But that's how things roll. They move along slowly — frustratingly so — and then change happens quicker than lightning. And that's how I hit. Slow, slow, slow, KAPOWIE!
I'm Francisco Álvarez, a Venezuelan catcher with the youth and prodigious strength of Bam-Bam Rubble. What's unknown is if I'll develop enough Pebbles Flintstone-like grace and elegance to stick behind the plate, and when I'll be a fixture in the Mets lineup. But what's absolutely known is that I'm going to hurt some baseballs. Good God, am I going to hurt some baseballs.
So, there it is. The gap between the known and the unknown. Who better to fill in that gap than a bunch of know-it-alls on a stupid baseball forum?
