I mean, what a goddamn lunatic. That ball was absolutely crushed. Friggin’ thing was hit so hard that it still ended up in the outfield after it smoked Rick Porcello in the head, and I’m pretty sure that he was on his feet before the ball even landed. Porcello then went on to laugh in the face of the trainers who were concerned that perhaps a ball hit at 114 MPH off a human skull might’ve caused some bodily harm, and then he finished the inning. That’s what it takes to win in October. Big ol’ balls and toughness that even hockey players would envy. Long Live Pretty Ricky.