In the clutch, bats grew slow and tentative. On the bases, veterans found their instincts gone haywire as they inexplicably ran in the wrong direction. The worst of all contagious baseball diseases — pressing under pressure — became epidemic. Journeyman players, made confident by their reincarnation in pinstripes, suddenly reverted to humbler pedigrees. Like clowns at a masked ball removing their masks, folks like Rick Reuschel, Larry Milbourne, Aurelio Rodriguez and Jerry Mumphrey began resembling the lowly Cubs, Mariners, Senators and Padres they once had been. —Tom Boswell, “Indecent Exposure,” Inside Sports, December 1981 Another of those quotes that stayed with me for more than four decades, written after the MFYs fell to the Dodgers. I was moved to look it up this summer when the Mets had suddenly imported a Pirate, a Red, a Cub and a Giant, three of whom were nowhere near the postseason a year earlier. Seeing as how two World Series before 1981, the Pirates were, to a tangible extent, propelled by in-season trades for Bill Madlock and Tim Foli, this pedigree business is probably hogwash. Boswell saw a throughline he liked and rode it. I do appreciate he got in a plug for his long gone hometown Senators.