The Phil Hughes thing still bugs me. Just last night, I started to think about it again. I have to confess: Even I don’t understand myself on this one.
I like to think that I have the ability to be objective, when needed. And, I like to think that I have the ability, most times, to digest fact and move forward from that point with some logical thought. But, when I think about the way Phil Hughes resonates with me, it seems like I’m operating in a manner inconsistent with those abilities that I like to think I use, for the most part.
I mean, truly, you would have to be pretty darn dense to examine Phil Hughes’ minor league results, to date, and factor in his age (when he produced them), and not come away as being impressed.
And, to be true, when I look at those minor league stats for Hughes, I do find them impressive. Yet, still, I cannot bring myself to join the vast majority of Yankees fans out there and completely sign-off on the “Phil’s the one” doctrine.
As I was noodling this last night, something came to me. “The one” was the concept that triggered it. “The one“…ah, yes, The Matrix, and Keanu Reeves.
A little disclaimer here: I liked Keanu Reeves in the Bill & Ted movies. And, I’m a huge fan of the Matrix series. And, for what it’s worth, I didn’t think that Reeves killed movies like The Devil’s Advocate, The Replacements, and Hardball. I do find those movies to be enjoyable when I come across them on the T.V., somewhere.
Still, the general perception of Keanu Reeves is, well, after a quick google, I found this that pretty much sums it up:
Quite possibly the Godfather of crap acting, Keanu Reeves has managed to craft a very lucrative career based solely on flat performances and the use of the word “Whoa”. Reeves has managed to suck in everything from science fiction to Shakespeare. Bland has an image, that image is Keanu Reeves.
Bland has an image, that image is Keanu Reeves.
When I read that, it ties back to something that I wrote five months ago, the last time I really did some deep soul searching on what the problem is, with me, in not being able to “appreciate” (for lack of a better word) Phil Hughes the way so many other Yankees fans do:
Remaining candid, I really don’t know what it is…it’s just a feeling. You know how baseball scouts refer to “the good face,” and none can tell you exactly what it is – but, they know when the they see it? It’s sorta of like that, now, for me, with Hughes.
I wish that I could shake this feeling, and get on the “Phil Franchise” bandwagon. But, I can’t do it just now. Hopefully, I’m worrying about nothing here and there will be a seat left for me on that wagon when Hughes is a star for the Yankees.
Feeling something bland from Phil…yeah, that’s close. Perhaps “lethargic” is a better word for the vibe that I get from Hughes. (That would synch up with the reported approach that Hughes has towards conditioning.)
There are past and present Yankees that I have found myself admiring, just about unconditionally, right from Jump Street. Guys like Andy Pettitte, Dick Tidrow, Don Mattingly, Hideki Matsui, Joe Girardi, Lou Piniella, Mariano Rivera, Melky Cabrera, Mike Pagliarulo, Paul O’Neill, Ron Guidry, Roy White, Sparky Lyle and Thurman Munson come to mind.
There was just something about them – some condition – that I don’t see when I see Hughes.
Again, it makes no logical sense. I should be able to look at Hughes’ age and his minor league performance, and just join the “Phil Franchise” bandwagon (like everyone else). But, because of the vibe that I get when I see Hughes on the field, and the expression on his face, that Keanu Reeves’ bland-aura-thing, my gut tells my head: “Wait until you see success in the majors before you join the throng and pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Phil Hughes.”
Agreed, it makes no sense to feel this way, based on the facts. It’s one-hundred percent subjective and is not quantifiable. It’s just a feeling. But, it does exist, at least for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I still also feel the way I did five months ago when I wrote: “Hopefully, I’m worrying about nothing here and there will be a seat left for me on that [band]wagon when Hughes is a star for the Yankees.”
I would love to be totally wrong about “Keanu Hughes” – and, I will confess to being wrong about, every time, when Hughes goes on to be a star. And, I will do it happily. But, for now, I have to stick to my gut feeling on this one – and, wait for that day when I am proven wrong about Phil Hughes.