I have been pretty tough on Bryce over the years - he started out as a nineteen-year-old man-child with a bad temper and no regard for the toll his body would take if he ran full-speed into outfield walls or slid into a base hands-first. He played hard, but was a bit reckless. He reminded me of the "Bam Bam" character from "The Flintstones" - a muscular kid who knew nothing but how to hit a baseball really hard.
Fast-forward five years, and little Bryce has grown up. He can now formulate full and coherent sentences when interviewed, he has gotten married, and he has realized that injuries suck and it's better to take care of your body than play way too hard ALL the time (but he still hustles to first base faster than Pete Rose, and I appreciate that). Bryce has made a pretty good name for himself, and here are just a few of his accomplishments so far in his short career:
|Four-time National League All-Star|
2012 Rookie of the Year
2015 NL Most Valuable Player
2015 ESPN MLB Player of the Year
Still need some convincing that Bryce Harper is a decent guy? Check out this video where he's reading a letter he wrote to his mom (you may have to cut and paste into your browser):
Isn't that the cutest thing? He even threw in a few big fancy words to prove that he's all grown up! So on this Mother's Day, let me wish a happy Mother's Day to Bryce Harper's mom, and to my mother as well, who proudly shares my blog with all her Facebook friends, emails me the list of Puerto Rican players in the Majors every spring, and mailed me my own Puerto Rican flag when I was going to meet Iván Rodriguez so he could sign it for me. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there who drove their kids to Little League practice, cheered for them at track meets or dance recitals, and drove their kids to countless medical appointments, sleepovers, and dances. And thanks to my kids for making me love being a mom - without them, I would just be "Mudville," and since it's the name of a fictitious town, that would just be boring.