And I thought it was impressive that Javy Baez was so creative with his tags during the Cubs' playoff run that it became my main takeaway from a World Series Championship that was 108 years in the making. Forget one of the most unforgettable Game 7's of all time and the success of Chicago's abundance of young bats, because the patently ridiculous ways in which their eccentric infielder slapped the leather down on overanxious base runners was the thing that will forever stick out the most in my mind.
Turns out we ain't seen nothing yet, because apparently Javy Baez has taken it upon himself to turn every attempted attempted stolen base into his own personal stealing of the show. I mean, if he can flip the most run-of-the-mill throw-out into something that's worthy of shock and awe then what tag can't he put his own spin on? Nelson Cruz was out by a full city block, and everyone is still sitting here stunned by the move that had him sent back to the dugout. A no-look swipe while prematurely celebrating? This dude is turning pressure-packed timing plays in a sport that prides itself on it's joylessness into excessive displays of showmanship that we haven't seen since the 'And 1' Mixtape Tour. I'm half surprised the MLB hasn't come down on him for compromising the integrity of the game by making it more watchable. He keeps drawing attention to himself by regularly doing things that have never been done before and he'll have to turn down the volume on his cell phone when he receives the sternest of voicemails fromGoose Gossage.