Buck Martinez described Spencer Strider in maybe the weirdest, but most fitting way possible.

It's not every day the Toronto Blue Jays get to see the Atlanta Braves in person.

Our friends north of the border may have fond memories of Atlanta from the 1992 World Series, but with the Braves now being a regular part of their 162-game slate going forward, don't act like you're not impressed with Spencer Strider's majestic splendor. He is every bit the Greek god of throwing gas, so much so that Buck Martinez was totally beside himself in the Blue Jays booth.

It is not just the Stache N Gas you have to worry about, as thick thighs save lives with Quadzilla.

This is why you don't skip leg day, my friends. Even you, at a most humble 6-feet and 195 pounds, can hit triple digits on the radar gun with great regularity if you work hard, do the right thing and learn something every day. You just have no discipline!

Buck Martinez compared Spencer Strider's thighs to that of Olympian Eric Heiden

If Strider laced up the skates and not the spikes, he so would have been the millennial version of Eric Heiden. Lake Placid would have been renamed Lake Stache in his honor, probably, taking home more gold than Michael Phelps or Mark Spitz did in a pool. But despite striking out 12 Blue Jays on Friday, Strider still got the loss for the Braves in a dreadful night at the plate for Atlanta.

With teammates Max Fried and Kyle Wright on the IL for the foreseeable future, Strider needs to continue to be the best thing to ever happen to me to help Atlanta tread water in the rotation. We know that Charlie Morton can shove and that Bryce Elder has been a revelation in his starts with the Braves the last two seasons, but it is not like we can heal Fried and Wright any faster, people.

Frankly, I have no issues with broadcasters like Martinez who don't see Strider pitch on the reg be completely awestruck by him. He has a throwback look to him, with a cutting edge approach to the art of pitching. It's like watching Greg Maddux out there, but throwing the ball 20 MPH harder and listening to The Strokes all day, as opposed to playing golf with Tom Glavine and John Smoltz daily.

For something that is Hard to Explain, I think Martinez did a good job Last Nite assessing Strider.