That is an excellent way of stating it. Casas take far too many strikes that are clearly strikes. He's a prima donna who doesn't realize he's just being a jerk with all the it's about me stuff, and he's apparently always been that way. There's a podcaster who played against him for several years when they were kids, and while said podster will tell you Casas was always the best player on the field, he was a jerk even back then. Memo to Casas (and paraphrasing from Bull Durham) when you hit 40/120 a couple times, you'll be called colorful. Until then, you're just a jerk.
Dalbec couldn't hit, but he seemed to get an inordinate number of pitches called strikes that were 3 inches out of the zone. He'd be down 0-2 and hadn't see an actual strike yet. Not sure why as he seldom said anything and by the end, he was so tied up in his own head that he couldn't pull the trigger. At least Dalbec could run a little and attempt to play another position. Casas runs like he's carrying the name on his back (Casas being Spanish for houses).