Actually, Luke Scott is one of the hottest hitter in baseball, which shouldn't surprise anybody, since he has this amazing ability to go from one end of the spectrum to the other and back again in the course of every season. He can be the best hitter in the game for three weeks and then suddenly morph into the worst for an extended period. His intro music ought to be Billy Joel's 1989 hit "I Go To Extremes," though I really wouldn't want to hear it that often.
I'll say this. When he's got it going, he's a blast to watch. He should have had two more homers last night, but had to settle for one because Twins center fielder Denard Span climbed out of the ballpark to pull his first big fly back.
Kiss of death dept. I've got a really good feeling about Jake Arrieta today, which is always a bad sign.