He had trouble answering the question. Not because it was especially difficult or remotely confrontational. It was a beach ball, floating across the plate, meant to find a home in a bleacher.
What does it feel like to be you at the plate right now?
Jesse Winker did a mental squirm. Um, ah ...
He’d just hit three home runs in a game for the second time this year. No Red had ever done that. Not Frank, not Klu, not the assembly line of Big Red Machinists. Winker, a guy labeled not long ago as a slash hitter destined to find gaps, not clear fences.