You can title this one "Stuff I Don't Get Because I'm Old And I Remember When Things Were Built To Last."
Case in point: Starting pitchers.
Used to be you rode your horse until your horse couldn't go anymore, because it was the playoffs and that's why you paid him roughly the GNP of several European nations. Now your horse is a hothouse orchid, too fragile to be trusted beyond six or seven innings.
And so the scene in Fenway Park Sunday night, with the Tigers up 5-1 and rolling behind Max Scherzer. He'd given up two hits and one run. He'd struck out 13. The Red Sox could barely see him, let alone hit him.
Naturally it was time to pull Mad Max and go to your barely functional bullpen.
Which, of course, gave the game away, surrendering five runs including David Ortiz' grand slam in the eighth.
I've been told this is smart strategy by people who know more about baseball than I do. I think it's not so smart to pull a guy who's shown no evidence that anyone can reliably hit him, and hand the ball to a bunch of guys whose track record in that area is suspect at best. I think it's like throwing out milk before it goes bad because you think at some point it's going to go bad.
Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb.