Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: The Seattle Mariners, the worst-catching franchise in modern baseball history*, draft a college catcher from Florida. He’s got some pop to his bat, comes from a Baseball Family (don’t catchers always), and scouts love the intangibles of his leadership and game-calling behind the plate. This guy is it. He’ll be the one to save us from the abject misery of watching Mr. Potato Head Draft Version IV swing through three straight curveballs in the ninth slot of the lineup each night.
I have good news, though.
Cal Raleigh is not Mike Zunino.