Day 16 of 2026 baseball books: Fast, furious and fearless folklore, backed up by the facts

“Nolan: The Singular Life
of an American Original”

The author: Tim Brown
The details: Grand Central Publishing/Hachette, 352 pages, $30, released May 19, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


So Young, So Great:
Bob Feller Electrifies
Baseball and America”

The author: Jim Ingraham
The details: University of Nebraska Press, 280 pages, $36.95, due for release June 1, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

Jacob Misiorowski, so young and so … worrisome.

The Milwaukee Brewers’ 24-year-old seems to be on a fast-track for success just months into his second full season. We thought things were rushed a bit when they included him on the National League All Star team in July when he’d just made a few starts and started moving the needle on social media.

Let the record show that on May 8, 2026, the 6-foot-7 right-hander threw the seven fastest pitches ever recorded by a starting pitcher.

Some, in the same inning.

Taken out after 95 pitches, going long enough to be credited for the win in a 6-0 blanking of the New York Yankees, Misiorowski hit the 103 mile-per-hour mark 10 times. He topped out at 103.6 with the last pitch of the first inning — getting Aaron Judge to fly out to right, before striking him out twice in subsequent matchups).

“The Miz” did this all wearing a cringe-worthy, weird-blue “Wisco” Nike City Connect jersey that years from now will cause MLB historians, as well as Brewers fans, to be horrified.

According to data collected in the Statcast era that began in 2008, a starting pitcher in an MLB game had thrown a fastball clocked at 103 mph or greater just four times prior to that day. Included in that 18-year span was one previously delivered by Misiorowski — just seven days earlier. It came as he was in amidst throwing a no hitter, and had to come out after 5 1/3 innings against Washington because of a hamstring cramp.

Misiorowski, at this moment, has thrown 11 of the fastest 14 pitches ever by a starter. That’s a line of demarcation when compared to hired-gun relievers such as  Aroldis Chapman (105.8 mph in 2010 for Cincinnati, 105.7 mph in 2016 for the Yankees), Ben Joyce (105.5 mph in 2024 for the Angels) and Mason Miller (104.5 mph in the 2025 post-season for San Diego).

In throwing his fastball about two-thirds of the time, Misiorowski has what’s also called a “perceived velocity” of more than 105 mph. His extra-large frame and long arms drive down off the mound and toward the batter with a release point much closer to what they are used to seeing. “A gangly stick of dynamite who is exploding past previous notions of what is possible for starting pitchers,” is how one writer sized him up.

Misiorowski is just the latest unique metronome, keeping his own time, tempo and rhythm. He also has the cool, somewhat mythological back story. Pronounced miz-uh-ROW-skee, he went to of Grain Valley High just outside Kansas City. During the 2002 June MLB draft that took place at L.A. Live during the MLB All-Star festivities, Milwaukee took him at No. 63. Twenty-six pitchers were taken ahead of him. The Angels (taking shortstop Zach Neto at No. 13) and the Dodgers (taking catcher Dalton Rushing at No. 40) had their sights on other targets.

Misiorowski may have been stashed away at Crowder Junior College in Neosho, Missouri, about three hours south of K.C. — where Interstates 44 and 49 merge near by the Arkansas/Oklahoma/Kansas border on the western edge of the Ozarks — but the Brewers knew.

When some try to handicap the early markers of the 2026 NL Cy Young race, it’s easy to be marveled at how Misiorowski, who struck out a team-record 11 for an Opening Day appearance, has launched almost as many fastballs at 100 mph or swifter just in his last four starts (143) as every other starter in MLB combined has thrown all season (144). He is also on pace to roll up the greatest strikeout ratio (14.1 strikeouts per nine innings) of any starter in history.

Assuming he makes it to enough innings.

Milwaukee Brewers manager Pat Murphy has compared Misiorowski to “a young prizefighter finding his way.” Others see him in line with contemporaries Paul Skenes or Hunter Greene. His age-to-production ratio so far is like Felix Hernandez.

Maybe, someday, the names Feller and Ryan will come into the conversation. As long as he isn’t a Mark Fidrych, Kerry Wood, Mark Pryor. Or Steve Dalkowski.

Joe Posnanski wrote in a May 15 Substack post:

I watch Jacob Misiorowski’s impossible feats of strength with anxiety and worry. I want to enjoy (his accomplishments) the way I enjoyed watching Nolan Ryan or Rob Dibble or Justin Verlander throwing blazing pitches.

