Not so fast

I don't always enjoy the musings of Bill Plaschke but his most recent piece on Greg Maddux's first home game as a Dodger caught my eye. Especially the poetic beginning. I'll take a liberty of quoting the first couple of paragraphs here, for your pleasure. Just make sure, you read the whole thing:

Third pitch, a hit.

Fourth pitch, another hit.

One minute into his first Dodger Stadium journey as
a Los Angeles Dodger pitcher Tuesday, Greg Maddux
was lost in the Rockies, two guys on base, blank stare
on his face, and you could feel a ripple across the Ravine.

Here he comes. The guy with the thinning record
and wrinkled ERA. Cy Old.

Five days after a debut as the Maddux everyone revered
-- six no-hit innings in Cincinnati -- he was on the verge of
being the Maddux everyone feared.

Then he shrugged and showed why he is baseball’s
greatest pitcher whose entire arsenal can be
described in three words.

Not so fast.

And then Plaschke goes on to describe everything else so great about Maddux in his first outing at Chavez Ravine. Really well put article.