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13 May 2013

A Comeback of Historic Proportions?

"Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and then."

"We are what our record says we are."


Depending on whether you put more stock in visually impaired rodent luck or outcomes-based analysis, Scott Kazmir is either experiencing the proverbial dead cat bounce or an historic comeback of the Mark Sanford variety.

Either way, the cranks who belittled his Spring Training revival can now lick the chicken ova off their mugs. Yum, yum.


Just to recap, the 15th pick in the 2002 draft (by the Mets), Kazmir electrified fans in Tampa by mowing down batters from '05-'09, pacing the junior circuit in K's in '07. But by age 25 in 2009, his K rate tanked as his fastball lost its bite . . . and then even its bark. Once sitting consistently mid-90s, it bottomed at 86 while flailing in the bigs and face-planting against 19-year-olds in an Independent League over the last three years.

But a funny thing may have happened while Kaz rode the pines the last two calendar years. His tired arm or crooked mechanics or serotonin imbalance (or whatever) cleared itself up and he came to Indians camp as a non-roster invitee throwing bee-bees again. Based on three starts of dubious predictive value, Kazmir made the big club and got pressed into starting service. In early April, that appeared to speak volumes more about Cleveland's rotation than about Scott Kazmir's rejuvenation.

And then he strained a ribcage and began the season on the DL, bringing wry smiles to the faces of cynics such as H.L. Mencken and my own personal self. Nothing changed when he finally returned to the team, surrendering six runs in a three-inning inauguration against the Minor League Astros. Had he called it a career right there no one could have blamed him.

Even after fanning 11 in 11 innings over his next two starts -- a pair of two-run performances against bottom dwellers KC and Minnesota -- a healthy dose of doubt was in order. He'd been pitching on six days rest against lower-tier offenses and still sported a 6.28 ERA with four home runs against him in 14 frames.

And then this past week, on normal rest, Kazmir threw 103 pitches past, through and around the Oakland A's, whiffing 10 without walking anyone over six innings. It was his first no-walk effort in 36 months. It was his first double-digit strikeout game in 45 months. Other than one solo homer, Oakland couldn't touch his 96 mph fastball.

So now we've come to the dead cat bounce. Is this -- pardon the mixed fauna metaphors -- Scott Kazmir's swan song before the clock strikes midnight on his Major League career or has he re-gained the strength/mechanics/outlook to master the best hitters in the world? 

A pitcher who inflates his fastball velocity by 10 mph is somewhere in the vicinity of unprecedented. On the other hand, mediocre results over 20 innings that consumed 387 pitches hardly bodes well. There are still serious questions about Kazmir's durability, both over a season and within games, even if he continues to short out radar guns.

"Trust by verify," say Russians, who are understandably reluctant to commit based on small sample sizes. We'll be watching Scott Kazmir and wishing him the best because that would be a great story. In the meantime, his record says he's a 4.86 ERA pitcher.

10 September 2009

I'll Take Post-Season Drama for 1,000, Alex

The pennant races have disappeared like Mark Sanford's dignity. This may be good news for football fans, but not for the 21 teams that were out of the race by Labor Day. (I included the Giants among the living, because they could accidentally catch Colorado or LA for the wild card if 1. everyone in Denver catches Swine Flu or 2. the Cardinals trade them Albert Pujols and Matt Holliday for a player to be named later.)

For a rabid baseball fan, particularly one like me who roots monolithically against the Yankees, the last month of the season has been somewhat disheartening. But I'm holding out hope that it will make for a thrilling post-season, which has acted like it's seen a ghost the last few years. The last great World Series was Arizona's dramatic seven-game triumph over NYY in '01, and though we've had a handful of wild LCS and LDS since then (think Red Sox '04), the baseball gods have largely frowned on October.

Besides, baseball needs some autumnal drama to counteract football's WalMarting of the American sports scene. It's as if a football eclipse blocks out the World Series every year. It'd be nice if baseball could leverage some nail-biting to sneak beyond the pigskin shadow for a few minutes.

At this point, the two most successful franchises in history -- New York and St. Louis -- appear to be the favorites to meet in the Fall Classic. But it seems like every playoff entrant save Detroit is capable of having something to say about that.

Between my state's esteemed "Luvenor" and our Congressman, Screamin' Joe, and our worst-in-the-nation schools and our still-flying Confederate flag and our legislature's inability to outlaw texting while driving, we need a diversion. We need a seven game Series that goes walk-off three times with extra innings in the finale.

Hey, I'm not asking for much.
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