Then & Now: Corbin Carroll's Comps

I like looking for unicorns.

No, not that kind. I’m not delusional enough to look for actual hooved creatures with a single horn, a supply of which are at the zoo any time I want to see one.

I stand in solidarity with chubby oddballs everywhere.

The kind of unicorns I’m talking about are the baseball players that don’t really resemble anyone else. The guys who show up in the big leagues and are just…different.

Sometimes that means their personalities, like when Mark Fidrych arrived in Detroit looking like Big Bird and talking to the ball, or Tommy Pham igniting the first fistfight based on fantasy football in the known history of baseball. It can also mean their physique. No one had ever seen a 6’10” pitcher before Randy Johnson showed up and terrified people, just like no one had ever seen a guy who was roughly the same shape as John Candy cracking line drives to the tune of a .325 career batting average, but that’s what Bob Fothergill did.