Pretty good piece by Michael Baumann over at The Ringer on everyone’s favorite rookie pitcher, Amir Garrett:
As a general rule, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not a good idea to get too attached to young pitchers. They flame out, they get hurt, they will disappoint you. But since rules are made to be broken, yÃ¢â‚¬â„¢all should know that I irrationally like Amir Garrett.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not that the rookie Reds left-hander is going to win any Cy Young awards down the line; his ceiling is probably somewhere around mid-rotation innings eater. In his first two big league startsÃ¢â‚¬Å Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬Å 12.2 innings, two earned runsÃ¢â‚¬Å Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬Å Garrett has thrown in the low 90s, and he doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have an unorthodox, eye-popping off-speed pitch, like Jharel CottonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s demon changeup. If anything, GarrettÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a refreshing change in a day and age when it seems like every top pitching prospect is a 6-foot-4 right-hander out of Dallas with a 97 mph fastball and a bastard slider. ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a billion of them because theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re grown in test tubes on a farm, and theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re all named Logan.
In fact, much of what I like about Garrett has little to do with his game. For starters, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Amir GarrettÃ¢â‚¬Â is a really great name; itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d name the outlaw-with-a-heart-of-gold protagonist in a basic cable space Western.
Read the whole thing; it’s worth your time.