*sigh* I used to be proud of my Wiffle Ball pitching prowess in the early 90s. Then Hardball Talk alerted me to the greatest Wiffle Ball pitcher in the history of everything. It made me happy and sad quicker than when I saw Bambi when I was five. Let's go to the tape...
I struck out seven times watching that.
I'm also inclined to believe my grandma was just placating my ego back during my playing days. She struck out a lot but blamed it on not being able to see and being old. Now I have to question my ability.
This turn of events has shaken my baseball knowledge to its core. Does Jack Morris belong in the Hall of Fame now? I'm so confused.