As family businesses go, baseball certainly is a weird one. It’s not like father and son spend all day together over the fire at Ye Olde Baseball Shoppe, first in apprenticeship and then in partnership, forging out careers side-by-side until one day the dad turns over the shoppe keys to a full-grown son.
No, the “shared” experiences work more like this: If dad is among the one percent of the one percent and has a long enough career, the son maybe got to spend a handful of summer days at the “office,” shagging fly balls and playing catch. By the time most of the kids are old enough for coach pitch, dad is long retired.
And yet, here we are with a boom in legacy selections at the top of the draft.
