By Jason Klein
Honestly, why would you ever sit down in the first place?
There’s no time to relax between each one of Aaron Judge’s majestic blasts. They fly out of stadiums at a record pace, travel record distances and leave me sounding like, well, a broken record.
“He hit another one last night,” is the first thing I say to my wife every single morning.
Forget Groundhog Day. We’re all living Judgement Day over and over again.
Through 60 games, Judge is hitting .341 with 22 HR and 49 RBI. It’s a small sample, but he’s showing no signs of laying down his gavel. His at-bats are can’t-miss events, he comes up with a game-defining hit almost every night and he hears “MVP” chants…on the road!
Oh, and let the record show, Your Honor is a 6 foot, 7 inch, 25 year-old rookie!
It’s Judge’s courtroom. We’re all witnesses.
Yup, Number 99 is everywhere: the front of Sports Illustrated, the middle of the Yankees’ line up, the back of fans’ jerseys and the top of prominent AL statistical categories, including HR, batting average and runs scored.
He is impressive on the field and poised off of it. He handles the bright lights of New York with ease and deflects all adulation on to his teammates.
He tells you that he doesn’t pay attention to his individual accomplishments. Instead, he only focusses on winning games. For twenty years, Derek Jeter said the same thing. I always believed him. Now, I believe Judge.
Like Jeter, Judge has a good head, and a great bat, resting firmly on his shoulders. His teammates respect him and fans adore him. Is it possible the Yankees found their future Captain? Do my two young daughters have their own Jeter to look up to…and grow up with?
There’s plenty of time to figure it out.
No time to sit down, though.
Judge is walking to the plate.
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