Alas, when I watch Misiorowski pitch, I can’t help but see the “Misiorowski Feels Elbow Discomfort; Will Skip Next Start” headline, followed by, “Brewers Optimistic That Miz Will Not Need Surgery,” followed by “Misiorowski Hope For Quick Recovery from Tommy John.”

But what can you do? Ask The Miz to throw slower? I mean, that’s not viable.

I sometimes wonder: Would baseball be a better game if teams were allowed to use only two pitchers on any given day? This is not a serious suggestion — it’s obviously not going to happen — but more like a thought experiment. Pitchers used to maxing out for five innings would find it hard to adjust to their new reality.

But what would happen long term? I imaginevelocity would drop, pitchers would develop more secondary pitches, the knuckleball would return into the game, star pitchers who could throw 250 or 300 great innings would become the most valuable commodity in the game. I think, in time, pitchers would adjust because they’d have no choice but to adjust.

I’m not saying that’s a better brand of baseball — in many ways, it’s not — but for people my age, it’s a more familiar game.

Because we have reams of history to reference in this case.

What was Nolan Ryan doing at age 24?

He had been with the New York Mets’ organization for six seasons, and was a 10-game winner at that point. But also a 14-game loser. With three complete games in 26 starts over 150-plus innings. The Mets didn’t really know what to do with him, so after that 1971 season, they shipped him to the California Angels. The eight-time All Star wasn’t done until 1993 when he was 46 — almost twice Misiorwoski’s current age.

When Bob Feller reached his 24rd birthday, he was a full-grown man wearing a U.S. Navy coveralls as a chief petty officer aboard the USS Alabama during the height of World War II. He had enlisted the day after the Pearl Harbor attacked in 1941.

By that point, it felt as if Feller had already has a lifetime of experiences in Major League Baseball. From 1936 to 1941, from the age 17 through 22, Feller had 117 complete games in 175 starts for the Cleveland Indians. He was top three in the AL MVP voting three times. At age 19 — the number he eventually wore on his jersey — he made his first of four All Star games in a row. He would have likely won four Cy Young Awards during that run had that had been a thing at that time.

In 2024, Joe Posnanski did a Substack post called “Revisiting Greatness,” as he decided he wanted to examine all 270 Baseball Hall of Fame plaques and rank them, in order, of those that were in the most need of rewriting. Of Feller’s plaque, which came in at No.188 on his list, Posnanski noted how the stats just don’t jump off the plaque that maybe they once did. He wrote: “I’m not sure why the plaque doesn’t include Feller’s multiple awesome nicknames, “Rapid Robert” and “Heater from Van Meter.”
When awesome baseball records are set, there’s a strong temptation to believe that they will never be broken. And some probably never will be broken … I’m sure that when Bob Feller was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1962, nobody could imagine the great records on his plaque being surpassed. But then a guy named Nolan Ryan came along.”

Can’t recall anyone asking Ryan or Feller to throw slower and preserve their health. Different times, different mindsets.

Connecting Misiorowski to Ryan to Feller isn’t a fair real linear exercise at this moment. Nor will it really be years from now. But the way history will document any of this makes it all the more intriguing. Because the one thing we know they all shared: They all threw a baseball pretty damn fast. By whatever measurements were best available at the time, and whatever medium (radio, TV, social media) were best at conveying those stories.


New York Newsday columnist Steve Jacobson started a piece in August of 1989 this way:

Every time the smoke of another of those showcase gems by Nolan Ryan, the baffling Old Man of fastball pitchers, reaches Cleveland, Bob Feller feels a twinge. Perhaps it can be interpreted as a twinge of jealousy; it’s a definite twinge.

Feller was the Strikeout King of the early days when radio and then television told us about the romance of the fastball. Feller accepts compliments as comfortably as he accepts paid autograph sessions. He won 266 games from 1936 to 1956 and missed almost all of four seasons during World War II. He won 25 the year before he left and 26 the full year he returned, so he might have won another 80 or 100 games.

“Ryan has us on longevity,” Feller said. “My wife says his arm must have been built on a Wednesday. I still say (Walter) Johnson must have been the fastest.”

Feller still owns the record for the fastest fastball in the semi-official clockings listed by the Hall of Fame. Ryan’s best is 100.8 mph. Feller’s was 107.9. He’ll stand up to defend that mark.

The strikeout records are subject to interpretation. When Ryan struck out 383 in 1973, it was during the era of the designated hitter and he didn’t get to throw to a single pitcher. But when Feller struck out 348 in 1946, a strikeout was still a strikeout.

The Anaheim Stadium message board during the ninth inning of a game Nolan Ryan pitched when first measured by a speed gun in 1974.

