Each time Cameron Maybin strolls toward home plate, a battle between reason and temptation is being waged. While he steadies his stance, he reminds himself where he wants to hit the ball: between second base and the second baseman, safely up the middle.
“But my subconscious,” Maybin said, inching close and intensifying his voice, “that little guy, he’s like, ‘Well, what if he hangs a slider? You could get him.’ ”
Reason tells him that if he tries to go deep he’ll probably swing at a poor pitch, fly out and be angry at himself for half an hour.