There are going to be the small digs taken at David Wright because of his having won two
Gold Gloves when he probably only won them based on a recognizable name when he didn't really deserve them; then there'll
be the nitpicks here and there about not getting a runner in from third base with less than two outs; about being unable to
deliver at crunch time. It'll be done in such a way that those unfamiliar with Mike Francesa's style of backslapping
with one hand while wielding the knife with the other is put into action akin to some wannabe Italian vendetta for a perceived
slight. Mark my words, it's going to happen.
David
Wright has refused to go on Francesa's show because of his irritation at some derogatory comments Francesa made about
Wright's performance down the stretch of the Mets collapses over the past two years; Wright refused to even meet with
Francesa to discuss it (another instance of Francesa's persona as a Godfather wannabe, calling the prospect a "sit-down");
so Francesa yesterday characterized this as a byproduct of Wright's thin skin and immaturity and part of the reason why
he does fail in the clutch. Wright was presumably annoyed at Francesa's knee-jerk entreaties to the Mets hierarchy to
"break up the core" of the club by moving either Wright, Jose Reyes or Carlos Beltran and bring in some harder edged
players.
Never mind the absurdity of trading
two of the game's brightest young infield stars, both signed to reasonable long-term contracts and in their mid-20s (the
Mets front office was probably rolling their eyes at the month-long soliloquies and self-justification for Francesa's
rabble rousing), but the main problem that Wright has with Francesa, one would assume, is that he was blamed for the team's
ills and had to listen to fans agreeing with someone like Francesa, who actually knows very little about the game of baseball
and is too pompous and arrogant to know that he doesn't know. That's even worse than not knowing.
I don't think anyone's untradeable; this is a world where Wayne
Gretzky got traded at the height of his career; but what has to be looked at is the position of the player; the availability
of a replacement and what would be coming back. It's not as if the premise of trading Wright is even sound and viable;
there are so few third basemen available that trading one who's as young and talented (and well-behaved) as Wright, no
matter what's coming back, would be outright stupid. If they did trade him and got someone who wasn't
able to handle New York any better than Wright does, got hurt or just couldn't play, who'd be the first one to criticize
the Mets for jumping the gun and trading Wright? Mike Francesa! He has no accountability; no standing to make such statements
other than the fact that he's on the radio.
The Mets and Wright probably don't care a whit what Francesa actually says, but it's the blowback from the repeated
harping on one subject that can cause problems. The intelligent fan knows that the idea of trading either Wright or Reyes
to "break up the core" as an angry reaction was nonsense from the start; but there are other fans for whom this
type of statement fans the flames of resentment and causes booing; it promotes negative energy and discussion; and it occasionally
forces the more mentally fragile front offices of teams to react without due diligence and acting on their own analysis.
Wright made a decision not to be a part of the two-faced, obnoxious
arrogance of Francesa as he broadcast his show from Mets camp in Port St. Lucie. Some guys don't let slights go as easily
as others; I always thought Al Leiter was a fool for agreeing to go on Francesa and Chris Russo's show after Russo launched
a personal (borderline slanderous) attack against Leiter; but Leiter did it for the good of the team after the front office
pleaded with him to do it. Would Wright be better off letting it go and going on Francesa's show? I think that's what's
eventually going to happen; Wright's father is a police captain and I'm sure he'll explain to his son that he
sometimes has to deal with people he doesn't like for the greater good; but this is going to fester because Francesa's
not going to let it go until an accord is reached; he's not going to overtly unload on Wright in an obvious manner; his
perceived power from being on the radio doesn't mean he knows what he's talking about or has any authority, it's
just that he has a forum and can stir up trouble about any subject if he wants to, so he'll be smart enough and calculating
enough to slash Wright here and there for making a conscious decision not to speak to Francesa.
Francesa claims it's Wright's immaturity that's the problem; maybe
Wright sees it differently; maybe Wright sees Francesa's arrogance and total lack of knowledge about the game of baseball
that makes his authoritative declarations so disruptive and he doesn't want to promulgate Francesa's self-image any
further by engaging in it. It's a losing proposition, but a totally understandable one if looking at it from the point-of-view
of the player, whose job is hard enough as it is without some armchair genius with a microphone making things appear worse
than they are.
Rob Neyer quotes Joe Posnanski, who quotes Adam Gopnik
from a new book and I vaguely remember reading this somewhere before; here's the clip:
Joe Posnanski, while "tangling" with a long-promised blog post
about steroids and finishing a rewrite of his long-awaited book about the B.R.M., somehow finds the time to write a bit about Adam Gopnik's new book about Lincoln and Darwin:
I'm don't have
time to review the book, but I want to point out a passage. There are numerous passages that made me stop, but this one made
me think about our big Baseball Hall of Fame question: How should you judge baseball players for the Hall of Fame? Should
you judge them against the standards of their time? Or should the players, by necessity, tower over their times?
