Cometh the Kid, cometh the hour
Ken Griffey Junior was a baseball singularity. His swing was perfectly calibrated to both crush opposing pitches and demonstrate the unmatchable, iconic coolness of its wielder. No other player in a generation came close to touching Griffey Jr.’s raw magnetism. The swing, the smile, the backwards cap — he was the face of baseball. And, somehow, he did this in Seattle.
Griffey was the pivot on which the whole franchise turned. Before his arrival, the...