The Yankees staged a wild comeback last night, erasing a four-run ninth inning deficit and walking off on a Didi Gregorius home run to beat the Rangers 9-7. But also, who gives a shit about the Yankees? We’re here for the grown man getting snitty over a baseball.
MLB—which lets its pitchers do all kinds of horrible, dirty things to their baseballs because it makes them better at their jobs—is trolling the NFL with some new ball-security regulations.
The crushing machine takes a bit to fully squish (it's a scientific term) the baseball, but when it does, you'll likely feel fulfilled. The same result can also be produced by leaving a pitch over the middle of the plate to Giancarlo Stanton.
This is from Anthony Rizzo's first of two home runs yesterday (the Pirates' collapse continues apace). I want to draw your attention not to the play, but to the two gentlemen in center, struggling over that all-important baseball. Who has the moral high ground, and the right to the ball?
As if I needed to tell you, today is the 25th anniversary of Darryl Strawberry's second inning, one-out walk against Roger Clemens in game 6 of the 1986 World Series. Oh, you didn't realize that? Maybe you're not that big of a baseball fan after all.
Here's a story that may not have any credibility whatsoever, depending upon your knowledge of the porny sounding " larger rubberized core "and "synthetic rubber rings", allegedly found in baseballs during the 1998 season and, specifically, in Mark McGwire's magical 70th homerun ball.
