If you are a fan of Ginger Scott, you know she is a true baseball junkie. Her list of favorite players crosses teams and leagues. Leave a comment with your favorite player after checking out Ginger’s!
My Favorite Players by Ginger Scott–
I could make a list of a hundred baseball players I admire (and crush on madly), but I won’t—I will stick to the top 10, and these are in no particular order because I could change my mind in a blink.
- Paul Goldschmidt. He’s my hometown guy—a Diamondback—and we’ve followed him from his rookie year to now. Paul wins me over because he is class personified. He doesn’t argue. He does good work on and off the field. And when my kid was five and wanted nothing more than to meet him, Paul spent a half an hour talking my kid’s ear off at a card shop in Paradise Valley, Arizona. Nobody had shown up for his signing. But we did. Drove across town. He was still too new for people to go nuts over. My kid had his jersey already, and Paul was blown away. The love affair began right there.
- Bryce Harper. Yeah, he can be a hot head sometimes, but damn is he disciplined. The man works hard. He had a dream as a kid and he, along with his family’s support, did everything possible to make it real. And let’s face it—the boy is pretty.
- Kris Bryant. This is my Cubbies love coming through. I love how humble he is. I love the blue eyes. I love the way he hits the ball in the World Series. I love how he talks about his wife with stars in his eyes. This guy’s the real deal.
- Mike Trout. I dare you to watch a game and not see this kid smiling. I call him a kid though he’s far from it, but he personifies love of the game. No one plays harder and with more joy.
- Wil Myers. We see a lot of Padres games because we love San Diego and I live near their spring training park. Wil is one of those players who you always wish would have that breakout because he works so hard. Last year…he did. Also, I saw him at a sandwich shop once and I gushed like a school girl.
- Ryan Theriot. Okay, I’m biased here. This guy’s retired, but he’s my cousin. He has two world series rings. And he’s the best dad and sweetest grandson, next to my brother. He’s also the reason that Nate Preeter of This Is Falling is a southern charmer from Louisiana.
- Josh Donaldson. I love his wicked awesome hair, and he’s got hustle. My kid switched from number 34 to number 20 because of him, too.
- Buster Posey. This boy is the reason why I love catchers so much. He’s the reason I love the Giants (except when my Dbacks play them) and he owns that plate. There’s also the Southern drawl—it never hurts.
- Max Scherzer. He has one green eye and one blue eye, and he is the best pitcher I’ve ever seen. My Diamondbacks traded him away as a rookie. Our front office is full of daft idiots.
- Derek Jeter. If you know me, you know how hard it is for me to give any credit whatsoever to the Yankees. It’s one of those things in my blood, I guess. Boo Yankees. That said, Jeter is the one guy who transcends my bitterness for this team and their massively ridiculous payroll. Retired now, he was, and still is, Captain Class. He owned shortstop. He was clutch. His personality dazzled, and damn was he charming. Plus…those eyes. Hat tip to him, New York. You did good there.
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