Watching Marquis pitch against the Rockies lineup reminds me of a little league story. I was 8 or 9, I think, whatever the youngest age they let you play against live pitching is. I was horrible and had sat the bench all season, outside of my obligatory inning (preferably, in the coach's mind, used when I had little chance to bat). We faced some kid who soft-tossed but had decent control and he befuddled our entire lineup, while I begged the coach to let me hit because I figured this kid threw my speed. I didn't get to bat that game, but we faced them in the playoffs and I blooped a double to right, the only time in my life I hit a ball to the outfield on the fly in competitive play.