Baseball, like life, takes circuitous routes through history. Just when we think there is a player who can never be replaced, a new prospect comes up and becomes the face of a team. Every once in while, maybe even once in a generation; a baseball player comes around who seems to love the game and the team he plays for as much as the biggest fan. We watch him as a prospect first being called up to the Major Leagues. We watch him as he gets his first hit, his first homerun. We watch him with a certain pride when he makes the All-Star Game. We watch him make an acrobatic play that us fans can only dream of making. When he is on deck, slated to hit with the game on the line, we are happy because he is the guy you want up there. Then he gets to the batter's box, he looks down to his feet as he plants them in the dirt. Cocks his bat, swinging it like a wand above his head. He sees the pitch and we watch the ball sail over the right center field wall. He wins the game. Rounding the bases he is exuberant, fist in the air like a kid in a schoolyard game. Running with an extra step in his gait - he jumps onto home plate and his teammates swarm him… Read more link in bio #davidwright #mlb #mets #captain @mets @metsupdates @mets__reportInstagram

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