Around the batting cage, before the game, George Springer announced he was going to hang out a bit longer after he got his cuts in.
“I’m gonna watch my boy Bo lace a few.”
Maybe he’d like to rub Bo Bichette’s head for swatting luck, too, run his fingers through that glorious hair. Maybe they all should.
Bichette teed off on a couple of pitches — a slider from Cincinnati starter and rather freakish right-hander Hunter Greene, he of the 100-m.p.h.-plus stuff, youngest moundsman in the majors and co-choreographer of a no-hit loss a week earlier; and a slider from Greene’s seventh-inning reliever, Luis Cessa — to pretty much provide all the offence Toronto required in dusting off the Reds 3-1 Saturday afternoon.
A brace of jacks plus five scattered hits felt like a deluge ’round the hitting-mystifying Blue Jays, as much of a torrent as was apparently monsooning outside the zippered carapace of the Rogers Centre. (Storm? What storm?)
It wasn’t so long ago that Bichette was likewise bedevilled by hitting dearth. Then he received some remedial tutoring from dad Dante — formerly a hitting consultant for the team — and rediscovered his stroke. Can someone please get Dante on the phone for a conference call?
Aggressive as all get out was Bichette, which is his M.O., as manager Charlie Montoyo pointed out: “The funny thing about Bo, that guys get on him for, is he swings a lot.…