The man with the generic name and soft-spoken voice is anything but coy. You can see it in the way Tim Anderson obliterates a baseball and allows his emotion to infiltrate baseball's generational stodginess. You can hear it when he talks about the game he loves to play, and when his voice picks up in excitement as he describes the dilemma he feels his chosen profession faces.
"You got to be a really big baseball fan to really watch it," Anderson says. "You can't just be like, 'All right, I'm going to go watch baseball today,' because I don't even watch it.