Mike Moustakas used to be the favorite son of the Kansas City Royals organization. He was drafted second overall in 2007 and displayed monster power, hitting 36 home runs between AA and AAA in 2010. The organization proudly took off his training wheels in 2011 only to watch Moose repeatedly fall off his bike and skin his knees.
The Royals coddled him, scolded him, devoted extra time to him, and finally had to admit last year that there’s something wrong with that boy. There’s only so many times you can tell your favorite son the same thing before he’s not so favorite.
Before long, you get sick of your formally favorite son drawing on the walls, chewing with his mouth open and ignoring your every word while he refuses to do his homework; I mean, you’re tired, you worked all day and you come home to this little twerp messing up the household rhythms.
At some point, you throw your hands up and say, “if I have to tell you one more time, I’m getting a different kid”? I’m pretty sure that’s how most parents would handle it.
It’s time for him to contribute or be replaced.