Busted inside, that is. As I watched Billy Burns get jammed, crowded, and tied up with fastballs inside, on his way to a 3 for 24 skid, all I could think was, "What the heck took you so long, league?" I have been waiting for teams to figure out how unwise it is to allow Burns to extend his arms and slash at pitches and how helpless he is against good hard stuff in on the hands.
Burns got the last (latest) laugh when he fought off an inside fastball in the 10th inning last night and "muscled" it (which in Burns-speak means "lofted a dying quail to right-center so equidistant between two inept outfielders that it somehow managed to land untouched") for a key double.