I can’t swear to you there will never be another Pedro Martinez. The original himself was pretty close to implausible.
The original was undersized and unimposing, until he stepped up those six inches to the top of a pitcher’s mound. It was there, in his workspace, where everything about him became larger than life. His talent, of course, but also his competitiveness, his charisma, even, when the game was done, his candor.
We overuse brilliant. Not with Pedro. Pedro was brilliant.
There may be another like him. But there was nothing before, and not a single stray clue that anything like him is on its way since.