We pan across a desolate street in a town in the old west. Facing each other and separated by 10 paces or so are two figures, their hands hovering above their holsters. On one side is Wyatt Baseball Writer. On the other is The Small Sample Size Kid.
WBW: Stop trying to tell me he’s not good.
SSSK: It’s only been 24 games. That is not enough evidence to support your claim.
WBW: I’m tired of you and your rules.
SSSK: Tell me, Wyatt, what rule do you sputter out every April to explain away the struggles of a player or team you expected to be better?