But the Nats were not surprised to learn that the best offensive player in the game from Aug. 29 until now was on their team, leading MLB in that span in runs, extra-base hits and on-base-plus-slugging percentage (1.106) with 10 homers. The teenager.
The legend of Bryce Harper has become big league reality in the past five weeks, though few have realized just how dramatically.
“That kid was in every big play we had down the stretch,” reliever Craig Stammen said. “He stepped up when it counted. When the lights are on, that boy shows up. That’s just the way it is.”
And that may be the way it is for a long time. In the first mega-test of whether the Nats’ center fielder, still only 19, can be a huge star, Harper has totally burned down the house.
We’re no longer talking about the hype of Harper that’s swirled since he was 15.
This is the real time-to-put-up deal. In this span when Harper was slugging .699 and hitting .341, the Angels’ 20-year-old star, Mike Trout, hit .269 with just nine RBI as his team eventually was eliminated.
Harper is so much more than numbers. You can feel him in the game like part of the atmosphere. He has run wild on the bases, tagging to go from second to third on an infield popup or pulling a delayed steal of third that draws a wild throw to score him. He has stolen hits with wall-crashing catches in center and received two standing ovations in one inning for his cannon throws to the plate. Most of all, he seems focused, in control and like he’s having a ball. The temper that derailed him during a two-month slump? Gone for now.
When he was still in high school, Harper said he wanted to be the greatest player who ever lived. Didn’t predict he would be. Said that was his only goal. Nothing less. Since Aug. 29, Harper hasn’t been Mickey Mantle. (Harper wears No. 34 because the numbers add up to 7, the Mick’s number.) He has been more like Willie Mays, playing every facet of the game with flash, dash, power, abandon and a ferocious desire to dominate his foes.
“It’s not a surprise. He’s a big-game player,” Jayson Werth said. “I give him hell all the time. He’s always saying, ‘This is how I do it,’ and, ‘This is my way of making that play.’ I say, ‘You haven’t done jack. There is no “your way.” ’ But, yeah, I believe in him.”
Is Bam-Bam really that good? We don’t know. Earlier this year, he had a two-month slump. He still misjudges about one long flyball every 10 days. Two years ago, he was a catcher; now, like Mantle in his early years, he plays center like a wild bull — sometimes wrong, but always in a hurry.
Of course, careers require years, not hot streaks. Harper’s slash line for the season is .270 batting average/.340 on-base percentage/.477 slugging percentage for the 26th-best on-base-plus-slugging percentage (.817) in the NL, though still behind Desmond, LaRoche, Werth and Zimmerman on the balanced Nats.
If he never gets better, he’s very good, but far from great. But let’s trash the provisos for a day. Give due credit. He’s gone out and done tore up the whole dadgum bug-eyed NL for the entire pennant push.
Most fascinating is the way he rises to key moments as if they are meant for him. After the Nats had that team meeting, Harper came out in the first inning and ignited the Nats with a two-run homer. Later that night, he hit an upper-deck, this-one’s-just-for-Ozzie, tape-measure homer in an 8-4 win.
Even though Harper spent the season’s first 20 games in the minors, he needs three runs for 100, one triple for 10, three steals for 20 and two homers to tie Tony Conigliaro at 24 for the most ever by a teenager. The complete stat line that Harper almost clones is Mays — at 20.
When all-star players get hot, their streaks usually look like what Harper has done the past 32 games. It doesn’t mean he’s going to Cooperstown, but Harper did it the first time they ever turned the stage lights up to “full bright.” That counts, too.
The Nats have many fine everyday players. But they don’t have a heart-of-the-order superstar. To win the World Series, you usually need at least one. Maybe Harper needs a couple of more years to be that player. Ken Griffey did. Or maybe he goes off the rails. In spring training, GM Mike Rizzo called Harper into his office for a meeting (after Harper’s I-wanna-be-the-Joe-Namath-of-D.C. tweet) and read him the full-blown riot act. There were no more tweets, and Harper started the year in the minors.
As the Nats’ crowd roared deep into the night Monday, Harper glowed, talking about how he wants “20 more” such celebrations. Was he proud of his first pennant race performance? “We got some more games,” he said, never off-message when it comes to the next achievement.
“I don’t even know how I feel. These people, they’re goin’ crazy here behind me,” he said, breaking into an actual, age-appropriate ear-to-ear grin. “My main thing, when they called me up, I didn’t want to come in here and screw things up. They were already in first place.”
True. But since then, especially in the past few weeks, nobody has done more to keep them there.
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