Man, Tony La Russa Baseball '95 takes me back. The crack of the bat, the slightly janky player animations, that weirdly satisfying *thunk* when you nail a line drive—it’s pure Sega Genesis baseball, for better or worse.

First thing you’ll notice? The pitching mechanics. You actually have to time your button presses to hit the sweet spot, which means even fastballs can feel tense. And good luck reading curveballs—half the time I swung at dirt. Fielding’s a mess (good luck chasing down foul balls), but there’s something weirdly charming about watching your shortstop moonwalk after a grounder.

It’s got that mid-90s sports game vibe where stats matter way more than flash. Drafting your team feels like running a real roster, and if you pick the wrong reliever? Enjoy watching your ERA explode. The nostalgia hits hard, even if the AI occasionally decides to turn every game into a home run derby.

Dust off your Genesis and pray your controller’s D-pad holds up.