Via Redleg Nation, Craig Fehrman overcomes resistance from the Reds to present an in-depth look at the life of Aroldis Chapman:

What Chapman’s dealing with, in short, is much bigger than an innings limit or a third pitch. And when it comes to his time away from the ballpark, the Reds appear to know about as much as the rest of us. The home team’s locker room at Great American Ball Park is a big open space, with wooden lockers lining the walls and clusters of couches in the middle. When Chapman first showed up, in 2010, he stayed close to his locker. After a while, he started hanging around the couches occupied by the team’s other Latin American players, teasing, joking, trying to fit in. But at some point, Chapman quietly gravitated back to his locker. It may be a good thing—a case of the team getting more comfortable with him and him getting more comfortable with his true self. And yet it also looks a lot like Chapman being stoic on the mound; or living alone, 30 miles outside Louisville; or frequenting a kitschy hookah bar in Miami. It looks, in other words, like a barrier, a way to retreat—another way for Chapman to remain unknowable.

One of the easiest things to understand is a 105 MPH fastball. One of the hardest, for Reds fans, may be the man who hurls them.