Buster Posey is your National League Most Valuable Player, and all is right with the world.
I was prepared for the possibility that he wouldn’t win. Prepared to soothe myself with World Series highlights and the pretty blessed reality that we’ve gotten to see two Cy Youngs, a perfect game, a no-hitter, a Rookie of the Year, and two World Series championships in the past handful of years.
But really, who am I kidding? I wanted this. We all wanted this. Probably more than I’ve wanted some actual things for myself over the years. It’s not often as sports fans that we get to root for someone who is, at least to all appearances and reports, as good a person as he is an on the field talent. We’re in the supremely enviably position of having the best player on the team we root for also be the one we’d most like to have dinner with, the one we’d like our daughter/sister/best friend to date, and the one most likely to respond if we called saying our cat was stuck in a tree. He accepted his award today from a local school in his home town where his mother was putting together a fundraiser, because that’s just what he does. “What, I’m possibly being awarded the MVP today? Well shucks, Mama needs somebody to set up the folding chairs for the bake sale.” Buster Posey, folks.
In conclusion, Buster Posey won the National League Most Valuable Player today, confirming what we’ve known around here for what feels like a very long time.
In Posey we trust.