Some prefer cake. I’m a pie guy. You can have your chocolate layer, cheese, even fruit cake. Give me pie every time.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about our rebuilding preferences. And I’ve been thinking about how we arrive at them. Everyone from the national media on down weighs in on what is going on at the offices of the ballpark sitting snug against the Ohio River. I’m not talking here about the Nick Senzel service time conundrum—I’m contemplating more far-reaching matters.
I’m ruminating on the near miss of J.T. Realmuto and what that tells us about how the new regime values such things as youth, upside and future cost-control.