Homer Bailey, Cincinnati Reds: Think of Bailey as the heat-slinging Seaver to Hughes' command-and-guile Maddux. The Reds may have as much idea how to develop a young arm as they do a surface-to-air missile, but by all reports they seem to be taking every precaution with Bailey. He isn't permitted, for example, to carry his grocery bags to the car or apply his own deodorant. Better safe than sorry, no?
Forgive this rare lapse into crusty-scout-speak, but Bailey's fastball simply explodes out of his hand; it's a bullet train with seams. His curveball not only knuckles batters' knees, but occasionally baits them into the type of seizures usually associated with epilepsy or religious rapture. Really.