Andrew McCutchen took a seat on the bench yesterday because he failed to run on a dropped third strike. His boss didn't have a ton to say about it:
Andrew McCutchen’s Benching And The Rules Of Hustle


Manager Clint Hurdle said McCutchen would be available in a pinch-hitting capacity and called the benching a “manager’s decision.“There weren’t a lot of histrionics -- just an internal matter handled quietly. In response, McCutchen did what anyone with his powers would do: He changed the weather and forced a rain-out. Dude’s that good.
If there’s a hierarchy of non-hustle, not running out a dropped third strike is among the least egregious transgressions. You swing, you miss, and frustrated you head back to the dugout. Here’s what McCutchen did:
It’s hard to defend that, really, but you can sort of understand it. McCutchen was annoyed at the second strike call, and then especially annoyed at himself for swinging at a slider in the dirt. The ball didn’t get away that far, and after a player turns toward the dugout, he looks especially foolish when he makes a half-hearted attempt towards first after the catcher has the ball.
Still, you have to run. And Hurdle meted out the right punishment -- not enough to create a rift, but just enough to say “I don’t care if you’re the future of the franchise. Run that out.” Everyone’s probably ready to move on.
So because nobody asked, my list of non-hustling offenses, from least offensive to most offensive:
- Not running on a dropped third strike
- Not running on an infield pop fly -- sometimes the wind messes with those.
- Watching a home run that isn't -- ridiculous that anyone who has watched more than 100 games can't tell the difference between an obvious home run and one that has a chance not to make it. Just run.
- Not running on an infield grounder -- infielders kick those enough to run like they're going to do it every time.
- Lollygagging the ball around the infield, lollygaging your way down to first, and lollygagging in and out of the dugout.
That last one makes you a lollygagger, you know.
McCutchen is a little chagrined, and he learned a little something. A minor transgression from a major talent, and everyone will forget about it by the time Thursday’s rain-out is made up.











