Let live Brandon Nimmo and his raw chicken

Mets soldier Brandon Nimmo had a strange week. The team-mate was scheduled to make his spring training debut on Wednesday afternoon, but was stricken from training due to a stomach injury. The cause? According to Mets Director Mickey Callaway, Nimmo made chicken and did not cook everything.

He was so proud of him that he even took a picture of the finished product and sent it to his wife. Who among us did not take a picture of our cooking creations to share proudly with our loved ones? I told Instagram of pasta that I had made last night, I just did not have to throw up afterwards.

Despite the loss of four pounds in one night, Nimmo seems to be on the road to recovery. He was back to spring training Thursday morning, with a smile on his face, to discuss with reporters his tribulations in the kitchen.

Brandon Nimmo says that he lost 4 pounds of vomit from his dinner with chicken and sweet potatoes. He confirms that he was NOT smirking while vomiting … but he can laugh at it now. pic.twitter.com/ufelZJJurq

– Anthony DiComo (@AnthonyDiComo) February 28, 2019

A decent part of the baseball world reacted to this story with a combination of joking and scorn: "What an idiot," they say, "this grown man can not cook for himself?" he in the world? " To all that I say: go back, cowards.

Listen, it's certainly not a good thing that Brandon Nimmo ate pink chicken, I'll give it to you. But at least, the guy is trying. I mean, he probably has enough money to order, eat in the restaurant every night, or even hire a chef. Instead, this brave soul has dared to try to improve his culinary skills in the difficult quest to become an independent adult, just like the rest of us. And as such, he deserves none of your ridiculous ones.

But do not believe me on my word. This is Anthony Bourdain from his book Medium Raw.

"I think the idea that the core skills in cooking are a virtue, that the ability to feed themselves and feed others competently should be taught to all young men and women as a core skill, should become as essential to growing as learning wiping one's own butt, crossing the street by oneself or being entrusted in money ".

Nimmo tries to live this ideal to the fullest, and the only way to really be comfortable in the kitchen is trial and error. Yes, the recent situation of Nimmo would fall on the "error" side of the registry, but it will be all the better by opening a restaurant one day.

Many brave Twitter warriors who mock Nimmo have probably not bought a pair of pliers for months. They are probably first names with the delivery man who comes knocking on the door of the apartment around 7 pm. every night. Too scared by the over or undercooking of a meat plate, the same people who could not tell you the difference between paprika and cumin will hide behind their keyboards by throwing "LOL" and " WTF "to my man Brandon just to try to better himself.

One last point before I leave my soap box. When something embarrassing happens to you in life, you have two choices: you can refuse to tell anyone and spend the next day wallowing in your own shame or sharing your buffoonery with d & # 39; others and give more laughter to the world. Nimmo is a male professional athlete – a demographic that tends to be very concerned about maintaining an invincible macho aura – and it would have been perfectly normal for him to tell the Mets that he had food poisoning or something like that. But no, he confessed, loaded his honesty cannon with truth bullets and outrageous facts – hilarious and endearing facts – right into our brains. And for that, we should applaud him.

Continue cooking Brandon, I can not wait to try what you whip then.