Jays fans rejoiced.
The season started and Lind came out swinging. At the end of April, he had a line of .286/.359/.484/.843 — certainly nothing to shake a stick at.
But then it happened. On a team that, this year anyway, seems to have some sort of magical home-run hitting powers (OBP doesn’t matter! GRIP IT AND RIP IT, BABY!) Lind (and Aaron Hill) forgot how to hit.
This lead to a plethora of “imagine what this team will do when its best hitters start hitting!!!1” posts, and rightly so.
The problem is that the slump was no ordinary slump. It was much, much longer.
From May 1 to June 30, Adam Lind posted a putrid line of .166/.219/.276/.495. In 199 AB, Lind only managed to mash 5 taters.
But July is, uh, July. It’s hot outside. Now, so is Lind (CHEESE!).
Since July 1, Lind hasn’t come to the plate in a game and not gotten a hit. Dude’s got a 14-game hitting streak going and has so far posted a line of .293/.317/.534/.851. In 58 AB, he’s hit 4 taters.
The Silver Slugger is back!
I attribute the rebound entirely to him eating delicious chocolate ice cream. Which I saw him doing outside the Dome on an off day.
I love ice cream.
And with that, I’m out. I’ll be back late on trade deadline day, but probably will be so far out of the loop that I’ll be completely clueless.
To Jose Bautista, John Buck, Lyle Overbay, Edwin Encarnacion, Scott Downs and Jason Frasor: It’s been fun watching you play (especially you, Albino Warlord) but I really hope you’re all gone when I get back. It’s time to turn the page.
To Kevin Gregg: You were not fun to watch. I will not miss you.