Mitch Moreland hit his 20th home run of the season this week. Which saddens me a little. And no, I'm very happy for Moreland, but sad for myself, sad for Mitch Moreland becoming yet another faceless, formless 20+ HR first baseman.
There is something beautiful in the spectacularly average, something that's very compelling about watching a professional baseball player getting paid to compete, perhaps finding some success, but never quite measuring up. And none of that is supposed to be an insult, by the way. Players like Mitch Moreland, just by reaching the Major Leagues, or, hell, any affiliated ball, have already won the genetic lottery and gone to the gym more times by the time they're twenty than I will my entire life. They are the athletic ideal of the American dream, manifesting their own destiny when given the smallest of opportunities.
That is Mitch Moreland.
Drafted in the 17th round of the 2007 draft (only 14.4% of players drafted after the tenth ...