There are two outs in the bottom of the first inning and the manager has already seen enough. No runs have crossed the plate but bases are loaded and every metric and analytic and advanced statistic and Ouija Board and lucky rabbit’s foot says “go get this guy” and bring in a lefthander. And so that’s what he does.
I’m a self-taught hockey fan. That means I don’t know shit. I’d be hard-pressed to have an intelligent conversation with a tradition-born fan.
I used to eat Dodgers peanuts. I’d laugh at the losers who ate Angels or Padres peanuts. The Dodgers peanuts just tasted better and they’d always be the first ones gone from the peanut display at Ralph’s, leaving sack after sack of lame Halo nuts that no one would ever buy. But when you’re team kicks you in the nuts, well, you need to reevaluate your nut consumption.