If these are the hairs you choose to split, consider that on April 26, 1990, Ryan, at age 43, tied Feller for career one-hitters with 12, a masterful effort over the visiting Chicago White Sox in a 1-0 complete-game triumph. When Feller was 43, he had been retired for six seasons.

When Ryan threw his record-extending seventh no-hitter in 1991, he was 44, the oldest to achieve such a feat and the first to do it in three different decades. Of Feller’s three no-hitters, the most remarkable is the one on Opening Day 1940. He was just 21.

At some point during that 1990 season, the 71-year-old Feller chimed in again for the record:

“Ryan’s a good pitcher. He’s learned how to pace himself. He’s learned how to pitch. But he’s mad at me because I’ve said that I could throw harder than he can. I don’t know why that bothers him. When Walter Johnson said he could throw ‘a mite harder’ than me back when I was just coming up, it never bothered me.

“My fastball was once timed at 98.6 miles per hour by photo-electric cells at home plate, but by then it was losing speed, maybe as much as 15 miles per hour. That was long before the radar gun they use now. The radar gun gives you the average speed of a pitch from the mound to the plate. On a radar gun, I would’ve averaged 105 to 107 miles per hour.”

When Feller died in 2010 at age 92 of leukemia, columnist Joe Posnanski, a Cleveland native, wrote:

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Day 14 of 2026 baseball books: Any legal recourse to egalitarian promises not delivered?

Bleacher Seats and
Luxury Suites:
Democracy and Division at the
Twentieth-Century Ballpark


The author: Seth S. Tannenbaum, Ph.D.
The details: University of Illinois Press, 304 pages, $30; released March 31, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

To anyone of a certain age still most profoundly comfortable printing out an airline boarding pass because this idea that a QR code will stay secure in your smart phone after TSA is done running it through their radio-active scanners — or, more realistic, the problematic consequences of watching that smart phone fall into a Terminal 5 restroom urinal just 10 minutes before Group 12 is called — the plight of Errol Segal doesn’t sound all that bothersome.

A so-called “long-time season-seat holder” — as if that is a necessary qualification — Segal’s end game recently was to just get the Dodgers to just give him printed-out Dodger Stadium entrance tickets. Yes, everyone else seems A-OK with the post-COVID practice of having tickets downloaded to an app, to be waved in front of an infrared light with the aid of a very useful employee there to problem solve. You just hope this works through your glass-cracked phone screen, and, if you’ve bought tickets on the secondary market, the company’s software is compatible with with the stadium’s approved ticketing partner.

Plus, Segal is just fine with his flip phone and how it fits in his day-to-day business. His age or whether he can afford some kind of iPhone/Android upgrade shouldn’t be a factor either.

It’s perhaps with some irony that this story didn’t seem to grab many people’s attention until — thanks to modern technology — it became a thing on social media.

Those seeking more intel on Segal’s struggle and his feeling he had been “thrown under the bus” by the team’s administrators sticking to policy could access a) an extended video interview Segal did on a local TV news channel that, after airing a couple times, was now on the company’s website; b) the MSN.com cut-and-paste steal of a California Post story; c) AOL hjijacking a story it found on the demographically-aligned Fox News Channel; d) an earnest follow-up piece by the helpful publisher of the Los Cerritos Community News, and e) this Facebook post that, of course, didn’t quite frame the fan’s age accurately according to other reports, and then provided a perfectly toxic discussion thread, where punctuation-challenged pinheads could chime in with things like:

“Ill be that guy. If you cant use an iPhone in 2026, thats on you. He was 63 when the first iPhone came out. Im sure hes smart, hes had plenty of time to learn how to use apps. Also, iPhones are pretty user friendly for the older community”

“Lots of people feeling sorry for this guy who has had season tickets for 50 years … nah. I appreciate his fandom, but it’s better for him if he learns to live in today’s world. I’m sure someone can teach him how to use a phone. If it’s the learning something new that’s frustrating, that’s not the Dodgers’ problem. I’m GenX, and when we started working, we had to learn how to use all kinds of technology, still working, have learned to use AI, and will continue to learn my whole life. “I don’t know how” is a lame excuse.”

“Can’t wait for the Gen Z’s to get rejected cuz the eye scan doesn’t recognize ‘ancient eye rolls’ in the 22th century!”

