Today’s getaway day game featured the big league debut of Cincinnati prospect named Levi Stout, a name that for some reason makes me think he should have been pitching for 1890 Brooklyn Bridegrooms.
Rays fans will know that when the Rays face a starter making his debut, either they get nearly no-hit, or they smack around the poor pitcher until the rookie is mercifully removed.
I don’t like the former because, well, I’m a Rays fan and I want them to win. And I can’t fully enjoy the latter, because as much as I want runs and wins, I can’t stop thinking about some young kid for whom this day is a dream come true, with his parents and little league coaches all flying in to see his debut, and then it’s a mess.