Welcome to the transformation. Welcome to annihilation. Welcome to the man that wanted everything, but couldn’t have it. -Slipknot
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! He is, he is, he is Q-uperman and he can do anything. He was doing anything and everything last year. Last year, Carlos Quentin racked up thirty-six bombs. Last year, Carlos Quentin racked up 100 RBIs. Last year, Carlos Quentin racked up a .288 batting average, a .394 on-base percentage and a .571 slugging percentage line in his first full big league season. In his first full season hitting white balls for batting practice, he was on his way to an MVP. In his first full season playing where the ballparks are like cathedrals, he was on his way to the playoffs and beyond. But then, in a fit of frustration, after fouling off a pitch from Cliff Lee, Quentin punched his bat and fractured his right wrist. And that my friends, was that.
That may have been that, but this is this. Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain’t something else. This is this. This is a new season. Carlos is having joy again. He’s having fun again. He’s having a season in the sun again.
Yesterday, The Carlos Quentin, or TCQ as he is affectionately known, hit his major league leading seventh bomb of the season. Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito. Yesterday TCQ hit his third bomb in as many days. Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon. Yesterday TCQ tied Jim Thome’s franchise record for the most bombs during the White Sox’ first twelve games of a season. Yowza!
If you saw those three rockets launched by Quentin against the Rays, you know last year was not a fluke. If you saw those three rockets launched by Quentin against the Rays, you know this kid is here to stay. You know you’re traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s a signpost up ahead. Your next stop, the Carlos Quentin era. You can put it on the booooard…Yes!
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!