AT FIRST, HE was a mascot, and then he was a marvel, and now, more than a decade after he first toddled into a major league clubhouse, Jackson Holliday's transformation is complete. He talks like them. He looks like them. He plays like them. And on Sunday night, when his name is called early in Major League Baseball's amateur draft, it will codify his newest identity: one of them.
He is far from the only one with a familiar surname expected to join the latest crop of big league aspirants. There is Druw Jones (No. 1 player in the class), son of Andruw.