For a guy who seems to not crave the spotlight, Jon Lester made an odd career choice. For the skill set that he possesses it was a brilliant choice but for his personality having thousands of eyes locked on you every fifth day for seven months out of the year and half as many tongues talking about you in the aftermath seems less natural. Maybe if he hadn't gone through the cancer, he could have been an excellent pitcher that nobody cared about as a person. If he hadn't had cancer, he wouldn't be a story. But he did. Thankfully, he seems to have matured from the ungrateful kid, with too many walks, who pitched like he was stuck in mud (the night of his no-hitter I remember thinking that I'd be able to watch the House finale and I'd probably miss an inning at the most) to a very, very good pitcher who, grudgingly, has accepted the role thrust upon him.
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