving a Rolex to Darwin Barney. Except there is another consequence to the lack of communication between the number giver and the number wearer:
@DodgerInsider @BAnderson_30 @Dodgers - Cheaper to trade with me. I'll give you this handle for 2 opening day tickets.
— Banderson (@BAnderson_35) January 27, 2015
Oh, egg person. You are consistently the worst part of Twitter, and now you've moved on to extortion. If I were the Dodgers, I would ask for their contact details, then ban them from the ballpark after Anderson chooses another new number. He's already said he's not married to any particular jersey number.
That's just me, though. For now, just appreciate the beauty and inanity of Twitter. It really is the dumbest/best thing.
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