In many ways, Andre Dawson fits the question best (though you could argue that McGwire and the Steroid Five fit too). When Dawson played, you heard
that he could "do it all." He played great defense, stole bases, hit homers, drove in runs, he even hit .300 four
times. These weren't just standards -- that was everything in his time.
Now we see that Dawson had a career .323 on-base percentage. We now know -- in a way that was
not especially straightforward in Dawson's time -- that all those outs the Hawk made greatly diminished his value as a
baseball player. What to do? Many suggest that voters should judge him by his time. Dawson wasn't paid to get on base
(this is unquestionably true). He did what was asked of him, and he did those things at an extremely high level and with dignity
and class, and for that he deserves to be in the Hall.
Others say that you can't put in a guy with a .323 OBP no matter that he did many other great things.
Tough call. I don't know that this Gopnik passage about Darwin provides answers
about Dawson … but it made me think.
Hmmm....where did I see this....let's see....hmmm....hold on!!! I know where I saw it: it came from that ripe melon
that sits atop my shoulders that I occasionally refer to as my head. I wrote this on January 13th (click here if you'd like to read the whole thing on my former blogging home):
The manager of the individual player should play a major part in whether said player
should be penalized for his absence of "Hall
of Fame numbers". When Dawson arrived in the big leagues to stay, his manager was Dick Williams. By most accounts, Dick
Williams was a fine manager, a successful winner and able to control his clubhouse. He won four pennants including one in
each league and two World Series with the Oakland Athletics dynasty in the early 70s; but Dick Williams was not a manager
who was obsessed with on base percentage above all else. In looking at his teams, those that won and those that didn't,
he never had a group of players whose main focus was to get on base. An old-school manager like Williams
had roles for his players. The leadoff man (Raines with
the Expos) was there to get on base for the middle of the lineup (Dawson and Gary Carter). This was their stated job. The
middle of the lineup was not advised to take pitches and walk to leave the job of driving in runs to the bottom of the lineup.
If a young player arrives in the big leagues and a veteran manager tells him to swing the bat and drive in runs rather than
take a bunch of pitches as the on base percentage advocates mandate, what's he supposed to do? Is he going to defy his
manager and wait and in the eyes of the manager, leave it up to the next guy, or is he going to start hacking at the first
pitch he deems acceptable to drive in the runs? In looking at the numbers of Williams's teams from
his first job with the "Impossible Dream" Red Sox of the late 60s; to the A's in the 70s; then later to the
Expos, Padres and Mariners, he was a manager who had a leadoff guy to get on base and power in the middle of the lineup. Rightly
or wrongly (and Williams's success suggests that he may have been right), that's the way it was done; and with managers
like Williams, young players had a choice: do it his way or don't play. If Dawson was swinging at pitches to try and hit
them out of the park instead of bolstering his numbers by walking fifteen more times a year, he shouldn't be penalized
for it now as his Hall of Fame candidacy is being
scrutinized by numbers that were barely paid attention to during his career by his boss.
The problem with looking at Dawson's numbers and denying him his rightful place
(while demanding that a guy like Raines receive
the ultimate honor) is ignoring other factors like what the manager of the club was asking him to do; what his role was with
the team; and focusing on his faults or injuries rather than what he accomplished.
It's a very good argument, I think; but then again, I'd be
pretty stupid if I disagreed with it, especially since I wrote it first.
*The title of this posting sounds like something the late Robert
Ludlum would've come up with; a movie version starring Matt Damon (after undergoing a controversial skin pigmentation
procedure a la the Robert Downey Jr. character in Tropic Thunder) will be forthcoming.
So where does this all end? Manny Ramirez and Scott Boras are sitting out and waiting, hoping that either the Dodgers will
panic or as I heard Mike Greenberg (I think; it might've been Steve Phillips) say on his
radio show, "some team will find $50 million lying around" and give it to Manny. The problem that they have is that
there are no other offers. And every time someone thinks that Boras has this grand scheme, it turns out that he occasionally
doesn't have a grand scheme and you see one of his clients like Kyle Lohse end up signing a 1-year, incentive-laden
deal. Here are the possible scenarios as I see them for this continuing soap opera:
Manny sits out until right before the season ends and takes what the Dodgers give him:
Manny needs spring training less than other, lesser players do, so
it's not absurd to think he can walk in on April 2nd and be ready to hit on opening day. There are no scenarios I can
see in which Manny's going to get more than the $25 million guaranteed for one year that the Dodgers have offered and
presumably----despite their protestations----will keep on the table without specifically saying so until
Manny realizes that it's the best he'll get in this market.
The Dodgers could really be pricks about it and lower the offer as the season draws nearer,
but that would only serve to antagonize Manny and if he accepted it under duress, he'd be the same cranky baby he was
during most of his tenure with the Red Sox and manager Joe Torre, at age 69, does not need to be dealing with that in addition
to the veteran/youngster factions already present in the Dodgers clubhouse.
