If you get to the playoffs anything can happen, but the play-in game still feels like you're Morehead State.
Maybe Chapman can pinch-hit during his off weeks.
I wonder how the Big Red Machine's pitchers feel about the Great Eight thing? They were better than people think.
You can't fool me; there's no state named Morehead. Or Murray. Or Alcorn.
If Shin-Soo Choo doesn't re-sign, you could put Derrick Robinson in left-center and Billy Hamilton in right-center and forget about it.
Get 'em on = OBP, get 'em over = SLG, get 'em in = OPS.
What would be the stats of a replacement closer?
Aroldis Chapman is like a Lamborghini with a license plate that says 106 owned by a little old lady who only drives it to church who hasn't been to church in awhile.
It's not that he has a weird swing, it's just that Todd Frazier was meant to be a cricketer.
The notion that Frazier gets hot when it's Little League World Series time is the dopiest misuse of cause and effect in baseball.
I know it's in the rules, but I can't get over the fact that the pitcher throws to a strike zone that doesn't exist until after he throws the ball.
Strikeouts merely hurt your feelings, but walks will haunt.
OBP has its limits, though: In real life you're unlikely to walk the bases loaded then walk in a run, let alone more than one.
How did conservative small-market Cincinnati end up with a firebrand like Marty Brennaman?
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