I take a deep breath. So does my father. You can’t describe in a few tidy sentences, off the cuff, what it was like to watch Pedro Martinez pitch in 1999 and 2000. To paraphrase Joe Mantegna in “Searching for Bobby Fischer,” Pedro was better at pitching than you or I will ever be at anything. He had swagger. He had four A-plus pitches. He had everything. He spurred me to buy tickets from scalpers when I was broke. I would do it again. I watched Pedro Martinez pitch at his apex at Fenway Park. I get to brag about this when I’m old. He’s the one guy who didn’t cheat. He definitely didn’t cheat. I bet anything, the man did not cheat.
Do I say this to my son? No. He wouldn’t believe me.
A rather excellent article by Bill Simmons