By The Baseball Beginnings Guy
May 30, 2012
Hunter Virant is seen here. I’ll admit that he lost me from the start. First time I saw him, he was 86. I had people puting Cliff Lee on him, which I felt was a reach. I saw him twice as a junior. He topped out at about 92 both times. The thing I didn’t like about Virant was his body language on the mound. I can remember that start when Danny Keller came in and mopped the field with him, and instead of my memories being about Virant hitting 92, it was of him glaring at fielders behind him. I look at that, and as a scout, I say, well how can I envision this guy on the mound in Game 7 of the World Series?
I don’t buy, “well, the guy is a teenager,” not in this day and age. No I do not. They show you who they are and they show you right away. Composure is everything. It is.
This guy has had one comparison after another…Lee, Hammels, Owens. OK, fine. I saw him this spring and he looked slow. I’m told he had been sick. OK. I’m just not feeling it. To be fair, I think the biggest grade I’ve ever put on him is 52. I just think it’s bad scouting — he is what he is, except for physical strength, which will only add to stamina, not turn that 92 into an everyday 95. Plus, I’ve seen better left-handed curveballs…Skaggs, Owens, Radke. Yes, Radke. You remember Radke. I do.
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