In his heart, Michael Conforto believed he’d swung the bat well already. This was certainly a matter of personal interpretation. Twice, he’d grounded into inning-ending 4-6-3 double plays, one that merited preservation in the scorecard behind yellow highlight ink. Once he’d struck out, overpowered by a James Paxton fastball. “He dotted the corner on me…


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