Baseball is still a game. Sometimes we forget that. We scream and yell for robotic perfection from players in a sport that is built on failure. Where else can you work competently at a thirty percent and be considered as one of the tops in a profession?
It is also supposed to be fun, and the Indians have had their share over the last three games in which everything has clicked. Things are good; probably unsustainable, mind you, but things are fun to watch at the moment.
But when fun meets absolute desire is mixed together, and when it comes in the form a 42 year-old fading slugger doing whatever he can to add a few points to his average in a rollicking 14-2 game of homerun derby, we can only hope that Giambi’s effort made an impression. I found that play as memorable as the litany of big-balls sprayed all over the yard. It doesn’t matter what the score is; if you put the ball in play, you need to bust your butt down that line. Effort equals the reward.
Giambi knows his career horizon a player is nearby, but he showed last night why he is on this team. Sometimes mentoring isn’t solely imparting the knowledge. He showed it by his actions, too. Sometimes the most seemingly meaningless means all that much more.