Twenty-One Prediction Fun: Jeurys Familia
Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 11:19 am
For all the embarrassing and unprofessional and downright toxic coddling of closers' egos, I may be one of the better object lessons in support of it.
I'm Jeurys Familia, and I was a supporting player in the Mets' bullpen and I pitched to suit. Folks liked my stuff, but I wasn't blowing minds any more than, say, Carlos Torres or Vic Fuckin' Black. Buddy Carlyle and Dana Eveland were getting it done back then too.
But then Jenrry Mejia got stupid and I stepped into the closer's role, and holy shit, was I the man. For two years there, my slider had enough bite to make lefties corkscrew upon themeselves, my four-seamer had tail, and my splitter was a like a fastball with a changeup drop. I was poison. I was totally the man.
But the Mets lacked other men, and so they traded me to another team in the midst of a pennant race, and since then, I'm just another reliever. I sometimes get it done, sometimes don't, and if I'm not hitting my spots, I'm not succeeding, because my shit is isn't as baffling anymore. I've been fluctuating in weight classes, I make sad faces, and I wonder what my future is.
But somewhere in there, I'm still that guy. If you would perhaps coddle me again, you may find out. For now, I need to find out. My past is but prologue. What does my future hold?
I'm Jeurys Familia, and I was a supporting player in the Mets' bullpen and I pitched to suit. Folks liked my stuff, but I wasn't blowing minds any more than, say, Carlos Torres or Vic Fuckin' Black. Buddy Carlyle and Dana Eveland were getting it done back then too.
But then Jenrry Mejia got stupid and I stepped into the closer's role, and holy shit, was I the man. For two years there, my slider had enough bite to make lefties corkscrew upon themeselves, my four-seamer had tail, and my splitter was a like a fastball with a changeup drop. I was poison. I was totally the man.
But the Mets lacked other men, and so they traded me to another team in the midst of a pennant race, and since then, I'm just another reliever. I sometimes get it done, sometimes don't, and if I'm not hitting my spots, I'm not succeeding, because my shit is isn't as baffling anymore. I've been fluctuating in weight classes, I make sad faces, and I wonder what my future is.
But somewhere in there, I'm still that guy. If you would perhaps coddle me again, you may find out. For now, I need to find out. My past is but prologue. What does my future hold?