Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

Today, I read this article about knuckle ballers (all two of them!) in the major league. Back when I was a young buck, my dad would throw a knuckler at me when we were playing catch just to goof around a bit. Before I quit little league, he taught me how to throw a knuckle ball and even though I couldn't make it dance (I was too noodle-armed... at the time), it was still crazy watching it fly with no rotation.

(Side note: My parents and my brother used to go trick or treating with Tom Candiotti and his kid when he was playing for the Athletics. We were friends with his agent's family so my brother, Candiotti's son and my brother's friend would dress up like kids do and beg our neighbors for candy.)