The peanut is neither a pea nor a nut. Discuss.
No, seriously. Today’s news that Rocco Baldelli is hanging up his spikes for good raises an interesting question. Who has it worse?
- Rock, a guy that had all the talent to be a long-time Major Leaguer, got a taste of big league success, and then had it all ripped away;
- Moonlight Graham, a guy that had a cup of coffee in the big leagues only to watch more talented guys soak up the limelight; or
- Me, a guy that could never have had a taste of big league life (outside of my time as a PR intern).
Moonlight and I are obviously just placeholders for all the ballplayers that had a cup of coffee in the show and for all the baseball fans that never had a prayer.
I think you can make a case for all three. Rock knows the highs (remember the buzz in the park when he was a rookie? That might be the moment the tide started to turn for this club) so he knows what he will be missing out on. Moonlight and I just have to guess how good or bad it might be. On the other hand, Rock got his shot, something neither Moonlight or I ever got. (Well, in fairness, Moonlight got his shot when Ray picked him up as a hitch hiker. In fact, you could count Moonlight in Rock’s category as well since he got an AB at Ray’s farm before the brother-in-law sent Ray’s daughter off the top of the bleachers).
So, I put it you, who has it worse? Discuss.