When the Yankees first began informing us that their latest international signee, Jason Dominguez, " is already as good as Mike trout," I had a revelation.
Wearing, one Sunday morning, my full "Dragonfly Man" garb, I saw this message in the mirror: "it isn't Jason, it is Jessica."
This is not a message intended to be demeaning to women. It is a message to suggest that Jason will play more like "Jessica" than Mike Trout. And there are, as yet, no " Jessica's" in MLB.
And now we hear tales off over-eating, during the pandemic. Lord knows I have done so. I consumed more than 400,000 chocolate covered ants watching the Cowboys lose to the Niners. And loved every morsel.
So Jason has turned to triple cheese-burgers and large fries? Accompanied by a quart-sized Grape soda? So what? He is a rich teenager. And he is a chubby .256 hitter against high school level pitching. The focus this season will be on his diet and not his inability to play the game. All diversions are protective of a stupid front office.
Here is the takeaway for today; The Yankees confidence in this young person is why the Yankees can't win a play-in game. They think band-aids will heal their hernia.
Let it be said, because things need to be said, that " I was among the first" ( probably the very first ) to predict that we did not have a new baseball sensation on our hands.
My " Jessica" is no Mike Trout. Probably not even a Florial.
Most likely, just another Koi for the big pond.
Another fat swimmer with interesting coloration.