Greg Bird stepped up for his second at-bat and slapped a clean single. As he reached base, fans got what they were waiting for: the finger guns. The review didn’t hold back. The form was stiff, basic, and lacked any flair. No shake, no rhythm. The movement was tight and serious, almost threatening. It felt more like someone checking a box than celebrating a moment. Still, there’s recognition that Bird might be holding back for now. Maybe he’s easing into it, or he doesn’t feel like he’s earned a big show yet.
Despite the underwhelming execution, it’s hard to knock Bird too much. He was all smiles, clearly enjoying the moment, which made the gesture feel more honest than forced. Add in the weird, funny detail that this is exactly the kind of finger gun you’d expect from a guy with a hairless cat, and it somehow fits his energy. Final score: 6.3 out of 10, with hope that he’s just getting started.