The Dark Side of the Diamond

The Price of Escape - Yasiel Puig

I loved Yasiel Puig.

I loved his nickname, The Wild Horse. I loved the way he played like the game itself might escape him if he didn’t hold on with both hands. He sprinted on routine fly balls, gunned down runners trying to stretch a double, and flipped bats like he was writing calligraphy in the sky. Watching Puig was joy. Wild, unpredictable joy.

But i…