Sez Me …
Batting coaches have been the Padres’ Zola Budd. As the long race goes on, they obviously step on their batters’ feet.
Listen up, Villagers. That’s a big swing and miss.
Hate to be the doubter, but I’m telling you, here and now, it isn’t their fault.
I’d say the Pads’ search for the biblical hitting instructor now rivals Indiana Jones’ crusade for the Holy Grail and Ark of the Covenant. But I can’t. Indy found them both.
For years, I’ve thought pitchers should be fined and forced to get down and give us 20 every time they throw the Padres something hittable.