Have you ever seen a human clone?
Are you sure?
Perhaps you should go to your t.v. and find the Jays game. Playing first base for the Jays this year is a familiar face - the face of fan favourite Lyle Overbay.
But make NO MISTAKE - this man is an imposter, a clone of the man who once a doubles machine with emerging home run power, a great eye at the plate and a slick golve in the field.
The sort of player that seemed to embody the growing trend towards the smarter, more patient hitter. See more pitches, work more walks, tire out the pitcher, and get into their bullpen as quickly as possible. That's the place teams hide, as Brian Cashman said recently "failed starters", and it makes sense that those would be the guys you'd like to face.
Turning the page on the Carlos Delgado era, this was the sort of player that could keep the fans eyes towards the future. The potential to be the prototype for the first baseman of tomorrow.
It didn't turn out that way. A pitch on the back of the hand in a 2008 game broke bones, and shelved him for much of the season. And robbed him of his rythem, his timing and worst of all his power. It would be well into the next season before the confidence seemed to return but it never came all the way back. And the emerging power was now a lack of power.
Meanwhile, the first baseman of tomorrow was starting his career in Boston, turns out he can play third base too. In Toronto they were left with the sort of player that would bridge the gap until the real 1st baseman since Delgado would arrive. And that sort of player wasn't all bad.
The walks were still there, the occassional glimpses of power, and the solid, if unspectacular, defense made him the perfect bridge to tomorrow. But something has happened to that man. He may need our help.
In his place is a clone, or more specifically, proof - that a clone can never be as good as a man, and appearantly can't hit over .100. Can't lay off a ball in the dirt, inside, outside or up. Can't Hit ANYTHING. After swinging the bat so much and making so little contact there is little, appearently, for a clone to do - than watch strike three and hope it's a ball. Plenty of time to take disintrested hacks next time up.
I'm pretty sure this is some kind of terrorism. I have seen very little in the first two weeks of the season that terrifies me more than watching Lyle's imposter stroll to the plate.
It is also possible, I suppose, that this is actually Lyle Overbay. That there is simply something still wrong with his hand, or perhaps he just wants to be anywhere else in the world than in Toronto, another year behind the Yankees and Red Sox, another year closer to Brett Wallces' arrival from the minors.
I still can't see the real Overbay throwing in the towel like this, no matter how much sense a conspiracy theory might make, it just dosn't pass muster if it's reliant on a working man having no pride. Now, clones on the other hand? I think I've proved my point. Just make sure you act fast if you're hoping to get a glimpse of this thing, this truley can't go on much longer. And if you do know the whereabouts of the real Lyle Overbay don't just stand there. Help him. He is in trouble.
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