God, I love baseball.

I used to be a tadpole until I read Kafka. Fucking Kafka.God, I love baseball.
Oh notgraphs, you do me good.
When I stumble over to fangraphs, I realize the sheer number of pitches that are currently being thrown in the big leagues but pitching, as it has been for over a century, is still about the fastball and the change-up. Independently, they can be devastating pitches, but their utility is not fully maximized until they […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The indifferent idol that sits with stoic resolve in the distance, removed from the action, hides in plain site for most of the game. It is not over the batter for all to see, but instead embedded in the bleachers to meet wandering souls with it’s formal salutation. Nothing more than a collection of numbers, painted white […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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