They say it’s a physical impossibility, but El Duque seems to defy natural law. A Paige-like performance today. Seven majestic, baffling innings. Ten ks. Four hits. No runs. Looping 54 mph curves. Darting breaking balls. A sweeping hook against righties. Fastballs in the 70s and 80s. Offspeed pitches of all velocities. Up and down. In and out. A new arm angle with every pitch. And always—always—that signature high kick.
We will not soon forget Vernon Wells swinging helplessly as an 80 mph “heater” whips past his bat on its unlikely upward trajectory. Or Carlos Delgado striding toward a slow curve and then waiting, waiting, waiting for it to arrive, and then when it finally does, just watching helplessly as it passes by, with a Wile E. Coyote look in his eye.
Who needs the Unit?