Well, for the first two months of the season, the only Ranger hitting was Corey Seager. It was him, then a lineup full of 0-for-4s. Occasionally, someone else would squirt out a single here and there and the Rangers would eke out a run or two. 

Then, Seager was injured, and all hope went on the I.L. with him. Somehow, the Rangers offense got worse.

They fired their hitting coach, brought in Bret Boone, and they got worse. And when Seager came back, he was one of them now. Unable to hit. Unable to produce. Lost in the wilderness.

Then, something happened while the Rangers were in Washington. They scored five runs in a game. A week’s worth. In one game. Then four the next game. Then sixteen. Then sixteen again. 

And suddenly, the only one not hitting was Corey Seager. Suddenly, it’s no longer Corey and the eight dwarfs. 

Six Rangers homered in yesterday’s 16-3 mauling of the Twins. Every starter but Seager collected at least one hit, sixteen in all. The Rangers bunched up hits. They got extra-base hits. They got two-out hits. Two-out runs. They look like the Rangers everyone thought they would be. And they did it on the road where they have had as much success as a squirrel against an eighteen-wheeler. They always ended up road kill. 

Yet, just like that, they seem to be back.

Now, just imagine when Corey Seager rediscovers his swing. This is the worst slump of his career, but for once it doesn’t matter. His teammates are carrying him for a change.

This is not an indictment of Seager. Just the opposite. For once his cape is at the dry cleaners and he has to wonder the Earth as a mere mortal. 

If the last two series are real, and when Seager gets his cape back, watch out, baseball. This might actually start getting fun. 

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