There was a time, a little less than a year ago, where Ian Anderson was my favorite Braves starter to watch. A complete low-spin, low-fastball-in-the-zone weirdo, Anderson got by without pinpoint command or first-glance nasty stuff. Instead, he pretty much threw it in the vicinity of the plate and hoped that the differential in vertical movement between his fastball, changeup, and curveball frustrated hitters into whiffs and weak contact, which it did.
Anderson came up in 2020 out of necessity, and the Braves essentially had no rotation behind Max Fried in that shortened season. He was hilariously effective: 43 ERA- / 58 FIP- / 78 xFIP- in his first six starts; his four postseason starts that year forced the slash to diverge further: 21/51/92.