One of the interesting things about the draft is how quickly returns diminish. You hope to get a major league regular in the first round or two, but once you get around to, say, picking guys from Nebraska junior colleges in the 30th round, any positive major league contribution counts as shooting the moon.
Some years ago, I described Chad Durbin as being like a Manhattanite without a car or a bus pass–walks everywhere. As a rookie, Diekman walked 6.6 men per 9 innings. That that’s a terrible walk rate. If, like Diekman, you’re left-handed, tall and throw a mid-to-upper 90s from a low arm slot, you can get away with walking a few guys. J.C. Romero, remember, was pretty darn good for a while, and he couldn’t find the strike zone with a bloodhound and a map.