This was not Pat Misch’s night.
One and a third innings pitched. Eight runs, all earned, on seven hits, and three of those hits home runs. Forty-two pitches, and six of those to Adam LaRoche, who struck out.
I don’t know why I want to subtract those, but I do.
So seven hits in thirty-six pitches. Eight runs on thirty-six pitches, which means he gave up, on average, one run every four and a half throws to the plate.
For all the talk of Pat Misch being “Tom Glavine-like,” it’s important to point out that Glavine was somewhat of a punk until 1991. Misch has pitched about 140 innings. Glavine pitched many more than that at the end of his first four seasons. (Click here for the summed stat line on Glavine, 1987-1990. I know it’s off to compare the two this way, but hopefully you take this to mean I don’t think they should be compared.)
I don’t know if it’s going to work out for the guy; I hope it does. I think, though, that with the Sword of Damocles dangling over homeboy’s career, it’d behoove him to work things out at least a LITTLE, and quickly.
Lots of guys are gunning to carry the dirty laundry that’s owned by the guy who carries Santana’s dirty laundry. And if things are really working out, one would hope that Mike Pelfrey, John Maine, Jon Niese, Bobby Parnell, and, what the hell, Nelson Figueroa are working to fill that laundry carrier’s laundry carrier position.
Your advantage, Pat Misch and underperformers, can’t just be that you’re cheap.
