Accardo’s New Pitch
Confession time: when Jeremy Accardo saved his first game of the year, I almost cried. Yeah, he got two outs on five pitches, but they were almost unbelievably straight down the middle, he was hit hard, and didn’t even hit 91 mph. He threw one slider, and none of his once-incredible splitter. Great. ANOTHER Jays pitcher completely broken, explaining why he’s been rotting in AAA after his mysterious forearm troubles and revamped delivery.
Then he came out in his second outing and threw his fastball at 95-96, with a nasty splitter like the old days, and struck out 4 rather quality Phillies. What the hell?! Turns out that pitch he was throwing on in his first inning was actually a new cut fastball:
In my completely unprofessional opinion, it looks like a really good one – hard and closer to the Rivera/Halladay style that moves straight from side to side than the Jesse Litsch version that was like a mini-slider and dropped and was inevitably figured out. The fact that every Blue Jays pitcher not named Roy that has thrown/learnt a cutter from Arnsberg recently has had serious arm surgery within the next few years is a little worrying, but considering that Accardo’s slider was a bit of a joke even during his excellent closer season, along with the return of his splitter this has to make him even nastier — at least until it fries his arm.
- I would vote Albert Pujols into the Hall of Fame right now, even if he is 10 years older than he says he he is and juiced to the gills – but it was a pleasant surprise to hear that that major leaguers consistently named Halladay as the pitcher they would most rather watch him face off against, as opposed to someone with more flashy stuff that just isn’t as good. Evidently the pros have more refined taste than your average media tool (even the Onion makes slam-dunk jokes about him being completely ignored).
- DJF sums up my feelings and repeats my profanity about the fake umps that have been behind the plate for too many Jays games lately. Undeniable appeal? Seriously? If watching their shtick was entertaining to you for more than a few innings, you care less about baseball less than Adam Dunn. Props to Darren Fletcher for getting crotchety and not playing along with Sportnet’s picture-in-picture infatuation with these bores. And why the hell do they make foul tip signs on every foul ball? Like I find myself yelling far too often at the dome these days with ever-increasing baseball curmudgeonness: siddown and watch the damn game. You might learn something.