Carlos Zambrano is crazy and I don't mean the good kind of crazy. I mean the kind of crazy that's not conducive to athleticism. It's not intensity, it's insanity.
Carlos and the Cubs came to Atlanta in the beginning of April, and with it they brought his very special brand of dealing with adversity. Complete and total emotional implosion. Not the crying kind, the hulk smash kind.
Hulk smash however is not conducive to being an effective pitcher. I reference to demeanor's of Greg Maddux or Mariano Rivera. Serious, intense, but composed.
So that's why I knew after Chipper Jones and Brian Mccann reached on bloop hits, and the Braves young stud was on deck, it was "about to get good".
I found it extremely humorous when Jason Heyward got to take his first big league cuts against a very...aggravated Carlos Zambrano.
First Pitch: 94 mph up and in
Second Pitch: 94 mph up and in
Thrid pitch: 93 mph down and out over the plate. Heyward offers.
Result: Holy Shit
I'm half surprised that Zambrano didn't follow Heyward around the bases screaming at him and demanding a rematch.
Heyward must have been given the scouting book on hitting Zambrano. The book on Zambrano is a little different from most pitchers. I happen to have obtained a copy from an unnamed professional scout.
1. Don't look him in the eye
2. Avoid red colors
3. Don't turn your back to him under any circumstances
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