There was a time, a time before today. When the starting pitcher reigned supreme. When people believed everything they read on Twitter. This was an age when only aces were allowed to strike out 14 while giving up just three hits. And in Miami, one pitcher was more ace then the rest. His name was Jose Fernandez. He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a fastball that could make a wolverine purr and breaking pitches so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo. In other words, Jose Fernandez was the balls.
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