When a player is said by his teammates or manager to be “scuffling,” or, more often, for even greater Morale-sustaining delicacy, “scuffling just a little bit,” it generally means he is stinking up the joint like stinkweed in a reefer. “Grinding” is a verb used ostensibly as a compliment, meaning “at least the big schlub is trying,” despite repeatedly scuffling more than a little bit.
What has made this season so great for Preposterous Understatement is that there are not one but two players — both former stars, both of whom play for Washington-area teams — who have been having some of the worst years, statistically, in baseball history. Washington Nationals relief pitcher Trevor Rosenthal early this season found it nearly impossible to get any batters out. At one point he was “Mr. Infinity,” because that was his earned run average. If you don’t know anything about baseball, having an earned run average of infinity is a degree of professional incompetence similar to a pharmacist who accidentally puts massive quantities of laxatives in every drug he dispenses.
Then there is Chris Davis, unfortunately nicknamed “Crush” Davis, for his erstwhile ability to hit the ball hard and far. This fabulously remunerated first baseman for the Baltimore Orioles was, as of this writing, hitting .189. That would be the batting average of a man forced to swing a balloon bat.
Naturally, at various times, both of these players have been described as “scuffling” and/or “grinding.”
I actually like Preposterous Understatements. Consider the most heroic of all time, by Apollo 13 commander Jim Lovell: “Houston, we’ve had a problem.”
So there’s no reason baseball should monopolize this resource. Imagine the possibilities.
“The Nazis were rude.”
“Okay, Mrs. Jones, you need to bear down now. When the baby arrives, you might feel a little unpleasantness.”
“Brexit plans have experienced a slight hiccup.”
“Scarlett Johansson has a nice personality.”
“Chernobyl has not become a popular tourist destination.”
“I think my kid might have been a little embarrassed when I performed an impromptu kazatsky dance at his graduation.”
“Casu marzu — maggot-infested cheese from Sardinia — is perhaps not to everyone’s taste.”
And finally, returning to baseball:
“The infield fly rule — which establishes that an infield fly is a fair flyball (not including a line drive nor an attempted bunt) that can be caught by an infielder with ordinary effort, when first and second or first, second and third bases are occupied, and before two are out, meaning the batter is automatically out at the moment the umpire signals or declares ‘infield fly,’ regardless of whether the ball is subsequently caught or dropped, thus eliminating the possibility of a fielder-coerced double or triple play, although in such cases the ball is deemed still in play and runners already on base may advance (at their own risk) if the ball is not caught or tag up and advance if it is caught — might confuse some people.”
Thanks to Kathleen Giotta Delano, Jenna Self, Jim Bradberry and Luke Baker.
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