There is a chance that at some point in your life you have been at a bar with a punching bag machine. You put a dollar in and it drops down and you try to hit it as hard as you can.
If you want to get the highest score, you have to hit this thing with a sledgehammer. If there was another digit on the display, the haymaker would have registered somewhere.
I am not sure what it is about looking at a radar gun that is so amazing. It seems like MLB has figured that out.
It was a smart move to contextualize the impressiveness of baseball players' athletic feats even though the technology isn't available.
The Pittsburgh Pirates' Oneil Cruz broke the record for hardest hit baseball ever recorded on Wednesday with his second Cruz Missile.
Do you think you're kidding me? Four miles per hour is one-hundred and twenty-two point. Have you ever been in a car that went over 100 miles per hour? The car is rattling so much you think every bolt is going to break and you are going to lose control of the vehicle.
If you don't sprint out of the box, Rip Cruz. Either he thought the baseball was leaving the park, was going to bounce back to home plate before he made a turn at first base, or was going to collapse a support beam at the park.
The second piece of evidence comes from Reds outfielder Aristides Aquino, who, at 6-foot-4, wasn't tall enough to catch J.T. Realmuto's double off the wall at Citizens Bank Park.
It's amazing to hit a base runner at home from just in front of the track. When you learn he threw the ball at a fast pace, it becomes even more amazing.
Humans are easy to understand. We need to know the meter is over the magic number. Nothing is as effective as a radar gun as far as nostalgia is concerned.
You take shit. You get out in the world. You don't take as much shit when you climb higher. Eddie Temple said, "Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you forget what shit looks like."
As much as I despise Phil Mickelson and his band of possessed elephants, they enacted change by increasing the payouts of the PGA Tour. Even though the PGA commissioner had a cheek full of feces, you know everyone dies.