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In my sim, Hunter Harvey is already hurt. Thankfully it's not the arm, it's a leg injury. But he's out for 5 weeks.
So I scoured my minors, Marcos Diplan is actually performing well. So I bring him up. And what does he do? First appearance, he drills Tim Anderson, touches off a brawl and gets SUSPENDED FOR NINE GAMES. Apparently the league felt that Diplan was at fault because Anderson only got 4 games.
At one point I was 5-5 and thinking...hey, this team might not be that bad. Now I'm 10-24 and wondering how my staff will make it through the season.
In other words, it's feeling like the real thing.
Gregg Olson was a career relief pitcher (never started a game) who was known for his astonishing curveball. Sometimes he played for the Baltimore Orioles but also sometimes he did not.
On April 20th, 1998, at age 31, he was pitching for the Arizona Diamondbacks. He hadn't taken a live Major League at-bat since 1994. In the bottom of the 7th, he crushed a 3-2 pitch from Óscar Henriquez into the left-field bleachers, scoring Devon White.
What could Gregg have been thinking as he trudged into the batter's box? Was he thinking, here's a spot for a home run? I'm looking fastball on the full count? Here's where I get 2 of my 2 career RBIs? Was he just saying, aw (freaking heck, jeez Louise), look at all this (stuff) my job is making me do? And then he launches one. Sends the big leathery boy into the night. What was he looking for, trying to do? Was he going for the big fly, or just trying to put it in play? How do you hit a 4-bagger if you're going for contact? Gregg must've been going for it. He came, he saw, absolutely conquered.
What was his reaction? Diamondbacks crushed the game, his donger was just a grave dance on a defeated opponent, but holy heck. A live, major league home run you were never supposed to hit. You'd be psyched for a year. You'd be giving your significant other the extra spicy treatment for the next decade. I tell you friends, I'd feel like a god forever. Here I am, trying to do one job in professional baseball, getting sucked into another, and straight crushing it. Metaphorically and literally hitting the jackpot. I'd tell that story to anyone I ever met forever. Yeah I pitched professional baseball, but let me tell you about the time they made me hit. Oh, what do you do, sell insurance? Shut up nerd, I destroyed a baseball on live television.
I don't even CARE about opposing pitcher Óscar Henriquez. I don't even know who the guy is. Was he a fan-of-the-month they let pitch, and that's why I hit a dinglerooski off him in a 15-4 game? Go ahead and audit my home run, tell me I'm not legit. I'm in Baseball-Reference, permanently. People who do not like it can call the police.
What does Gregg Olson do now? Does he ever think about that home run? Because I do and it inspires me when I need it to.