We don’t need to scream from the back of the Dickey congregation any longer. He’s been found by all at this point. It’s simply awesome to watch. A knuckleballer that’s captivating any baseball fan worth his salt. The story is amazing. But, more impressively, the pitching is amazing. Dickey’s array of knucklers is dazzling. The fast one. The slower one. The super-slow one.
In each start, he seems completely in command, controlling all of the knuckleball versions and making them dance as he’d like. The master puppeteer, artfully choreographing one breathtaking performance after another.
Sure, he’s also throwing the fastball for strikes – a pitch that is becoming increasingly effective as it continues to be juxtaposed against tumbling non-spinning knuckleballs of a dizzying variety. But it’s the always-intriguing knuckleball that has everyone mesmerized (and batters baffled).
To here him talk about, it seems so simple. Yet, nobody in recent history has mastered the usually tough-to-tame pitch to such a dominant degree. Let’s get the lesson from R.A.
P.S. Whatever you’re doing, sir, please keep doing it.
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