Justin Grimm had the stuff to be a lights-out high-leverage arm, but was all too frequently one of the most frustrating and appropriately named pitchers in baseball. When he was locating his fastball, his thicc curves would twerk all over hitters and Father Time like like a modern-day Morgana. Those benders snapped off from 12 to 6 in an instant, getting dirty and inducing whiffs like a first-date pit check.
But when the heater wasn’t working, Grimm is exactly what the reliever’s chances were against big league hitters. It’s hard to get away with 4.39 BB/9 when you’re basically throwing twice as many strikeouts and giving up half as many home runs.