Talent is an odd thing. It, more than just about anything, is dependent on context. Any parent who has ever witnessed their tiny human offspring give them an, ahem, “drawing” has witnessed this firsthand. Those “drawings” are most definitely not the result of unique talent. Every kid given a Rose Art color pencil set can produce an equivalent work. But you gladly accept it as talent because it A) comes from a place of love and B) comes from the hands of a person who literally didn’t have the ability to control their bowels mere months ago.
Cheslor Cuthbert is a window into the extreme difficulty of Major League Baseball
