I’m headed to the ballyard for tonight’s titanic tilt — if I sound like an old-time sportswriter, it’s probably because I am an old-time sportswriter — and my plan is to write a little something about Yunel Escobar. This might not be easy, given that Mr. Escobar has been declining interviews. (Though he did speak to reporters Monday night.) But there is, in the biz, generally a workaround:
When someone doesn’t care to talk, talk to those around that someone.
And here’s what I hope to be asking: Is Escobar a bad guy or just misunderstood? Has the language barrier become an in-house issue? Is he coachable? Is he a good teammate? And, most important, who does his hair?
This seems to me a propitious time to address the Escobar Enigma — sounds like a spy novel, doesn’t it? — given that on Saturday he didn’t swing on a hit-and-run but on Monday was named the National League’s player of the week. Which is pretty much the way of all things Escobar, if you ask me. Frustrating to watch but way too productive to dump.
I am, as always, open to your suggestions. If you’ve got any questions you think I should ask, please submit them below. Can’t promise you I’ll get to pose them to the man himself, but I’ll certainly take them under advisement. And I thank you in advance.
Update: As promised (or perhaps threatened), here’s the column on Yunel Escobar. Five people are quoted, included Mr. Escobar himself.