Bill Plaschke: Falling in love with the pitch clock is easy. Embrace baseball's new reality.
LOS ANGELES — Two minutes, one out! One minute, two outs! Two minutes, three outs!
Batter up, batter down, batter up, batter down, batter up, batter down.
Groundoutflyoutflyout.
So went the accounting of the first half inning of the Dodgers' game Friday night against the Arizona Diamondbacks, a shining example of baseball's greatest new look since the invention of bubble gum.
I love the pitch clock.
The half-inning lasted all of five minutes. The Dodgers' Dustin May was swiftly dealing. The Diamondbacks hitters were harried and hustling. It was fast. It was furious. It was fun.
I adore the pitch clock.
It's baseball on legal steroids. It's baseball's ancient board game become today's video game. It's the coolest thing to happen to baseball since the debut of eye black. It's the first time
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