Jeff Karstens is back, and AP photographers were savvy enough to capture proof. After a few weeks of ZERO photographic proof of the presence of DERP in Karstens starts, two beautifully DERPy photos were yesterday. DERPasaurus Jeff threw seven innings, and gave up two runs on two hits, struck out four, before he left with the score knotted at 2-2. 

The Pirates and Cards were actually having so much fun doing nothing that they decided to play for six hours, until the Pirates realized that they had a flight to catch to San Diego, and that spending a Sunday night hanging out in one of the best cities in the world was probably gonna be more fun than watching Adam Wainwright pinch hit, and eventually seeing some dopey position player (probably Skip Schumaker) throw 81 mph and get shelled in the 31st inning. So, Pedro Alvarez hit a bomb and Andrew McCutchen did an Andrew McCutchen-like thing to break the tie in the top of the 19th and put the Pirates ahead for good, and everyone went home because boring.

Jeff Karstens has a face, you guys, even if AP photogs are often too mesmerized by it to capture still images of it’s glory. 

This is the nineteenth installment in our ongoing tribute to him. And his face.