Code Name: Doyle
You may know that I’m a big fan of a certain prospect. However, if you know that you must also be aware that that prospect has had a horrific and career-threatening injury problem. Yes, him. So! There’s a superstition that if a newborn is particularly fragile, the parents hold off naming them until they’re sure the child is through the worst — to not draw the attention of evil forces that might find and harm the kid while it is vulnerable.
In that tradition, I will say nothing about the player shagging balls before games in the outfield for Tacoma. I will be calling this player Doyle. Or Code Name: Doyle, or Conan Doyle for extra confusion. If there are evil spirits, I’m sure Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, noted for his gullibility nearly as much as his writing, would be happy to talk to them. This has the added benefit that SACD is dead, and so no harm can come from him if the injury spirits swing by to kneecap hip.
You may think this is ridiculous and silly, and I would agree with you. I’m still doing it.
Small Sample Size Theater
Doyle, in seven at-bats: .429/.636/.571