The term “pitchers duel” has always been a little funny – hard to punctuate – to me. There’s so much that goes into an at-bat, an inning, a game, that it’s really hard to know whether a low-scoring game is the result of great pitching, terrible hitting, or a spectacular conflagration of both. The number of times the Giants had to “tip their cap” to some middle-of-the-rotation spaz from wherever was so ridiculous that aside from leaving my cap permanently tipped, I couldn’t really trust a boxscore. Every time I heard about some pitcher having a “great” outing, I had to check who he had pitched against.
But then tonight happened, and it was spectacular, and it was a duel.