and Luis Guillorme...
Talk about keeping some fine company with men who stand in the face of impending danger and try to fucking catch it with their bare hands. It's so ludicrous that his instantaneous reaction was to reach up and snag that Louisville Slugger by the handle that I think it may have been the best way for him to stand out amongst his peers during virtually meaningless spring training games. Like, hitting .400 throughout the entire month of March would actually have less people jotting down his name in their notepad than making a play from the dugout that transcends baseball. Perhaps that line of thinking is one of the many reasons that I'm not a Major League scout, but if this dude isn't at least given a cup of coffee then he has every right to kick over the fucking pot. There's no screamer up the middle that's as hard to handle as the twirling, unpredictable barrel of lumber that he nonchalantly grabbed out of mid-air like it was nothing more than a can of corn. I don't even care if that was the most productive thing he's ever done with a bat in his hands. A guy with that kind of coolness under pressure would rip an off-speed pitch out of the air before he let it drop in over the plate to seal his team's fate in the NLCS, and that would be a hilarious step in the right direction for the New York Mets.