Adrian is our All-Star... our quiet, politically correct All-Star. A guy who can hit 20 home runs, hit .300 and run really slow. He's got Gold Glove talent at first base, without too much range and he's all business. He's probably concerned about the environment and does volunteer work. He probably reads the New Yorker and listens to NPR. He's your classic nice guy and he's a little bit boring.
Edgar, Adrian's brother is none of these things. He's my favorite. It's only been three games and he's already my favorite. He's got a chip on his shoulder, he's a little bit angry because the system let him down. Now he's going to take out his anger on opposing pitching. He's lightning fast... compared to Adrian. He doesn't have much time left in the majors, he's 29 and too old to be standing around on first base waiting for someone else to move him to second. He's got places to be and he needs to get home. Edgar is slim and agile. He moves with a purpose. He's desperate and we have no idea what he's capable of. I like the cut of his jib.
Probably none of these assumptions are true, but in my mind they are all too real.