“Wait til he tries to buy a hotdog with a $20”

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Day 8 of 2026 baseball book reviews: Word up

“Baseballisms: A Murders’ Row
of Metaphors and Idioms”

The author: Leonard Skonecki
The details: McFarland, 334 pages, $59.95/$49.95
The links: The publisher, Bookshop.org
The slight confusion: The publisher lists it at $49.95 in stock. Amazon (please don’t buy it there) also has it for that price, as of March 19, ’26. Bookshop has it for $59.94, available as of May 22, ’26. Target also offers it at $49.99 starting in May.


A review in 90 feet or less:

Leonard Skonecki, right, poses with former Fostoria mayor Eric Keckler. (Credit: The Review Times)

Bless you, Leonard Skonecki.

While not a renowned linguist but a dedicated and curious reader/researcher finding something meaningful and purposeful in retirement, Skonecki is best described as “well-known in Fostoria.” That’s from our own research in the matter.

Through a parallel search, we find Fostoria is “a city located at the convergence of Hancock, Seneca and Wood counties in the northwestern part of the U.S. state of Ohio. The population was 13,046 in the 2020 Census, slightly down from 13,441 at the 2010 Census. It is approximately 40 miles south of Toledo and 90 miles north of Columbus.”

It was named after Charles W. Foster, a local businessman. His son, also named Charles, became governor of Ohio and U.S. Secretary of the Treasury under Benjamin Harrison.

It is also was once famous for making glass.

Now we have a visual.

Skonecki’s author bio notes he once wrote for the weekly Fostoria Focus newspaper, which had a bold run between 1994 until 2014. He also worked in the reference department of the Kaubisch Memorial Public Library.

“Now retired, he lives in Fostoria, Ohio,” the bio wraps up.

We also learned from another source Skonecki “was born and raised in Fostoria and graduated from St. Wendelin High School in 1968. He then lived in Toledo and Dayton and returned to Fostoria in 1995. He has served as the president of the Fostoria Area Historical Society, and also worked for WFOB where he hosted the Friday edition of the Talk@10 interview show.”

Now, we have context.

His body of work includes an appearance in the 2013 documentary  “History of Fostoria (Vol. 1),” and, because you can’t stop the flow of important material but you can only hope to contain it, Skonecki reprized his role in the 2014 update “History of Fostoria (Vol. 2).”

Last January, Skonecki was the guest presenter for “Fostoria First & Originals” at the Fostoria Learning Center as part of its “America 250” celebration. Flyers were distributed as the city noted on its Facebook post that it was a moment in time where “Fostoria history comes to life.”

This follows up from a time in April of 2024 when the Seneca County Museum started a “speaker series” where Skonecki presented a program on the robbery of the First National Bank of Fostoria. On May 3, 1934, John Dillinger and one of his gang, Homer Van Meter, robbed the bank of $17,299. In the course of the robbery, nine persons were shot, including Fostoria Police Chief Franklin Culp.  In order to make a safe getaway, Dillinger and Van Meter took two bank employees hostage.

“Leonard will be sharing information about the robbery, related events, and how it affected the persons most directly involved,” the information noted. “He will also allow time for questions.”

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Day 5 of 2026 baseball book reviews: M(ake) E(nshittification) T(errible) S(omewhere) in the N.Y. branding

Embrace the disgraced general concept of enshittification as it pertains specifically to the New York Mets and, by geographic circumstances, also to the New York Yankees.

As pent-up anger and frustration ruins the way we wade through an existing world of A.I. slop, we learn that the Enshittocene — a noun coined by author Cory Doctorow and then fleshed out in his 2025 book about “Why Everything Suddenly Got Worse and What to do About it” — expanding the definition beyond soul-crushing Big Tech stalwarts can be a healthy exercise for those who need a way to explain their grief and lack of relief.

If the Amazin’ Mets are an Amazon-Meta mashup, and the Yankees, way more than Waymo or Yahoo in their Oracle world, continue to reflect as the IBM of baseball, you Reddit right that it all happens under what locals call the Big Apple, but really it’s acting on algorithms engineered by the gigabytes of  Tim Cook’s Apple Inc.

No wonder the Mets and Yankees start this new week having each lost on five consecutive days for the first time in history, according to Sportradar.

An AI query about how any of this might Venn diagram itself on the circles of despair looks like this:

Plenty of other sources that explain how Steven Cohen, who in 2020 bought the Mets for $2.4 billion from his hedge-fund stash that wasn’t penalized for insider trading, has granted the team a MLB-top $352 million payroll for the 2026. The Mets have under contract the highest-paid player in outfielder Juan Soto, averaging $61.9 million in salary. He is currently injured.

