Sometimes I forget how good Major League baseball players are at what they do. After spending hours fielding fly balls and grounders in high school, we would get to the game and still boot two or three plays in just such a horrendous fashion I’m sure our parents wondered if we actually practiced or just played home run derby for five hours after school each day.
Today, the Reds reminded me of my high school team. Missed cut offs, not covering the bag, baserunning TOOTBLANS along every inch of the paths. Any one would be excusable as a regular brain fart, but as the mental errors approached double digits, I wondered where exactly were these Jim Riggleman fundamentals?