Watch Darren Daulton use his mitt like a glove.
As a new day begins in New York, the sun sets in Hawaii.
Carlton does not pitch to the hitter, he pitches through him. The batter hardly exists for Steve. He's playing an elevated game of catch.
When Steve and I die, we are going to be buried in the same cemetery, 60-feet 6-inches apart.
One thing about ground balls: they don't go out of the ballpark.
Bob Gibson is the luckiest pitcher I ever saw. He always pitches when the other team doesn't score any runs.