Baseball Thread

Wade Davis giving up a postseason grand slam is yet another sign we're living in a broken computer simulation.

Even though I hate the Caps more than any other sports team I always end up rooting for the Nats when the Pirates go out (not like they're ever in it). Just brutal last night. I officially feel bad for DC sports fans.



www.washingtonpost.com/news/dc-sports-bog/wp/2017/10/13/why-does-this-happen-the-existential-crisis-of-the-d-c-sports-fan/?utm_term=.6e02f52a8cd0

Very disappointed that the Dodgers steamrolled past the DBacks.

Also disappointed about the Indians losing to the Yankees.

Basically the Astros are my only hope left.

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OK, so it's Halloween, and it's also the World Series.  So here's a spooky Halloween-themed baseball question for all you baseball fans.

Imagine it's the future, like 2018, and Baseballpitcher Jones, the ace pitcher for one of the MLB teams, is walking home from a spring training game, when he happens across some old-timey Macbeth witches throwing some mushrooms or something into a large cauldron.  The Macbeth witches all in unison turn their heads around 180 degrees without suffering damage to their spinal cords, and yell at Baseballpitcher Jones, "Hey, Baseballpitcher Jones, I bet you wish you could throw a 120 mph fastball."  Baseballpitcher Jones says "Shit yeah, I do, Old-Timey Macbeth Witches, but that's definitely impossible, so unfortunately, I'll just have to deal with only being able to throw a 100 mph fastball with good control by the standards of a 100 mph fastball."  But then the old-timey Macbeth witches say "Here's a magic potion that will give you the ability to throw a 120 mph fastball."  So Baseballpitcher Jones is all like "Thanks, Old-Timey Macbeth Witches!" and he drinks the potion and gains the ability to throw a 120 mph fastball.  But, just like in the famous Shakespeare play Macbeth, there are unforeseen consequences to working with old-timey Macbeth witches.  In order for Baseballpitcher Jones throws his fastball, he has to yell "Fastball!" at the top of his lungs while throwing the baseball.  He is unable to disguise his other throws by yelling "Fastball!" at the top of his lungs while actually throwing a curveball or a splitter or something.  Furthermore, he can only throw his fastball at 120.0 mph; if he throws a fastball he is physically incapable of throwing it any faster or any slower.  He has perfect control of the fastball insofar as whenever he throws it it will be in the strike zone 100 percent of the time, and the umpire will never fuck up and call it a ball, but he also has absolutely no control over where in the strike zone the ball is thrown, its location within the strike zone from throw to throw being perfectly random.  Also, throwing the fastball at 120 mph tires him out and is as taxing to all his ligaments, tendons, and muscles, as much as throwing a 95 mph fastball would have been before he drank the old-timey Macbeth witches' magic potion.  The potion is not PEDs, and is deemed totally legal by the MLB.  So my question essentially is: would Baseballpitcher Jones be a better pitcher if he could throw an exactly 120 mph fastball that was always in the strike zone, but which also required him to yell the word "Fastball!" at the top of his lungs whenever he threw the fastball, or would the tell of screaming "Fastball!" at the top of his lungs be such a detriment to his game that he would actually be worse at pitching?

Where are the batting coaches these days? Bats on shoulders, no bend in the knees, forward foot off at an angle - every batter has a stance that would get him yelled at by your average Little League coach.

And hope springs anew. I wish the best for the Houston region and hope they can enjoy a night of happiness.

Also Fuck LA.

Thank you Astros! Fans of all other NL West teams are deeply grateful to you. Enjoy your championship!

Also, Carlos Beltran finally has a World Series win! Good for him!

I know you don't mean this in the positive way, but man that exclamation point really did make it seem that way, in a funny way that is.

As a Braves fan, I saw a good deal of him those last years with Philadelphia. He was always a tough opponent, but I admired his ability to go the distance. Everybody else would be lucky to get one complete game in a year these days, he'd go nine in a quarter of his starts. And that no-hitter in the playoffs was one of- maybe the -most dominant pitching performance I've watched.

It has been a good 100+ years for baseball, I think we can end it now.




Fuck the yankees. Cashman: "the red sox are the warriors of the mlb" sure they are you frog smelling fuck.

On the other hand I'm giddy with anticipation of how exactly Yankeedom will turn on Aaron Boone. Will it be for going no further than Girardi took them this year, or not getting even that far?

Will this be the year my beloved Mariners finally go all the way? No, no it won't.

Interesting read about Ichiro Suzuki. Article in a nutshell:
"Last year, a Miami newspaperman asked what he planned on doing after baseball.
'I think I'll just die,' Ichiro said."