Everybody's talkin' (Nilsson), 'bout LeBron, R.A. Dickey and no-hitters. While Kevin Durant's Finals fade is fodder for debate, not much more worthwhile to write about His Magnitude, Mr. James until the leaves start to turn.
As for the plethora of pitching gems, theories abound.
Next time you go to the ballpark, better hold on to that ticket stub for you could be in possession of a little piece of profitable history. In MLB 2012, no-hitters are happening with the frequency of an Oregon Ducks' uniform change: weekly.
Some worry MLB is on a fast-track to becoming the "Hitless Wonder" League ('06 Sox), even turning as barren of scoring as the flop-fest that is soccer. I shudder to think.
But keep off that panic button, Biff. This has happened before. The early 90s saw back-to-back seasons of seven no-hitters each ('90 & '91). You can call what's happening today a 'variant of normal,' even if the final tally does hit double-digits. Maybe no.
The wealth of no-hitters this year shouldn't come as a shock to baseball observers.
Reason # 1 happens to be the elephant in the room: PEDs, or as we like to think, their demise. Though, with all the legal maneuvering from MLB and the Union, I'm not clear as to whether or not baseball's even drawing blood for HGH testing this season as planned. It's a real shell game.
Suffice to say, the glory days of PED use should be over. Consider this present period to be one of adjustment for players and managers both.
Most think the big benefit from PEDs is power, the long-distance, as in home runs. Yes, that's part of the payoff.
But the biggest advantage from juicing is bat-speed. Power doesn't mean diddly if you can't make contact. And putting bat-on-ball is a learned behavior, demonstrated so sweetly by laureates of the art, Ted Williams and Tony Gwynn.
Ever try hitting a 70-mph pitch? For us non-professionals it's a 1-in-20 chance (Billy Crystal should be proud he even fouled-off a few in Yankees' spring-camp a few years back). Then try hitting the real heat: 90 plus. Forget about it, Frank.
Reason # 2 for the surge in no-nos and low-lows (1-hitters): today's home-run mind-set.
The round-tripper has been a fan favorite since the Bambino and the hot dog hit the scene. But when juicing became common-place in the 80s, most batters began swinging for the stands with reckless abandon. And more than a few managers (Leyland / La Russa) seemed pleased as punch, converts of the Earl Weaver school of thought: "Pitching, defense and the 3-run homer."
Today, principles of hitting like on-base % and having 'command of the strike zone' get the snub: 'Who cares with these biceps,' still seems the overriding outlook of many a ballplayer in 2012.
It's why the 'Bud Selig Home Run Derby & Family Fun Show all-star Extravaganza' has sadly become MLB's biggest showcase of the season, bigger than even the fall classic.
Next time you watch a ball-game on TV take notice how non-selective, indiscriminate batters can be in the box, how many bad pitches they'll flail at. I'm talking really bad.
Batters seem less patient-at-the-plate than their forefathers, though King Kelly and Larry Doby might just laugh at that observation. I'm picking up a trend where, if the batter doesn't like first-call strike, he pouts, tanks the at-bat and then fumes when the umpire calls strike three. Makes you wonder how they ever made it to the Majors.
And it's not like most hurlers in 2012 are wowing batters with their own command of the zone.
Sure, we have our masters of the mound (Verlander / Santana), but plenty of pitchers need Mapquest to find the plate these days. With today's free-swinging, disco-dancing batsman, it doesn't really matter. Throw the heat high and he'll chase it.
And before we start talking about replacing the 'men in black' with machines (Valentine / Loney), players & managers should re-acquaint themselves with something called home plate and the strike zone it represents. Then get back to us on that robot thing, Bob.
It all makes contact hitters like Derek Jeter, Ichiro Suzuki and Al Pujols that much more special. These guys still remember the baseball adage they were taught as youngsters: A walk is as good as a hit. It's not deep psychology, but the more selective you are, the better pitches you get. What do know, Turbo?
Playing baseball is a highly skilled profession. And it's not without its dangers. But it ain't rocket science, though, the knuckleball of Mets' renaissance-man R.A. Dickey comes pretty darn close.