Mitch Keller and I'd just exited the Pirates' clubhouse inside PNC Park late Friday night, the pitcher then veering one way, the reporter the other. We'd just been engaged in a bit of baseball talk, mostly about his revitalized slider and how it's fed off his sinker.
Good stuff. And being blunt here, it might've been needed on this end.
See, this was after yet another comatose outcome for Major League Baseball's most miserable offense, a 2-0 two-single gutting by the Giants in which Carlos Rodón hung as many zeroes as Ks on the big board with eight each, and I'm not going to lie: I took the elevator down from the press box all set to sink the figurative teeth into the subject.