For the first time in my life, I wanted to break out in song after a Buster Posey strikeout.

Usually, I want to break out into song when Posey hits a home run, or throws a runner out, or looks over his shoulder to get the sign from his third-base coach, or is on TV, or when someone on TV says "just hoard cozies." But this time, it was one of Posey's strikeouts that got me. It was a fastball looking, and while they didn't have the velocity reading at the stadium, it got to the plate in a hurry. I'm embarrassed to say that I was unaware of who was pitching until that moment.

It was Masahiro Tanaka. And he's good.