In August 2009, on a visit to my native New Jersey Shore, I watched the Lakewood Blue Claws win a minor-league baseball game. The Blue Claws play in Class A, which is three levels below the major leagues. The vast majority of players at that level will never make it to the majors.
But one player, the Blue Claws’ catcher, caught my eye. In the top of the sixth inning he positioned himself perfectly, received a throw, and tagged out a runner who slid directly into him. It was a smart play, and the catcher showed quick thinking and grit.
A few minutes later, in the bottom of the sixth, he lined a two-base hit and scored what turned out to be the winning run.
This kid’s good, I thought to myself. Continue reading