Months ago, when his fellow players were conspiring to label him the most overrated player in the game (again), Bryce Harper smiled and shook his head at the notion he wasn't much loved by his peers. On the back end he led the National League in home runs, runs, on-base percentage, slugging percentage, WAR and neck abrasions, then learned the same juvenile clique had decided he was the league's most outstanding player, and then on Thursday discovered the writers had made it, in all ways, unanimous. Bryce Harper is the pretty girl nobody wants to like, the pretty girl with a beard and eye black and 1.109 OPS it must be said, who also – turns out – kicks their asses.