The start of the season is a special time, statistically. The fresh canvas yet unspoiled by slumps and significant sample sizes makes for beautiful art, where one good day at the dish can turn an ugly start into business as usual. Hot Aprils live much longer in the memory than any other time of year. April’s edition of Arbitrary Endpoint Theatre is Shakespeare when compared to the Byzantine off-off-off-off-Broadway performance of a May 3-June 2 hot run.
No player wants to be the last on the club to collect a hit. No player wants their slash line to start .000. Currently five players are on the hitless schneid, provided 10 plate appearances. In a stunning bit of journalism, I predict at least four of them to get a hit at some point during the remainder of the season. But don’t quote me.
The woes of the hitless are well known and routinely documented. But what about the other side, those who can hit but cannot walk? Can we spare a feeling for those who sport an on base percentage identical to their batting average? Getting Blanked would like you to meet the Rascal Scooters – the players unable to walk.
