There’s the rub, Horatio. You have to decide. The Reds’ front office finally decided to bring their most heralded prospect to The Show. For those who thought it should have been sooner, who viewed Senzel’s purgatory in the minors as the utmost example of theater of the absurd, who spat the words “service time” as if they were cottage cheese in their morning coffee, you could forgive had they nicknamed him “Gadot,” never to appear on that stage defined by chalk lines, third decks and endless banks of lights.
But all that is past as the prologue of Nicholas Peter Senzel’s major league career has finally begun.