It was August 21, 2016, and the sun was scorching down on the seats at Northeast Delta Dental Stadium in Manchester, New Hampshire. The New Hampshire Fisher Cats, the Double-A affiliate of the Toronto Blue Jays, were hosting the Altoona Curve in a typical midsummer matinee.
As is typical for minor league games, rows and rows of kids crowded around the section directly behind the home team’s first base dugout prior to first pitch. Funnily enough, most of the youngsters — almost all of whom were clutching sweaty Sharpie markers and baseballs that they hoped would soon be autographed — didn’t really know the names of any of the players they were waiting for, except two.
The first was a man whose smile was as endearing as his body language. He waltzed out of the dugout and eagerly ran towards the group, chatting up the fans with undeniable charm. He was a larger gentleman, which made his entrance all the more formidable. This, of course, was Rowdy Tellez, whose boyish charisma was rivalled only at that time by the lofty expectations placed upon him amid a stellar season in the Eastern League.
The other individual attracting the …
Author: Hayden Godfrey / Blue Jays Nation