The true hallmark of a terrible team is, in my opinion, the cabal of completely random pitchers who start a baseball game for a Major League Baseball team.
In the mid-to-late 2000s, the hardcore Kansas City Royals fans remember the names of Lenny DiNardo, Brandon Duckworth, Dusty Hughes, Anthony Lerew, Bobby Keppel, Billy Buckner. The list goes on. These pitchers started games because they were, more or less, merely warm bodies who were trained to throw a baseball in a way that the Mitch Maiers and Drew Buteras of the world just simply weren’t.