I imagine you’ve probably heard that joke a couple hundred million times already, but I just had to get it in. Then, I realized that I could only fit it into this article if I lead with it, as I’m pretty much going to spend the next couple hundred words talking about Jesus. Montero, that is. (Before we meander any farther down this train of thought, pause to mourn the fact that we won’t get to see any Jesús Montero/Jesus puns on the back pages of the New York dailies).
In all seriousness, this will be Montero’s first series against the Yankees, and I have no doubt at all that he will be looking to remind the Yankee brass what they’re missing. Not that they need reminding—all they have to do is look down at Michael Pineda, arm in a sling, sitting in plain clothes with his parents in the stands.
So far this year, Montero has been mediocre: his .268/.282/.420 triple slash line is uninspiring, as is his .298 wOBA.…