Bo Bichette is going to hit. Really. I would find it nearly inconceivable that at 28, a few months removed from excelling on basically one leg under the duress of the World Series, an elite hitter is just going to crumble in his prime under the weight of New York and a gargantuan contract.
It is just three games, and the Met who knows him best, his former Blue Jays double-play partner Marcus Semien, said, “Whatever these three games were, I still expect him to have a good week, much less a good year.”
So the boos that perked up at Citi Field in the seventh inning Sunday when Bichette struck out for the third time in this game and the early-season NL-high eighth time this season felt more premature than celebrating July 4 tomorrow.
“If anything, I thought it took too long [for the boos],” Bichette said. “I get it. I thought my at-bats were terrible too.”
