Column: Hurdle can’t keep waiting on his closer

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Mark Melancon was charged with three runs, all earned, in blowing a save Tuesday at PNC Park. — GETTY

BY DEJAN KOVACEVIC

Baseball can be really mean.

As Andrew Lambo buttoned up his shirt following the Pirates’ 9-8 ninth-inning, blown-lead bummer of a loss to the Cubs, he lamented some of his lousy luck at the plate of late, and he did so with just the right tortured tone: “I go up there thinking aggressive, and I swing at a ball. I go up there patient, and I’m down in the count. It’s enough to …”

Yeah, no need to finish, kid. Fail just seven times out of 10, as they say, and you’re in Cooperstown.

Baseball can be outright vicious, too.

Mark Melancon looked like he’d just emerged from being beaten up in a dark alley as he met with a group of reporters afterward, and it’s saying plenty that he looked even more beaten up while still on the mound: His team and manager had entrusted him with a two-run lead, and it took all of two pitches for Anthony Rizzo to drop a single into center and Jorge Soler to scream a double into center.

Second and third, nobody out, tying runner in scoring position.

(Nobody up in the pen, by the way, but let’s get back to that later.)

Kris Bryant, Chicago’s wunderkind rookie, worked a full-count walk. Bases loaded.

(Still nobody up in the pen. Seriously, just wait.)

Starlin Castro, swinging with confidence all night, swatted an infield chop that traveled so high it landed over third baseman Josh Harrison’s glove and into the left-field grass. Now it was tied.

(Hey, someone’s up in the pen! And no, this isn’t later.)

Wiped away, in essence were a Harrison opening-AB home run, a Francisco Cervelli two-run single and, what really should have been the buzz of the evening, a bases-clearing double by Jung-Ho Kang that drew not only a sensationally demonstrative Zoltan from the Korean rookie but also a warm standing ovation from the 13,680 on hand.

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Jung-Ho Kang drills a three-run double as part of a 2-for-4 night at PNC Park. — GETTY

“We had some good things happen,” Hurdle would say. “There were some positives.”

There were. Even Francisco Liriano’s five inefficient innings — 97 pitches, 40 balls — came with nine strikeouts and encouraging movement from his trademark slider.

“I felt OK,” Liriano said. “I could have done better.”

So could the bullpen, to be kind. Each inning from the sixth onward summoned a new arm but the same result: Radhames Liz, Jared Hughes and Tony Watson each drip-drip-dripped away a run.

“Not good enough,” Watson said.

Still and all, Melancon inherited an 8-6 lead and yet another chance to cast aside the lingering doubts about his health, specifically as related to a velocity drop. His cutter that averaged 90-91 mph last season now is being clocked, night after night, at 88 mph.

The cutter to Rizzo: 89.

The cutter to Soler: 88.

The cutter that struck out Chris Coghlan after Castro’s key hit: 87.

The cutter that Wellington Castillo tapped to second for the tiebreaking RBI groundout: 87.

That was basically the ballgame. And bad fortune or not, it doesn’t require any leap to suggest that Melancon’s usual stuff might have produced better results to override the luck.

So, this is a really big issue, right?

The closer of 2014 who put down 33 of 37 save opportunities and held hitters to a career-low .195 average suddenly can’t get people out. It was hardly just this game. For the season now, opponents are 9 for 25 at the plate, a .360 average. It’s early and all that, but the ominous combination of the lesser stuff and its impact on a team that needs every win it can get, whether in April or late October, that heightens this to an immediate worry.

And at the risk of repeating ad nauseum, the man doesn’t look right.

Just don’t suggest that to Hurdle and Melancon, both of whom have become increasingly irritated in recent days when the subject is raised, especially related to Melancon’s velocity.

Of course, I asked Hurdle about Melancon’s velocity after this game, anyway: “Well, I would say right now that we’re not seeing the crispness out of his pitches overall. You know, there’s been a bit of a velocity drop …”

The manager paused, then added, unsolicited, “There’s no injury. We’ve been through things. We’ve watched tape. There just doesn’t seem to be that sharpness.”

Thought he handled that OK.

Now, watch Melancon, and watch this the whole way through, uncomfortable as it is:

Ow.

Doesn’t exactly instill a whole lot of confidence at the moment, does it?

And the moment matters more for the closer more than any role in baseball. Liz, Hughes, Watson, anyone in the pen, anyone else on the 25-man, really, can mess up without consequence. When the closer messes up, it’s lights out. No fallback. Nowhere to hide. No Plan B.

Or, hang on a minute … is there?

(OK, now, finally.)

Hurdle is more open than most old-school managers to new ideas, but he clings to the closer concept, one that’s seen as terribly dated by the stats community, as if his integrity were on the line.

Three-run lead or less?

Closer time. Have to get that save.

Any other situation?

Closer sits and watches.

Well, that manifested in another way on this night. Because even though Melancon clearly was being hit hard and lacking command, Hurdle didn’t call to the pen until after the save was lost with the 8-8 tie.

I double-checked that with Arquimedes Caminero, the reliever who got that call.

And hey, while in the neighborhood, I thought I’d take this flamethrowing 27-year-old right-hander’s temperature as it related to taking on the ninth inning regularly.

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Arquimedes Caminero has struck out seven, walked three in 6 2/3 innings this season. — GETTY

He has absolutely devastating stuff, not least of which is 101 mph heat he throws effortlessly — as well as off-the-charts makeup. His only shortcoming, and the reason the Marlins casually sent him to Pittsburgh for cash over the winter, has been control. But the noted magician Raymond Searage the Great uncovered delivery hitches early in spring, and the strikes and strikeouts have flowed freely.

He’s been far from perfect, with four runs and five hits over his 6 2/3 innings, but the seven strikeouts have been sizzling, the kind any team would fantasize about getting game after game from a closer.

“The ninth inning?” Caminero replied to the initial question with a soft smile and equally soft Dominican accent. Reminds me a lot of Salomon Torres, actually. “Yes, I can do that because I know that I’m just going to be me. That’s what I love about being there. My teammates, Ray, the coaches … they’re not asking me to be go out there and be great every time. It’s not the same pressure. They just want me to do my job. And if I do it well, I can be great.”

Did I mention the makeup? Or how Searage gushes over the intelligence?

“What about you? You’re a reporter,” Caminero continued in a rare bit of sportswriter/athlete turnabout. “If you go to work every day thinking you’ve got to get the biggest story out there …”

Right. You’ll fail, I came back. All the time.

“Yes! And because that was your only goal, you won’t do anything else.”

But if I show up, work hard, ask lots of questions …

“One day, you’ll get your big story.”

Maybe that just happened.

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