Orlando Arcia was going to be the Brewers shortstop of the future, a wizard on defense with any offense as an added bonus. And the scouting report didn’t lie. He has been fun to watch, a highlight reel, an all-star caliber SS with a great first step, tremendous range and a bullet for an arm.
He also hit .277 with 15 home runs last year, and maybe most importantly he learned how to go with the pitch, hit the ball to the opposite field, advance runners, and what not. He quickly became a leader in the dugout as well, organizing home run celebrations – a tunnel of high fives. Things were looking bright.
He musta been thinking…
shit, i can do this…..i can hit and field in the big leagues. i’m here. i made it. this is easy at times. I’m hitting close to .300……yeh, I’m the shit. I always was and always will be.
Then this year, his bat went dead. He slipped below the Mendoza line, way below it. A few days ago, the Brewers sent him down to AAA Colorado Springs for a second time this season.
Orlando is not very big but he uses a big bat. I swear it looks like he’s holding a broomstick. He has a big loopy swing. I’m not going to analyze what’s gone wrong. I’m no hitting instructor. I can barely tie my shoes. But I wonder what it feels like being sent down after having so much success.