6/5/15: GDT - Pittsburgh Pirates @ Atlanta Braves

"That's how you pronounce it." -- No it isn't, Chip; I know it isn't.
 
"Charlie Morton playing with fire," but Sriracha can't make it burn.
 

So I'm on an airplane watching the MLB Gameday feed, and it appears that Baby Latin Harang is wilder than a truckload of starving kangaroos. How do you even throw a sinker neck high, let alone 18 inches outside?

Kinda looks like he has no idea where it's going.
 
Kinda looks like he has no idea where it's going.

Each pitcher has walked the other, and neither has seemed particularly awesome at finding the plate—but yea, despite the score, Perez has been the wilder one.
 
Each pitcher has walked the other, and neither has seemed particularly awesome at finding the plate—but yea, despite the score, Perez has been the wilder one.

How do you get through that many levels of baseball and not learn to bury a sinker?

High sinkers have another name. Meat.
 
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