Perhaps this week it should be titled Who Are We? Having to name two guys makes this one sound more difficult, but in reality, if you get one of us you’ll easily get both. So remember, try this without research and all that jazz, because anyone (including Smitty) can look stuff up on the internet.
As father and son tandems go, we were hardly the Griffeys, but we both played over 10 years in the majors, so that’s something to be proud of.
Father began his career in the midwest, but it wasn’t until he moved further west that he enjoyed major league success. It was there that he played in three different post-seasons, but never the World Series, although one of his teammates almost single-handedly propelled his team to the series one year.
Father accumulated over 2000 hits and 50 wins above replacement (WAR) in his career. That might qualify him for some people’s “Hall of Very Good,” despite the fact he dropped off the ballot after his first year.
Father was probably better than Ken Griffey Sr., in fact, but I suppose that point is debatable.
What’s not debatable is that son was nowhere near as good as Ken Griffey Jr., although the potential was there.
Son was a first-round draft pick (#3 overall), out of a college in the same city where dad enjoyed his best professional years. He actually even played with Griffey Jr., albeit very briefly, during one of his nine major league stops.
Son was supposed to be better than his father, but never lived up to expectations, although he did show a few sustained flashes of his five-tool ability, including one 30-30 season, a Gold Glove, and breaking one team’s record for most assists in a season by an outfielder.
Son returned home for his final year in the majors, playing 38 games for his dad’s primary team in the city he grew up in.
Who are we?