Out on the road today, I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac, and the illustration next to it was Salvador Perez's abuelita. A little voice inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back." I thought I knew what love was. I owned Javier Baez in every league I could grab him, but what did I know? Those minor league days are gone forever. He's got to let them go! I can see you, Baez, your brown skin shinin' in the sun. You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby. And I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong. Not Giancarlo strong, but strong never the hoo! Baez's minor league numbers are eye-popping like John Lithgow in The Twilight Zone Movie -- 23 homers, 16 steals and a .260 average in only 104 games. What are you? A 35/25 guy at shortstop? Why stop there? Why not just dress up like the Sun-Maid girl and feed me shrunken grapes? What? It's my fantasy! Like Don Henley and later The Ataris sang, I grabbed Baez in every league that I could. He might not be any better than, say, Danny Santana this year, his K-rate in the minors is a little scary, and he might hit .220. Whatevs, it's an upside gamble, which I like at middle infield. I'm guessing Baez will play 2nd base, Arismendy (I still love you!) will move to center field and one of the Cubs platooners will sit. To paraphrase Harry Caray, if the moon was made of Javier Baez would cha eat it? Well, would cha? I would! Anyway, here's what else I saw yesterday in fantasy baseball:
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