Nominated by Jack Sommers: “As much credit as he gets for his defense, his season was still unsung. Only one player on the team produced more value than Nick in 2019…..Ketel Marte. And yet even here , he is an after thought. Unsung.”
Nominated by DbacksEurope: “Nominated for an award on the pit but this man is indisputably one of the most important members of the team and hardly gets loud recognition for it anywhere. No AS, no glove nominations, no MLB articles, nor a SnakePit favourite like Locastro while he should be one without a doubt. Seems like an awesome clubhouse guy too. Did I mention he is on a team friendly contract? Thus the more reason to vote for him since overpaid people get too much criticism, “low wage” people are overly praised but those that have team friendly contracts are mostly forgotten.”
Nominated by kilnborn: “Because he pitched, played defense, hit and ran the bases better than just about anyone on the team. His interactions with the press were all hilarious instances of live performance art. And he brought us all Beer.”
Nominated by Nik T: “Do I need to elaborate?”
Nominated by Diamondhacks: :”I bet your average Diamondback fan doesn’t even know who he is. Even his name is forgettable. But he started fifteen games out of the blue and was very effective. Not stunningly ROY effective. That’s too showy. He was just damn unassumingly good and your casual fan probably cant place him. I don’t care if he was lucky or unsustainable or whatever. He did the job, very quietly and well.”
Who was the 2019 Unsung Hero of the Year?
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And though it didn’t qualify for the final vote, I’m still going to paste ‘Hacks other comment, about fan kindness, simply because it’s worth repeating:
I went to about 25 games and move around a lot, so you do a lot of people watching. This is a shout out to little acts of kindness I saw at the stadium. One time an elderly African-American lady who could barely walk offered me her seat (ticket) as she was leaving, when I was leaning over the rail behind her, in standing room. She thought I looked tired. I thought that was sweet.
Another time, a young, very fat, pasty faced mother carrying a baby and heavy backpack, lagged well behind her husband trudging to their seats halfway up the upper deck. She stopped, redfaced and panting around row 12. The seats were about row 25 and the husband was engaged up there with their other children, when a thirtyish Hispanic stranger stood up, introduced himself and nonchalantly carried the baby up to their seats.
I remember gestures like that as much or more than anything I see on the field these days. Not because the D-backs stink. They don’t. Because it’s a polarized, digitized climate where we’re often wary of strangers. The Other. Stick to your own Feed. Your tribe. And I dont think baseball can save us from that. But these people might.