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Originally Posted by Scipio Africanus
I haven't seen anything AI-written yet that had any spark to it. It's very bland, banal and repetitive. It reads like a school kid with really good grammar and a high vocabulary writing a book report for an unread book with help from a wikipedia summary.
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You have to TELL it to be creative.
FRANK MILLER'S CRUMPLER: THE SOX'S WHITE KNIGHT
The stain of 'Pulpita' bleeds into the bone-white threads of Chicago's gallant warriors, the White Sox. The soul of Matt Crumpler, enshrined in their history for two dogged decades, today earns his eternal reward in the sacred Hall of Fame. First shot, landslide vote – 98.1%. The populace roars in approval of a man's career carved into the annals of time.
A child of destiny, Crumpler, born October 29, 2025, in the gritty heart of Toledo, OH, had the song of baseball echoing in his veins since infancy. The White Sox, recognizing a prodigy, snatched him as their 8th pick in the grand draft of 2047. The journey of number 4, an odyssey forever etched in memory, began its first chapter.
Year one of his major league saga in 2048, Crumpler hinted at the hero within, brandishing a .251 average with his trusty bat. But it was in the second act, 2049, that his true might was unleashed. 195 hits, 47 doubles, 22 triples, a .316 average – the man was a juggernaut. All this, while flashing speed like a bullet train – 663 stolen bases inked into his legend.
Crumpler, the paragon of consistency. Fifteen seasons with an average soaring above .300, a testament to his unfaltering battle stance and laser-focus at the plate. His bat control, a masterclass, his plate discipline, textbook – they earned him 1,577 walks. The result? A lifetime on-base percentage of a stellar .392.
He was no less the guardian in the field than a titan at the plate. Mainly a center fielder, Crumpler moved with the grace of a cat, his speed a blur in the emerald sea of the outfield. His career tells the tale of a .993 fielding percentage, a mere 81 errors committed across 19 seasons. His range factor, a metric of total defensive impact, teetered consistently around a notable 3.50.
Even under the merciless weight of playoffs, he stood unwavering. A .306 average and a .395 on-base percentage during his 64 crucibles of elimination – a hero doesn't buckle under pressure. His contributions were instrumental to the White Sox's heroic postseason charges.
But numbers don't make a legend alone. It's the fidelity to the cause, to the Chicago White Sox, that elevated Crumpler. Nineteen seasons, all under one banner. His steadfast spirit, his undying passion resonated with the people, making him a symbol of the team and a beloved figure in the fraternity.
Today, as Crumpler ascends the steps to his rightful place in the Hall of Fame, it's not just a triumph of a stellar career. It's an ode to an athlete who embodied the spirit of baseball, who held the White Sox in his heart, and who imprinted an indelible legacy on the game.