Or, "Where can you find an honest man these days?"
I'll tell you: Pittsburgh.
("NO," you're saying. "NOT ANOTHER POST ABOUT YOUR LOSER PIRATES.")
Yes. Another post about my loser Pirates.
Who, first of all, did not lose last night, beating those degenerates from St. Louis 3-1. And who, second of all, are true and pure and honest, because something happened that hardly ever happens in baseball, and not at all in much of what passes for American life these days.
What happened was, Starling Marte got hit by a pitch in the fourth inning. And then refused to takes his base when the ump told him to take his base.
This is because he was not actually hit by the pitch.
No, sir. The pitch, it seems, hit the end of his bat. The ump missed the call. Marte, however, did not. And so even though he could have kept his mouth shut and taken his base -- I mean, the ump said he could, so why wouldn't he? -- he spoke up and said, uh, dude, the pitch didn't hit me.
Who does that? Especially in a day and age when getting away with whatever you can get away with has been practically raised to a national virtue?
So, kudos, Starling. And kudos to my Pirates.
And to the rest of you, this.
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