Stephen Strasburg and Roger Clemens have both been knocked from their perches atop the mound.
From baseball's muttonchop-and-woolens beginning, a great arm has been worth a great deal. It is also a truth that great arms are not just a limited resource, but a fickle one; a physical mystery more alchemy than biology.
One of baseball's charms has always been its timelessness. So how can the world's slowest game survive in a time that demands instantaneous analysis in 140 characters or less?