One day last year, Tigers center fielder Austin Jackson walked through the clubhouse to the team's bat room. As he approached, he saw Iglesias sitting in there.
Iglesias didn't know he was being watched as he played with the cap from a bottle of water. He put it between his thumb and finger and snapped it. It flew a few feet, smacked into the door and bounced back to him. He caught it. He did it again. Caught it again. And again. "I'm like, 'How are you good at that? Who's good at that?'" Jackson says.
Later in the season, Jackson and Iglesias rode together on a golf cart through a tunnel under the stadium on the way to the team bus in Chicago. "He goes 'A.J., watch this.' We're driving the cart. He picks a spot, flicks (a cap) off the wall -- we're driving -- and he catches it," Jackson says. "I'm like, 'Get me off the cart. Get me off the cart.' It was moving and everything. I was like, 'I don't even care anymore. I've seen enough of your weird talent.'"