I get it. He's got first-round pedigree. He's a blond Texan. He's got that lefty swing.
But I'm a second-rounder — you know, like George Brett and Mike Schmidt. Guys like that. And accepting that being a medium-complected guy from Florida makes me somehow less-than is just surrendering to racist bullshit. I was born in Connecticut, man. If that's not American enough for you, maybe you and your buddy Stephen Miller need to look in the mirror. The fact is that I've been around in this organization longer than Baty, and I've hit at every level of the minors.
And oh, yeah, I'm (a month) younger.
I get it. I was never gonna stick at shortstop, but let me ask you: who's the real defensive question mark — the guy who stoops down from a higher point in the defensive spectrum to play third, or the guy who was never going to be any higher? I ask you to consider that.
Some prospect rankers have been real bullish on me all along, and some have totally ignored me, while everyone has had to at least acknowledge Mr. First-Round-Guy. Whatever. I didn't care. (Who does these rankings? Stephen Miller?) I just let my bat do the talking. And it's talked. It's told you what I can do.
But it can't tell the future. Only you can. I'm not asking you to tell the whole story, mind you. Just 2024. What's in store ... for me?



