In a season where bright spots were about as visible as stars during an LA night, and in a September where silver linings were as prevalent as bigfoot, Aramís García emerged, sprouting from the decaying foliage of the franchise’s worst month.
On a team littered with middling farm talent, Septembers are, sadly, not supposed to bring the glittering shine of prospect sheen. The annual migration of the rookies signals a chance for veterans to rest, for the future 24th and 25th roster spots to be debated ad nauseam, and for precious families to be filmed as their son, brother, friend, and partner actualizes his dream for the first time, as the cowhide-laced ball dribbles past a diving shortstop for career hit number one.