Corey Seager appears so utterly unflappable that Teddy Roosevelt would have loved him.
Speak softly and carry a big stick. What could better describe Seager’s play than Roosevelt’s legendary adage?
That is what made Seager’s first October so extraordinary. He was flustered.
Not by the opposing team, but by his own. He had spent one month in the major leagues. He walked into the clubhouse for the playoff opener against the New York Mets and glanced at the lineup card.
He was startled. He was batting third. No one had alerted him ahead of time.