By now, your humble narrator’s personal affinity for Atlanta Braves third baseman Adonis Garcia is well-documented.
He fled Castro’s Cuba, was kidnapped and held at gunpoint, spent 10 days in jail trying to sneak into Mexico, and overcame his 5-9 height to become a tater-mashing folk hero in certain sections of Braves country (that section often being my house, where we spray an adult beverage Stone Cold Steve Austin-style after each Adonis homer).
And so believe me when I say that Adonis Garcia is just about league-average at best.