Bo Bichette: How do you like him so far?

The rookie that roared.

Of course the Blue Jays have more than a few of those. In particular, the holy trinity: Vladdy and Cavan and Bo.

Toronto got its first up-close and in-person look at the newest of Toronto’s promoted fledglings on Thursday night at the Rogers Centre. And Bichette got his first real look at the ballpark he’ll call home for the next however number of years. A Fanfest cameo over the winter doesn’t count.

The Bo Show: His fourth home run in his 11th major-league game — belted 441 feet into deep left field. Zowza.

The 21-year-old with the long flowing tresses — a thick brown mane barely stuffed beneath his cap — arrived in town trailing superlatives and debut bullets. Then kept right on rolling.

An 11-game hitting streak, a franchise record to begin a major-league career. A nine-game doubles streak, never done before. Thirteen extra-base hits. Extras in nine straight, the first rookie to do that since Ted Williams in 1939. A franchise-record 20 hits in that span out of the big-league chute. Highest OPS in team history through an 11-pack, stepping up from the minor leagues.

Nine doubles, four homers, seven RBIs and four walks.

(Sweetheart, get me rewrite.)

“I’m hot right now,” Bichette said in the aftermath of a 12-6 loss that seemed almost a footnote to the night. “I’m putting up numbers and seeing the ball well, being aggressive. So, I expect to do well. I think that it’s not really the eight ... whatever it was, nine in a row? I don’t think that’s really me, you know? The ball went where it was and I was able to get a double. Not really surprised, kind of expected to play well.”

He’d tried to block out the hoo-hah. But the four-sacker, he savoured that.

“When I hit the homer, that was the first chills moment I’ve had in the big leagues so far. Running around the bases and the crowd was pretty loud, loudest I’ve ever had. That was a pretty cool moment.”

Hours earlier, the kid had been besieged by media in a dugout scrum, handling the squish of cameras and microphones with aplomb.

“I’d be lying to you if I thought that I’d be breaking records,” Bichette told a media scrum prior to the opener of a four-game set with the Yankees. “But I do expect to play well and I think those records are just a byproduct of putting in the work and going out there and being aggressive and trying to treat the game like any other game. I’m trying to treat it like a Triple-A game — just go out there and have fun and play hard.”

Oh yeah, ain’t he got fun.

“It’s amazing what he’s done,” marvelled manager Charlie Montoyo. “Not even Babe Ruth has done it. Or (Roberto) Clemente. Or Mike Trout.”

Well, that’s a mouthful.

The thicket of stats are just the start of it. Bo knows baseball. Bo was born and bred to play baseball.

Bo-Bo to his family — but don’t you try it — Bichette has been ripping the skin off the ball since being summoned from Buffalo on July 29 and stroking a single in his first at-bat, cluttering the scoresheet as the Jays wound through Kansas City, Baltimore and Tampa Bay.

It was in Tampa over the weekend, just down the road from the family home, where the magnitude of the thing truly hit. “I don’t even think it was because I was home. I think it was because we were facing a really good team and I got to face Charlie Morton, who’ll probably get some Cy Young votes this year.”

He didn’t mention the jack he cranked off Morton.

“That game, leading up to that game, I kind of was, like, OK, I made it. This is when the battle starts. This is when you’ve got to out-think your opponent. This is when you’ve got to out-prepare your opponent. So, that was kind of a cool game. And then to go out there, to perform the way I did, was cool too.”

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It hasn’t all been unicorns and rainbows. The shortstop committed a brace of errors in back-to-back games over the weekend, as the pivot in Toronto’s future all-star middle infield, should Vladimir Guerrero Jr. remain at third and Cavan Biggio at second. And there were a couple of baserunning blunders on steal attempts.

The Jays can live with that, though Bichette winces at the memory. He’s just beginning to appreciate how much faster the game is up here than what he’s known, trying to walk — or sprint — along that edge between aggressiveness and rashness.

“It’s only faster if you make it faster. For a couple of games, defensively, I made it faster than it is. The biggest thing for young players, for myself, is to go out there and just play your game, play how you’ve always played. I did a good job defensively and offensively … and then defensively let go of it a little bit.”

But at the plate, goodness.

The rotating torso, the tiniest of delays after his left foot hits the ground, the bat aligning with his shoulders on the swing angle. He hasn’t been subjected to the shift yet. It shouldn’t be a hit-killer, however, because Bichette can spray the ball, comfortable going the other way. Just like his four-time all-star father, Dante, who taught him from salad days.

“My dad always emphasized hitting the ball the other way. And at times I like to try to get the head out and pull it too. But I think the spray chart is just basically how much I work on it, going opposite field. That kind of just shows up in the game on a regular basis.”

He is a classic contact hitter, rather than a Vladdy-style slugger, but he has certainly mashed it too.

“That’s definitely my first priority, to put the ball in play. But I think I’m blessed with bat speed and the ability to hit the ball pretty far when I get a hold of it. For me, I’d rather be a guy who puts the ball in play, hits for high average, gets on base and stuff. But I definitely have the ability to hit for power.”

Bichette is not necessarily tooting his own horn. But there’s no false modesty either. The frankness is refreshing. Also, the shrewdness. How he shortens up and changes his technique with two strikes, ditching the pronounced leg kick.

Aggressiveness has been bred in the bone. “My dad, growing up, told me to swing hard, told me to run hard, told me to throw hard. Whenever we take BP, hit the ball as far as you can. Whenever we throw, throw as hard as you can. So, it just goes on and on, right? I mean, for me, it’s just second nature. Definitely when I go into moments where I don’t feel good, I’ll remind myself to be aggressive.”

Just as seamlessly, Bichette has slipped into what has become a youthful, spirited clubhouse. But then he grew up hanging around the inner sanctums of baseball, a point of privilege for second-generation spawn.

Thus none of it has felt overwhelming, none of it has come as a surprise. So many familiar faces, close friends, from rollicking through the Jays’ minor-league system with fellow tiffany prospects and pro ball apprentices.

Biggio is his closest bro. They don’t venture far from the ballpark, however. Who’s even had time for that dimension of a big-league life?

“Honest, during the season I’m pretty low-key. I watch Netflix a lot. Turn on the PlayStation every once in a while. I try not to exert too much energy because, as fun as this is, you’ve still got a job to do.’’

He’s into the fourth season of The Blacklist, by the way.

Season One of Bo.