I will miss Joc Pederson. I will miss the swagger. I will miss the piece of him that looked like he liked to eat marshmallows but just enough for it to be charming and not something for which the doctor would scold him. I will miss his loudest-guy-in-the-McDonald’s vibe. I will miss that stretch where he was hitting line drives all over the place. I will miss the socks.
And I will, of course, miss the mustache. That wonderful, ugly mustache. I’m sorry my own wasn’t enough, Joc. Godspeed.
