In 2014, Logan Gilbert had a problem. The lanky 17 year old was pursuing his big league dreams, even hitting 90 mph for the first time that year. Like so many young hurlers, however, the strain was wearing him down. His own father spoke candidly to colleges and to prospective academies seeking to secure Gilbert’s training time: Logan could not throw without pain nor without significant rest between outings. The transformation from that player to the striking performer we’ve witnessed inspire Logan’s Loft and a fearsome alter ego has been incremental, but extraordinary.
I won’t make the mistake of deeming the version of Gilbert we were treated to a year ago a finished product.