FENNO: Stop with the panic and start enjoying Stephen Strasburg for his ability

Story Topics
Question of the Day

Is it still considered bad form to talk politics during a social gathering?

View results

ANALYSIS/OPINION

Little arouses the anxieties of red cap-wearing Washingtonians more than the sight of Stephen Strasburg shaking his right arm.

The last pitch the Nationals right-hander threw in Atlanta on Monday night touched 98 miles per hour. But that wasn’t enough — oh, not even close — to quell the wave of near-panic over his pitching arm’s health.

All thanks to a couple of those barely noticeable arm shakes during the six-inning outing during which his fastball command wavered and manager Davey Johnson offering the possibility of — gasp — forearm tightness. That was enough to unleash a wave of unease, as if the city faced a few inches of snow or, gulp, Robert Griffin III’s ongoing right knee rehabilitation somehow fell short of superhuman.

Actually, Strasburg is fine. The pitcher said so. Same with Johnson. Same with general manager Mike Rizzo.

The explanation pointed to an electrical impulse machine irritating a nerve in Strasburg’s forearm, hardly the stuff of catastrophic arm injuries. The city, for the moment, can exhale. Strasburg’s arm remains attached to his body and, if the Monday outing that caused such consternation is any indication, still capable of zinging upper-90s fastballs during his scheduled start Saturday in Pittsburgh.

That didn’t brush aside the fear that lurks behind each pitch, fear that points to the blown-out arms of onetime phenoms like Mark Prior and Kerry Wood, fear that doesn’t forget that awful instant back in August 2010 when Strasburg threw a change-up and something popped inside his right elbow.

That was the last time many folks saw Strasburg shaking his arm (though, if you watch closely, the movement has cropped up from time to time since he returned to the mound in 2011).

But each jiggle of his arm revives the creeping fear, founded or fallacy, that all this could happen again.

Strasburg has put the Tommy John surgery to reconstruct the ulnar collateral ligament in his elbow behind him, but, really, the rest of us haven’t. Other than Griffin’s knee, there’s not a more studied, discussed or fretted-about joint in Washington.

There isn’t a middle ground for Strasburg. Each pitch has to be perfect. If not, questions follow about what’s wrong with him because, well, something must be if he surrenders a handful of hits or walks a few batters. His average fastball velocity sits at 95.7 mph, according to FanGraphs, a hair below last season, and his strikeouts per nine innings dipped from 11.1 to 8.7. Strasburg is also just six starts into his second full season in the big leagues, 51 starts in all, which is easy to forget for an athlete who seems to have been around much longer than he has.

Struggle, even a game’s worth, comes as a sort of shock that, yes, the generational talent is all too human.

He’s also a pitcher. And therein lies the problem.

Throwing a baseball isn’t natural. Sure, Strasburg can do so much better than better than 99.9 percent of the general population. But he’s dogged by the same risk as any pitcher that, at some point, the whole unnatural, mesmerizing, whiff-inducing motion will, once again, damage his arm. The microscopic tears from each routine pitch will accumulate and, one day, another pop.

Deep breaths.

Story Continues →

View Entire Story

© Copyright 2014 The Washington Times, LLC. Click here for reprint permission.

Comments
blog comments powered by Disqus
Get Adobe Flash player