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The Return Of Carlos Peguero

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Baseball is a game of subtleties. It's a coincidence that I'm talking about subtleties now after talking about subtleties in the previous post, but maybe that's what put it in my mind. Now, baseball is a game of lots of things. Baseball is a game of inches, or millimeters, or micrometers, as is cliche. Baseball is a game of poetry, baseball is a game of probability, baseball is a game of pyrotechnics. I don't know how you could explain that last one, but there's probably a way to make it work and sound convincing.

But baseball is also a game of subtleties. The differences between the best and the worst players tend to be subtle. A player who is drafted highly is sent to the minors for development instead of the majors, but by the time that player makes it to the majors, the adjustments he will have made will be subtle. The difference between a fastball and a slider is subtle. The difference between a fastball and a curveball is subtle, in a way. The knuckleball is a different beast, but then throwing a good knuckleball is just a little difference in finger position and finger pressure.

A good pitch versus a bad pitch? Subtle difference. A good stop versus a futile dive? Subtle difference. So much of baseball is subtle things, allowing for bigger, more visible things. Especially with player development and polishing. Seldom does a more polished player look markedly different from the more raw version before.

It took one plate appearance and one play in the field for us to recognize that any adjustments Carlos Peguero made in Tacoma were subtle ones.

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I'll see you on the other end of the weekend. I bet Peguero will have a dinger by then. I bet it'll be massive.