Long before he emerged this season as a utility-man extraordinaire, and even before he astounded his teammates with his famous bat-catch in spring training of 2017, Luis Guillorme had acquired a distinctive nickname within the Mets’ organization.
“Everyone started calling him ‘Los Manos,’ former Mets manager Terry Collins recalled. “It translates to ‘The Hands,’ and it was perfect for him. Even as a young minor leaguer he stood out because of his great hands. I can’t remember seeing anybody with better hands, put it that way.”
That observation covers a lot of players over the years yet seems perfectly reasonable, as slick as Guillorme is defensively, catching everything he gets to and making lightning-fast transfers of the ball, whether to start a double play, make the pivot at second base, or especially while contorting his body to make underhand flips to first on slow rollers.
How good are his hands? In the dugout before Wednesday’s game at Citi Field, Buck Showalter delighted in relating an anecdote to that effect.
“In spring training, after he handled a tough hop one day,” the manager recalled, “I caught up with him when he came off the field and I asked, ‘do you wear a (protective) cup?’
“He held up his hands and smiled and said, ‘This is my cup.’"
Call that the ultimate trust, if you will. And while such ability is mostly a God-given gift, it may also be partly due to Guillorme’s upbringing in Venezuela, where he was born and lived until age 12, when his family moved to Florida to be in a safer environment.
“We lived in a decent area but going outside wasn’t a good idea,” Guillorme recalled. “I can count on both of my hands the times I was outside when we lived in Venezuela. It just wasn’t safe.
“So I had a room where we lived with just four walls and a couch. I’d throw a rubber ball as fast as I could to the wall and try to catch it coming off the wall. Sometimes I’d throw it so I had to dive into the couch and make a catch. I’d do that all day. That was literally my day.
“Then I’d be upstairs in my bedroom at night and I’d do the same thing. I’d bounce the ball and dive into my bed catching it. Sometimes the neighbors would complain and say it was too loud, especially at 10:00 at night. But that’s what I did.”
Guillorme said that when he moved to Coral Springs, Fla, and began playing Little League, he realized he had a talent that stood out compared to other kids his age.
“By the time I was 12 I knew what type of player I was, special on the defensive side,” he recalled. “When I got to high school, by my junior or senior year I believed I was going to play in the big leagues.’’