Shohei Otani is more than a player, it’s a phenomenon. And not such a phenomenon as Ronaldo Nazario – or also – the Brazilian footballer, who was so nicknamed for his extraordinary talent, but a phenomenon as something impersonal. The dictionary explains it better: “the manifestation of an activity that occurs in nature and is perceived by the senses.”

And while it may seem inconsistent that the “barbarism” of the Japanese on the field can be described as something supernatural, according to the exaggerations of the most avid fans of the sport of balls and shots, these are certainly facts that can only be understood from the objective and subjective perception of the sport.

What a way to enjoy the classics with such a waste of skill! While some have reached the pinnacle of fame hitting balls and others hitting balls, he does both in a way that seems easy. This is the thickest part of his dignity, in the transformation of the sublime into something everyday.

In the last game of the Classics, he even had the audacity at Lean Depot Park to eliminate what many consider to be the best hitter in recent years in Major League Baseball. Although, in a sensible comparison, even Otani could already claim such a fortune. The best hitter, the best pitcher… Or rather, the best baseball player.

In baseball, when children begin their journey through the playgrounds, they are often called upon to do both, to understand the complexity as well as the play value of climbing the mound and playing ball and then seeing if someone meets the minimum requirements, if they can specialize. on one of two functions.

And Ohtani, born in a country where great baseball players are born every day and on every corner, rose through the ranks until he reached the strongest league in the world and played like the “good boy” of the children’s pickets, which he was. able to do everything with the same ability.

Shohei Otani has a future ahead of him in which – and I use a hackneyed phrase because it fits perfectly in this case – only the locality will have the last word. Only the terrain will impose limits, if any, on his conquests. The Emperor of Japan, as he might be called, still has a lot to say for the benefit of all of us who love this beautiful sport. Hallelujah!

Source: Juventud Rebelde