The Dodgers circumvent much of this by deferring payments that otherwise would boost their ’26 payroll to $395 million. They also are on tap to pay the highest tax rate on the Competitive Balance Tax payroll for exceeding MLB’s $244 million threshold. The Mets and Yankees are second and third on that list.

For all the lamentations that the Dodgers are ruining baseball with their ownership spending … why is it every July 1 that we’re all reminded that it is the Mets who continue to give 1999 retiree Bobby Bonilla a $1.193,240.20 paycheck and will do so through 2035 for its example of how defer payments continue to haunt a fanbase looking for excuses to be even more disheveled?

ESPN already has already crunched the numbers to deduct that this Mets-Dodgers matchup is on the hook for more than $1 billion in salary liability. Last year’s meeting between the Mets and Dodgers was the previous most expensive series at $764 million in combined payroll — $36 million in total payroll behind this year’s matchup. When you add in their tax bills, the total jumps to over $1.07 billion, surpassing last year’s record of $1.025 billion. The Dodgers and Mets have ranked first and second (in some order) in total payroll four times since 2022. 2023, when the Mets ranked first and the Dodgers fourth, is the only exception during that stretch.

Aside from cash flow, there’s the Zeitgeist/ethos comparison that can also provide more entertainment.

When the New York Times ran an essay in its opinion pages recently with the headline — “Help! My Favorite Athlete is an Idiot” — it was no coincidence that the author was Devin Gordon, who in 2021 produced the most intriguing and pointed book “So Many Ways to Lose: The Amazin’ True Story of the New York Mets — the Best Worst Team in Sports” (our review here).

His riff was about how the franchise that continues to provide him with comedic fodder had to be somewhat dismantled over the last offseason because of political ideology that was contaminating the clubhouse vibe. Note: That was Brandon Nimmo batting leadoff for the Texas Rangers during last Dodgers’ homestand instead of what we’ve been used to seeing the Mets as they come into town this week.

As with most NYT stories, some of the best material is buried in the reader responses. Such as:

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Day 1 of 2026 baseball book reviews: Sho-ing off for the kids

Decoy Saves Opening Day

The author: Shohei Ohtani and Michael Blank
The illustrator: Fanny Liem
The details: HarperCollins, 32 pages, $21.99, released Feb. 3, ’26
The links: The publisher and Bookshop.org

Shohei Ohtani: A Little Golden Book Biography”

The author: Nicole de las Heras
The illustrator: Toshiki Nakamura
The details: Little Golden Book Biographies/Penguin/Random House, 24 pages, $5.99; released March 3, ’26
The links: The publisher and at Bookstore.org


A review in 90 feet or less:

An AI overview collection of words and symbols generated from a search engine ask specifically about “Shohei Ohtani insane endorsement income” quickly will engineer this kind of answer-nugget:

“Shohei Ohtani is projected to earn an estimated $125 million in endorsement income for 2026, with nearly 20 global brand partners, making him the highest-paid athlete in the world from endorsements alone, according to Sportico data via Boardroom. This follows an estimated $100 million in marketing revenue earned during 2025, on top of a $2 million salary with the Dodgers — a threshold only previously reached by legends like Tiger Woods, Roger Federer, and Stephen Curry”

We believe this to be true, because the AI primary source for that information seems to spitting out an Instragram post made by MLB on Fox and Fox Sports. Those numbers had been regurgitated many times over by other media platforms, including the Los Angeles Times, when, in the headline “Why $100 million in endorsements says Shohei Ohtani is the global face of sport,” the writer went on to deduce: “In Ohtani, whose face appears on everything from airplanes to skin care products, baseball at long last has its Michael Jordan: the superstar that has transcended sports and ascended to the status of global pop culture icon.”

He can hit. He can pitch.

He can write a book. Not one of those “as told to” mass-market, ghost-written, give-us-the-gossip type of sordid tale.

No new dirt here on Ippei here. It’s about a different dog.

Ohtani’s handlers must be painfully aware there is no money to be made in the book publishing business.

Just ask writers such as Bill Plunkett, who did the 2025 “L.A. Story: Shohei Ohtani, The Los Angeles Dodges and a Season for the Ages” or Jeff Fletcher, who fashioned an update of his 2022 “Sho-Time: The Inside Story of Shohei Ohtani and the Greatest Baseball Season Ever Played.” All their deadline work dancing around their regular job of covering the Dodgers and Angels didn’t generate royalties that will allow them to lead a more regal suburban existence.

Ohtani’s co-author, Michael Blank, could even clue him in. Blanks is a venture capitalist who has been with Creative Artists Agency for 15 years.

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