Oh, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro ....
From this morning's New York Times:
He is planting. He is pruning. He is talking to his tulips. "What about you, beauty?" he will ask in language rarely, if ever, heard on a baseball field. "Aren't you going to grow up to be so pretty?"
"His heart is really connected to God and nature brings him closer to that, which is something I'm learning, too," said [his wife]. "After he talks to his plants, you can really see them perk up. Really, you do."
Sigh. It was so much easier when he was just chilling with little people. Actually, now that we think about it, that time he told the little guy "aren't you going to grow up to be so pretty?" seems slightly more creepy now. And it was pretty creepy then.
Off Mound, Mets' Ace Loosens Up In His Garden [New York Times]