“Just write some (nonsense), man,”-Lucas Duda
Duda is quickly becoming the most fascinating player on the roster. First, for his potential, particularly in the power department. More intriguingly so, for his personality.
I’ve read that he is shy, quiet, doesn’t believe in his ability, has a dry sense of humor, that he only cares about playing the game, and doesn’t think too highly of all of the other non-essential parts of being a big league player.
Let’s assume what we hear about Lucas Duda’s potential from the Met’s baseball people is true for the purpose of this post. You can debate whether or not it is a smoke screen at another time.
This means the mental aspect of playing in New York will lead to one of three things for Duda:
- He will thrive as a Met because he just doesn’t give a shit. The owners are a calamity of errors? The media hover around like a swarm of locusts and have to create news on a daily basis? Who cares. He just wants to play ball.
- He buckles due to the immense frustration of having to deal with the sheer volume of the ridiculousness that is playing professional baseball in New York City. This is one aspect of following the Mets that irritates me a bit. Things that, in the grand scheme of things, do not matter are magnified into apocalyptic levels and the players are asked repeatedly about them. This scenario has Duda hitting .225 with over 200 strikeouts leaving pro ball to coach at a high school somewhere in California.
- Duda winds up getting released or traded because he can’t handle dealing with the horse shit that Mets players have to put up with. He signs with the Brewers and winds up becoming a perennial All-Star averaging 40 homers a year driving Bernie the Brewer and all of the Brew Crew nutty with excitement.
Personally, I’m pulling for scenario #1.