By Jon Weisman
You hear it all the time. It’s almost like his name isn’t his name anymore.
He’s not A.J. Ellis. Nope, not just.
He’s “A.J. Ellis, he can do anything he wants in the game after he retires.”
The entire baseball world is like a grandmother gushing about her son’s son, so proud and so eager to show him off: “You’ve got to come and see the A.J.”
A.J. Ellis and the mythical stolen base
For good reason. Smart, affable, funny: Ellis is a dream candidate for a post-playing position. Baseball has seen its share of player-managers, but Ellis walks onto the field before a game, dons a headset for an interview, and just like that, you’re wondering if there could ever be an announcer-manager.
The only thing is … Ellis isn’t there yet. Not nearly.
Even at age 35, his mind is still focused between the lines. He has never been one for looking too far beyond, and he’s not starting now.
“I try not to,” he said earlier this week, shortly after a workout in Dodger Stadium’s sudden summer heat. “If you’re too worried about the future, your anxiety will just destroy you as well. So I do my best really to just stay in the present, and try to get better every single day.”
In short, his ballplaying mortality will have to wait.
This isn’t a personality shift, a shield he has thrown up to hide from his birthdays. Ellis has been this way since before he turned pro — before he knew he’d even have the chance.