So here they are, reasonably hoping a better, not-batting-ninth, backstopping future is on the horizon with Fernando Álvarez, Kevin Parada, and possibly others. It could arrive tomorrow, possibly later, possibly well later, and possibly not at all. But rather than pushing it further down the road by going big this time, they replaced their transitional figure with another transitional figure. And that's where I come in. I'm Omar Narváez.
Like McCann, my career has had a few bright spots, my defense has been a feature (at least in recent years), but there probably ain't a lot of kids that are excited when my card appears in their pack o' Topps. But I'm Venezuelan, a respected vet, and hopefully I can impart some wisdom to the more talented youngsters while squeezing what's left out of my lesser — but perhaps more fully realized — talent in my own person.
I don't know what's coming of that. Everything might go silky smooth, or you might be looking up how to say McCann in Venezuelan by mid-May. I just don't know. But you might.
