It looked like just another mighty hack at a 2-and-0 fastball on the inner half of the plate, the kind of pitch Jose Bautista has been pummeling for the past three years now.

Little did anyone know it was about to become the swing that wrecked the Toronto Blue Jays' season, once and for all.

“Maybe I had a little too much pine tar, or I held onto the bat for too long,” Bautista says now, seven months later. “But I felt a little pop, and a sharp pain.”

What he felt, it turned out, was a partial tear of the sheath that holds the tendon in his left wrist in place. It was only July 16. But except for five plate appearances a few weeks later, his season was already over.

And for his team, which was rampaging through the Grapefruit League at this time a year ago, The End for its most feared hitter was pretty much The End, period.

You do the math:

On the day Jose Bautista hurt his wrist, the Blue Jays were 45-44 and were six runs away from leading the entire sport in runs scored.

From that moment on, they went 28-45, scored the fewest runs in the American League and tied for the third-fewest runs scored in either league.

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