Grant Bisbee at McCovey Chronicles proposed that as a nickname for Yusmeiro -- who pitched very well today in a 4-2 loss to the dodgers and was done in by crappy fielding.
It's an amusing aspect to what was otherwise a lousy day which I won't dwell on ....
I know what you're thinking.
Hold on. There are times when Petit reminds you of Greg Maddux, even if
in an abstract way. Petit threw 62 strikes and 20 balls on Sunday.
That's kind of like Maddux, right? He mixed and matched, hit his spots,
and at his best, completely confused hitters. His masterpiece last week
was almost as good as Maddux's best game. Hey, he's a control maven who
can miss bats. If we can compare every skinny Dominican pitcher with a
changeup to Pedro Martinez -- "You traded Felix Diaz for Kenny Lofton?
But he's the next ..." -- we can compare Petit to Maddux.
So, Yusmaddux Petit.
You hate it because Petit was a
minor league free agent who may or may not be a worthwhile rotation
experiment on a contending team. Greg Maddux was one of the best
pitchers in baseball history.
Except you're missing the
beauty. When he hangs a slider and gives up a 400-foot dinger, you can
turn to the person sitting next to you and dismissively say, "Yeah, Mike Maddux."
He is both. He is a master of
command. He can be hard to hit. He can be easy to hit. He can strike
batters out. He can give up long home runs. He is a blessing and a
curse, but mostly a blessing. He is the Maddux brothers in one package,
kind of like the Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt split cartridge,
except your cousin dropped your light gun in the toilet last year, so
you can't even play the other game. Yusmaddux Petit.
Okay, maybe not.
More like Mike Maddux. Who was actually pretty okay, looking back.