Everybody who saw Stephen Strasburg last night felt like they were seeing something authentic, something hard to place. Even the plate umpire had to adjust to what he was dealing with. So, too, will the rest of the league.
Cliff Lee couldn't muster an intensity that would remind anybody of Jack Morris, boring a hole through his own catcher with his gaze. Instead, it was his almost flippant sense of calm and un-patterned approach to hitters that baffled the Yankees.