The amazing Matt Moore of the Tampa Bay Rays is pitching. He has pitched with a youthful level of success unmatched by any lefty hurler since (Who else?) Babe Ruth.
This was in 1917.
Moore’s record is not the only astonishing thing about him. Imagine: He was not selected by any club till the eighth round of the major-league draft. What were the other twenty-nine teams doing? Napping? In fact, what was Tampa Bay—a franchise probably selecting early in the first round in that year—thinking thro rounds one to seven?
(On a separate note of serendipity, thanks go to Martin for enlightening me on the UK-kids’ sport of French cricket. Incidentally, I can’t believe how smart kids are in France…only three-years old and already they know how to speak French. Smart maybe: except, perhaps, for not cottoning to cricket or baseball—a reality that drove Ruth nuts, during his voyage thro Paris in the springtime of 1935, especially among the boys of US-embassy personnel.)