The Gentlemen and the Thunder
A Midseason MVP Study of Judge and Raleigh
On golden afternoons at Yankee Stadium, when the summer sun hangs low over the right-field bleachers, Aaron Judge stands at the plate like a redwood among saplings. Five hundred miles northwest, in the damp marine air of T-Mobile Park, Cal Raleigh squats behind home plate with the patient menace of a blacksmith waiting for his hammer.
These two men—one a…