Let me preface this by saying that if you have not yet read Grant’s love letter to Andres Torres over at McCovey Chronicles, go ahead and do so. And while you’re at it, watch these Torres videos.
Anyway, I’d be remiss if I didn’t pay my own tribute to Torres, as he’s a personal favorite of mine. So here goes…
Torres, at his best, could do just about everything. He could hit the ball with astounding authority; he could cover exceptional range in the outfield; he could put up patient, quality at-bats; and he was a force on the basepaths. He was not only capable of impacting the game in many different ways, but he was great at it.
In 2010, he was one of the best players in the National League. Out of nowhere. He had overcome a hell of a lot to get to where he was (surely you’ve heard his story by now), and somehow managed to realize his potential. He was, in essence, the manifestation of that beautiful aspect of unpredictability in baseball.
Without Torres, the Giants don’t win the World Series in 2010. They don’t make the playoffs, either. And they don’t even come close. In addition, without Torres, we’re all subjected to much more of Aaron Rowand’s insufferable bat-wagging than we can take.
Incredible story, incredible perseverance, and incredible talent. He was Ryan Vogelsong before Ryan Vogelsong, but times 100. He’ll always have a special place in my heart, and in the history of this great franchise.