Tim Lincecum & the Appeal to Authority
Tim Lincecum believes the balls in Colorado are juiced. That the Rockies are secretly giving the visiting teams balls that have not been properly kept in the stadium's humidor in order to increase offense. He's so sure of this, in fact, that, during a game last week, he received a ball from the umpire and, after saying loudly to himself "f*ckin' juiced balls", he asked the umpire for a new one. When pressed about it by the media after the game, he did not back down.
Heath Bell is also sure that the Rockies are messing with the balls. In fact, he thinks that they "cheat". On Sunday, Bell tweeted a message saying "SF are the nice people." A follower of his on Twitter interpreted from this that he was saying that the Rockies were cheating and, when he asked Bell if that's what the tweet meant, Bell said "yes they do."
That should solidify it then, right? Two star pitchers on two different teams are both absolutely certain that the Rockies are cheating - manipulating the balls that are put in play for their own advantage. So certain, in fact, that they're even willing to talk about it in public. These are men who are on the field of play. If anyone could be said to be experts on the topics, it's these guys. It's certainly not us bloggers in our mother's basements, or even the old guys in the press boxes. Our speculation is meaningless compared to the authority of the guys who play the game.
The ballplayers know the truth, and we would be foolish to ignore them.
Except, of course, that's ludicrous. For some reason, everyone seems to want to defer to the expertise of the ballplayers when it comes to these things. Is David Eckstein a great player? His teammates seem to think so, so it must be true. Should we be using machines like Questec to help review umpires' performances? Curt Schilling says no, therefore it's got to be wrong. Instant replay? BatGloves? Bigger helmets? Stupid ideas all - the players tell us so!
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The bat, as you can imagine, was no small thing. You can see it in the picture to the left. When a two-foot long, 2-pound piece of wood comes flying out of a batter's hands at upwards of 90 mph (the swing, at least - I'm sure the bat moves slower than that once it leaves the hands) with a broken, jagged edge leading the strike, there may be no more dangerous single item in any major American sport. If a player is struck in the wrong way with one of those, there may not be a lot that can be done.
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