Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.
- Fiona MacLeod, “The Lonely Hunter”
Like dead Scottish poets and their verse, Hunter Wood is tough to figure out.
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He has three pitches that verge on elite, and one that is pretty poor yet he still insists on throwing over five percent of the time, even if as a reliever he could get by with just his “good” pitches.