Persist with me right here.
Yesterday, my timeline was inundated with Willson Contreras information.
Although I haven’t watched a Cubs recreation all season — an actual departure from the remainder of my life — it was unattainable to overlook nor was it doable to disregard my emotions about Willson.
He possible performed his final residence recreation for the Cubs yesterday, which clearly meant so much to him. Willson homered in his first AB as a Cub in that championship season of 2016, and proceeded to be the heartbeat in addition to considered one of baseball’s greatest catchers for the following seven years.
In fact, his power wasn’t all the time appreciated by his supervisor as a result of David Ross is A) a blithering moron and B) realized that Contreras wasn’t white so he wasn’t allowed to inform different gamers to not loaf it, apparently. No matter. You couldn’t watch Contreras and never be taken in by him, one way or the other protecting his ardour and power up each recreation behind the plate by grueling summers.
Anyway, Conteras is the final place participant standing from that 2016 workforce that made all our desires come true. Solely Kyle Hendricks stays on the pitching workers.
And why was Contreras in tears and issuing his goodbyes to teammates and followers alike? No, he’s not retiring. No, he doesn’t play on some slapdick tiny market workforce that merely can’t hope to compete for championships, although the Cubs would definitely prefer to be and act like one.
No, Contreras’ sin is that he desires to be paid pretty for his work, and the Cubs have no real interest in that. So by Tuesday, he’ll be shipped off for a group of eighth graders that may have a gaggle of Stockholm Syndrome-stricken bloggers flapping over regardless of the fuck a 70 hit device is. As a result of grading on a 100-point scale was apparently not assholic sufficient. Additionally, prospects don’t simply “hit,” they’ve a “hit device.” I bought a device for ya.