Somewhere…some place…the narrators of our national pastime decided to begin to describe impressive pitching performances as ‘gems.’ The leap is not overly difficult to make. Definitions of the word ‘gem’ include “something that is valued for its beauty or perfection. Anyone who’s ever watched an artfully-tossed ballgame surely has little problem comparing it to a thing of beauty.
No, my difficulty does not lie in calling a sterling performance a ‘gem.’ Rather, I take issue with how we’ve now taken the term and lazily applied it to damn near everything, and, in essence, killed any real meaning the euphemism may have carried.
Case in point. Those who frequent this blog know I’m a diehard Mets fan. I also understand team’s home sites and their respective writers also occasionally tilt towards the less objective and attempt to paint a positive picture for their fans. Totally get it. Still, this is ridiculous.
Six innings. Four hits. Three runs (two earned). Three walks. And, yes, those nine Ks. Undoubtedly, a strong outing — even moreso for Maine given his previous efforts. But a gem? Can a six-inning effort even be considered such? A quality start…absolutlely…but gem is a stretch.
Why did this strike my nerve in particular today? Well, because Tim Lincecum happened to throw a very GEM-like game, yet I wouldn’t know from the headlines and leads I read. I get that the eventual storyline was an extra-inning 7-6 Phils win. But, umm, how about Timm-eh? Eight and a third. Three hits. Two runs. 11Ks. 1 walk. That, one could argue, is a gem. How the Giants then lost is beyond me and for another day.
So, the lesson in all this? If we’re going to celebrate ‘gems,’ let’s make sure they are such. Because the reckless throwing around of the terms is starting to make it hard to figure out if anyone did anything really good anymore.
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