The Missouri State game started 50 minutes late, a regular occurrence this weekend. I wandered around the concourse watching Indiana State beat Evansville, and wondered which players were dreaming of the draft next month.
Who wouldn’t?
Getting drafted, like getting married, seems to be the easy part.
One Missouri State player is projected to go in the first round. He’s 21. I don’t know if he will hit curveballs in AA, where most prospects fade into obscurity.
I’m not so worried about him.
But I wonder about the 26-year-old outfielder eating cheeseburgers so he can maximize calories on his per diem. Sitting in buses and watching people in suits while he makes minimum wage playing in Toledo. He’s mired in an 0-18 slump in AAA, but maybe next month he’ll get promoted.
Sure, he got drafted. Give it up. Grow up. Settle down. Stop believing. Stop hoping.
Do that, and become a person who tells other people to quit, too.
That – I would worry about.
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