Bullpen implosions and blown calls can sure suck the life out of a season, especially when the season is deemed lost from the very start.
Call me pollyanna if you must, but watching Travis Snider smash balls all around the greater Cleveland area fills me with more hope and join than the crushing losses do dread.
The power, the balls driven to the deepest parts of ball parks - it is exciting. Very, very exciting. He took two bad pitches and did bad, bad things to them. But damn if he didn't look good doing it. The swing on his home run was a true delight and example of why nerds like me get so worked up when people declare Travis Snider a bust.
Changes to his batting stance, hand position and positive mental outlook have Snider looking like Snider. Should everything go to plan he could amass a good 300 plate appearances in the second half. Not what "we" had in mind this spring but better than nothing. I begrudgingly admit 300 PAs with a decent approach and mechanically sound swing is better than 650 hacks taken in the wilderness.
Why yes, I do enjoy the delicious taste of Kool-Aid. Why do you ask?
Reuters image courtesy of Daylife.