It was no secret Brooks Lee was, as he put it, “grinding.” The night before, he had had a 30-minute phone call with his father — a collegiate baseball coach — in which he said he tried to get things off his chest rather than keep all of his frustrations bottled up inside. At that point, Lee was hitting .167 with a .385 OPS. Nothing was coming easy, not at the plate and not defensively. When he ...
