I love baseball. The intricacies yet the simplicity that surround the diamond is something that will always have a story behind it. A great story here in Pittsburgh was the one that Francisco Cervelli brought to and behind the plate every time he stepped out of the dugout for the Pirates. It bums the heck out of me that he’ll no longer be in black and gold.
The joy, heart, passion and gratitude he showed for the city, the fans, his teammates and his sport added an element to the Pittsburgh Pirates that no stat line will ever convey. Even with the struggles and the trades that turned to a lot of head-scratching and low attendance by the Bucco faithful, there was something electric about Cervelli’s attitude towards such a game full of analytics that brought out the best points in baseball as a game that made it pure fun to watch.
He was the beating heart to a team that way more often then not, management and ownership didn’t give a pulse to. From his post at-bat reaction to that walk-up music that stole my heart, Francisco Cervelli made me feel a part of Pittsburgh even when I lived on the other side of the state in Philadelphia. He made me a bigger fan of baseball.
And I love baseball. That’s Amore.
Get that ring with Atlanta, Cervy.
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