We have robots that make baseball omniscience possible, hungry algorithms ingesting pitch speeds and release points and excreting velocity charts and heat maps. Every MLB game c. 2012 is more thoroughly documented than the Spanish-American War. This is mostly a good thing.
Matt Cain's perfection, R.A. Dickey's inspiring imperfection, a tasteful collection of erotica edited by Joaquin Arias, and a kitchen device called The Bixler that needs to be recalled, and quickly, before someone gets hurt.
On Saturday afternoon, Philip Humber won his 12th game as a Major Leaguer by throwing the 21st perfect game in baseball history. It was strange and beautiful and incredibly, hilariously random—and, actually, very nearly as perfect as "perfect game" suggests.