"When you can throw 97 miles an hour and put the ball over the plate anytime you want, it's fun"
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Power is the easiest kind of truth to sell, and Randy Johnson sells it with the breezy understatement of someone who knows exactly how unfair the advantage is. “When you can throw 97 miles an hour” isn’t just a flex; it’s a reminder that baseball, for all its pastoral mythology, is also a game of physics. Velocity turns decisions into reactions, shrinks a hitter’s world, and makes the strike zone feel like a private property line. The fun he’s talking about isn’t whimsical joy; it’s the pleasure of control.
Then he adds the real dagger: “and put the ball over the plate anytime you want.” Plenty of pitchers can light up a radar gun. The subtext here is that raw speed is noise without command. Johnson is separating dominance from spectacle, hinting at the sport’s deepest hierarchy: the great aren’t just gifted, they’re precise. He’s also quietly reframing “fun” as competence at the highest stress level. When you can dictate terms, pressure flips into play.
Context matters because Johnson’s legend was built on intimidation and consistency, not just highlights. A 6'10" left-hander hurling near-100 with late bite already feels like a glitch; pairing it with repeatable strikes makes it inevitable. The line lands because it punctures the romantic narrative that greatness is torment. Sometimes it’s simply enjoyable to be the problem no one can solve.
Then he adds the real dagger: “and put the ball over the plate anytime you want.” Plenty of pitchers can light up a radar gun. The subtext here is that raw speed is noise without command. Johnson is separating dominance from spectacle, hinting at the sport’s deepest hierarchy: the great aren’t just gifted, they’re precise. He’s also quietly reframing “fun” as competence at the highest stress level. When you can dictate terms, pressure flips into play.
Context matters because Johnson’s legend was built on intimidation and consistency, not just highlights. A 6'10" left-hander hurling near-100 with late bite already feels like a glitch; pairing it with repeatable strikes makes it inevitable. The line lands because it punctures the romantic narrative that greatness is torment. Sometimes it’s simply enjoyable to be the problem no one can solve.
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