You know the thing about a shark, he’s got…lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eye. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah…
One thing I always admired about Jeff Samardzija was his confidence. I had followed his exploits at Valparaiso High School and Notre Dame and was a fan well before Jim Hendry convinced him to leave football behind. But as his Cubs career wore on, I grew weary of what I viewed more as baseless cockiness.
Sure, the guy had electric stuff.