You and I both know the feeling of dread whenever Mike Scioscia strolls onto the mound, looks at the bullpen, and pats his right hand on his left arm. This year, and for the duration of my short-term memory, there has only been one lefty in the bullpen, so Alvarez trots in. He’ll use his litany of pitches, the fastball away, the breaking ball down, and soon enough, more often than not, someone smacks a baseball into a place we don’t like. The hitter runs for the hills, or maybe trots, and Alvarez hangs his head, but the damage is done.
Are Jose Alvarez’s Days Numbered?
