Contact hitting. Control hitting. It's a largely dead art and it's that much deader with Murphy gone. Our power all the way through the lineup is a nice thing, but I don't know how many times I can take going through the fifth with a no-hitter going against us. I don't know how many times I'm supposed to congratulate Granderson or Duda on well struck outs that got eaten up by the shift. I'd rather have the mid-70s Reds than the early sixties Yankees as it were. I mean, it's sure nice to be a good enough that that's something like a real choice, but with the power-ball era over, and the promulgation of shifts, somebody is going to be ahead of the curve on returning to Wee Willie Keeler's philosophy, hitting 'em where they ain't, using the whole field, bunting to keep the defense honest, and protecting with two strikes. I'd like that to be my team. Doesn't have to be everybody certainly. Let Cespedes swing a big meat hook every at-bat. But our best teams thrived on the virtues of contact hitters like Hernandez and Backman as much as on the big-ripping ways of Strawberry and Johnson. And even more true was the complement they provided to each other.