The Baseball Gods are a famously touchy pantheon. They do not tolerate arrogance, they do not care about your draft stock, and they certainly do not approve of a man with a 4.96 ERA shouting, “You’re f***ing mine!” after pumping in a blistering, radar-melting… 89 mph fastball. During Tuesday’s single-elimination SEC tournament opener, Vanderbilt starter Connor Fennell clearly forgot the golden rule of the diamond: never write checks with your mouth that your arm can’t cash. In his classic book “The Boys of Summer,” Roger Kahn wrote about the poetic, tragic beauty of aging players losing their fastballs. But Fennell didn’t lose his — he just never had one to begin with. Throwing 89 mph in 2026 isn’t pitching; it’s an invitation to a batting practice session. Yet, after getting a strike against Kentucky’s Carson Hansen, Fennell puffed his chest like he was peak Sandy Koufax. Fennell yelled at Hansen, “You’re f*cking mine, let’s go!” “No way this guy is talking like this and topping 89,” one fan wrote on X. Another noted, “Kid should be in jail for doing this throwing squirrel nuts.” The universe’s reaction was instantaneous. If Fennell had read “The Universal Baseball Association, Inc., J. Henry Waugh, Prop,” he’d know that the dice of fate are unforgiving. On the very next pitch, Hansen channeled his inner Roy Hobbs from “The Natural.” He didn’t just hit the ball; he launched a cosmic missile over the left-center field wall, reducing Fennell’s bravado to atoms. The way the pitcher flinched at the crack of the bat was Chad Harbach’s “The Art of Fielding” rewritten as a tragicomedy. The Karma Police got Connor Fennell.