There is an oft-told story of Ronald Reagan doing play-by-play on the radio for games that he didn’t even attend, but read off a ticker.
I was reminded of this when I read the following piece.
Clembons stares down Rat Batson from the mound, instilling their dominance over the Tacos’ embattled hitter. The pitch comes, a fastball over the heart of the plate. Rat Batson has been in this situation before. More often than not, be it through fear and trepidation, or be it through lack of reaction and reflexes, the pitch is in the catcher’s mitt before Batson has even had time to think.
Yes, shades of the most florid sports writing this side of Grantland Rice. But this is a game where the explicit outputs are “0-1, strike looking.” I still stand by Blaseball = community art project.