Nothing I’m going to say here will add anything to the millions of words already spilled over Stephen Strasburg’s debut. It’s just that whole posterity thing again, my desire to make note of events that feel important so I can have them in the archive down the road.
I wrote last week that I was rooting for Strasburg to be a pretty good pitcher but not an exceptional one. I still think that would be funny — especially now — but I changed my mind when he struck out Jason Jaramillo looking on a backdoor curveball to start the third. Holy lord, he’s got some ludicrous stuff. I hope he stays awesome.
I love dominance and spectacle and pitchers who manipulate opposing batters. Strasburg provided all of that in his Major League debut. 14 strikeouts and 0 walks. Fourteen, zero.
And when Strasburg was up against his predetermined pitch count after the first out in the seventh, with Jim Riggleman sitting on the bench clearly wondering how he was expected to pull a pitcher who was effortlessly imposing his will upon the pitiful Pirates, Strasburg was all, “don’t worry, Skip, I got this.” Six straight strikes and the inning was over. Crazy. Crazy crazy crazy.
Bob Costas kept trying to keep things in perspective, then in the next breath would mention Bob Feller, Tom Seaver, Walter Johnson. It’s not fair, of course, to expect a Hall of Fame career out of any 21-year-old. But who’s to say what the hype machine would have churned out if Feller, Seaver or the Big Train made their debuts in 2010? And who knows if it matters? Competitors like those probably couldn’t care less about any expectations besides their own; to get to that level, they’ve got to be awful, awful driven.
Maybe Strasburg’s a Hall of Famer. Heck, maybe he’s the greatest pitcher of all time. Sure, Dwight Gooden had 58 Major League wins with a 2.28 ERA and a 155 ERA+ by the time he was Strasburg’s age, and Kerry Wood struck out 233 batters in his first 166 2/3 innings, and back in 1967 Gary Nolan whiffed five times as many guys as he walked across his first 10 starts when he was only 19 years old.
Who cares about that? Everyone knows pitchers flame out. It happens. But every so often a Roger Clemens comes around, or a Seaver or a Greg Maddux. That happens too. At some point in our lifetimes, we will see more historically great pitchers. And though the odds are long for everyone, it’s hard to bet against the guy who struck out 14 batters without walking any in his Major League debut.
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Oh wait a minute, no. That’s nothing like chess. In fact, rodeo might be as unlike chess as any sport there is. Who is the opponent, in this analogy? The angry bull? Death? Sorry, cowboy, I’m just not sure there’s anyone working to calmly outthink you as you’re tossed around by that tortured monster.
Here’s the funny thing: The “exasperated, defensive” first baseman is absolutely right. Teixeira’s rate stats are almost all in keeping with his career lines. He is hitting the same amount of line drives as he did last year. The principle difference in his production comes from a .229 batting average in balls in play that’s a full 75 points below his career .304 line.
In a video posted to the foundation’s website, Wahlberg says that just $1 can make a difference in a teen’s life, and that makes sense. A dollar can buy a taco, and teens love tacos. Everyone does. I’m not sure exactly the mechanics of it, but I imagine an effective strategy for the foundation would be to have high-school graduates hand out tacos to at-risk teens and be like, “Hey, I bought you this taco, but I could only afford this taco because I graduated high school, so, you know, heads up. You want to keep eating good, you’re gonna need to hit the books.”
So what’s happening?