Clayton Kershaw slumped, his back arching forward, his hands coming to rest against his knees. He couldn't believe it.
It could have been the pitch, the inning, the game. None of it made much sense, really.
Kershaw slowly straightened himself, then turned away from home plate. He wiped his brow. He faced the outfield. Eventually, he turned back to the plate, snapping at the new baseball thrown his way.
Kershaw is not as automatic as saying "Kershaw Day," even against the Miami Marlins. This was beyond a blip. It was a day that went haywire in an entirely unpredictable manner.