Okay, so I gotta talk about this dude, Francisco Lindor. Man, this guy is supposed to be some hotshot shortstop, right? But lately, it’s like watching a train wreck every time he steps up to the plate. I was so hyped when the Mets got him. I really thought he was the missing piece, you know? Like, this was the guy who was gonna lead us to the promised land. I even bought his jersey!
I started following his games like a hawk, all excited. Initially, he did show some flashes of brilliance, some slick fielding, and even a few clutch hits. Got my hopes up, I admit. I spent hours watching games, even stayed up late for those West Coast games. My buddies and I, we were all in, debating his stats, his swing, everything.
But then, something started to shift. I noticed he was striking out more. Like, a LOT more. I started tracking his batting average, and let me tell you, it was not pretty. I even made a spreadsheet, yeah, a freaking spreadsheet, to track his performance. I mean, I really wanted to believe he was just in a slump. I kept telling myself, “He’ll bounce back. He’s too good not to.”
The Downward Spiral
- Strikeouts galore: It felt like every other at-bat ended with him walking back to the dugout, head down.
- Pop-ups for days: Even when he did make contact, it was weak. Routine fly balls that any Little Leaguer could catch.
- Grounding into double plays: Just killing any momentum we had. It was brutal.
I kept at it, though, tracking his every move, hoping for a turnaround. I even started watching videos, trying to analyze his swing, comparing it to his older games. I was obsessed, I guess. I just couldn’t understand how a player of his caliber could fall so far.
It got to the point where my friends started making fun of me. “Still believe in Lindor?” they’d ask, with that smug look on their faces. It was rough, man. But I kept the faith, for a while anyway. I mean, the Mets were paying him a fortune, he had to turn it around, right?
Eventually, I had to face the music. My spreadsheet was just a sea of red. The videos I was watching just made me more depressed. The reality is, he just isn’t the same player anymore. It is sad to say, but Francisco Lindor sucks.
I still watch the games, but it’s different now. That initial excitement is gone, replaced by a sense of disappointment. I guess that’s just the way it goes sometimes. But man, it’s tough to see your heroes fall.