The Dodgers tell Manny to take a hike:
There are repeated claims in the media that the Dodgers "can't
afford" to let Manny walk away, but that's nonsense. They certainly could get by with what they have right now and
contend along with the three other big league clubs (I don't count the Padres as a big league club) in their division.
It'd be a little harder to score runs than it would be with Manny, but there are going to be some big names available
at mid-season or earlier and the Dodgers organization is still bursting with prospects; in fact, if the economy is a factor
for some teams who fall out of contention trying to dump big contracts, they could get a power bat (Carlos Lee, Magglio Ordonez,
Jermaine Dye, Xavier Nady) for pennies on the dollar; maybe even for nothing.
The name I'd keep an eye on is Lee because while he's no Manny, he could certainly
fill that hole in left field with his power as "Manny-lite"; and he has other attributes that Manny doesn't
in that he's not a pain in the ass, doesn't strike out and he's better defensively than he's given credit
for.
Another team jumps in and snags Manny:
Highly unlikely. The Giants were mentioned as a possibility, but
they've all but come and and said they're not giving Manny the money the Dodgers have offered; and while they could
use him, they're in the same position as the Dodgers in acquiring a bat during the season. The only way this happens is
if the Dodgers do cut off negotiations with Manny and he signs with the Giants for whatever they offer. I can't
see it; if the Giants were going to jump in, they would've already.
Manny sits out and waits into the season:
Manny and Boras could pull a similar move as Roger Clemens did and try to get
a prorated $30 million deal for a couple of months work. If a team only has to pay Manny something in the vicinity of $15
million from June through the end of the season, someone like the Mets might say the post-season revenue would more than make
up for the short-term investment.
Financially, it would be a short-term mistake for Manny, but perhaps he'd be fresher, put up massive numbers over the
last five months of the season and take a chance on a better economic climate next year; in fact, if he went to a team like
the Mets, Cardinals or some other surprise contender, the pressure to keep him would be such that the club might have no choice
but to pay him a year from now if they have the money.
Other than the above
possibilities, there's not much else for Manny and Boras to do but wait and hope that lightning strikes and someone does
something stupid; but unlike years past, this may not be because of sudden conscious financial prudence; it may be that the
money just isn't there and if that's the case, then he's going to have to go back to the Dodgers, which
is the only choice he seems to have at the moment.
Jane Heller has a rare combination of attributes
that make her the perfect person to write abook like Confessions of a She-Fan: she's a passionate Yankee fan; she actually knows the game; she has a sense of humor; and she can write. What results is a comic masterpiece which delves not only into the ups
and downs of a hard core fan, but how that adoration and obsessiveness affects their loved ones.
What began as a frustrated joke about her struggling team became a book
idea when it was published as an essay in the New York Times. The reaction was widespread and varied but was the genesis
of the idea of a whole book centered around following the Yankees
at home and on the road through a chunk of the 2007 season. Blunted in her attempts to gain access to the club through the
arrogant and condescending stonewalling of the Yankees front office, Jane is reduced to following the team as an obsessed
fan and----along with her husband Michael (a man nonpareil in the category of having patience)----culls
tickets from brokers; stays in various hotels; sits in (mostly) horrible seats for the games; and ingests copious amounts
of unhealthy ballpark fare while dealing with the undomesticated creature known as the baseball fan.
Regardless of the dismissive reactions of those in power
in the Yankees hierarchy as she tries to get some input from at least one player, the love for her team remains.
The Yankees organization should be ashamed with the way they're portrayed. The list of people for whom Jane has the skills
and the impetus to ruthlessly skewer (but doesn't) is vast and includes the following:
Jason Zillo: The club media relations director who, one would
think, would be interested in someone creating a caricature of the Yankees organization as something other than the cold,
monolithic and pompous organism that they clearly are; not only did he refuse Jane press access, but he wasn't even professional
enough to answer her Emails with anything other than insulting form letters.
Broadcastress Kim Jones: What position she's in to be sending curt
Emails at reasonable requests for brief moments of her valuable time is beyond me.
Yankee Stadium Employees: It often appears that the fans are in the
middle of a ruthless dictatorship with the nastiness, abusiveness and borderline physical violence they display toward them,
especially women.
Stories
involving the above mentioned culprits in the Yankees culture of self-importance are mentioned because Jane's love for
the Yankees is unwavering; she allows all these small inconveniences to pale in comparison to the loyalty she shows as she
follows her team into what ended as another fruitless championship run. The number of people who come out looking good is
occasionally surprising. For example, John Sterling is a kind, helpful, polite and charming man and there are laugh out loud
moments and historical, ironic anecdotes that will get any long time baseball fan saying, "I remember when..." and
inserting their own fan confessions in to complete the thought. Such incidents that affected mere were the following:
Jane as a teen going to Yankee Stadium to try and meet players:
Yelling
at Joe Pepitone during batting practice to get his attention (and getting it) reminded me of the stories I heard of the randy
Pepitone following around and trying to pick up my mother a local Brooklyn bowling alley.
Trying to chat up Al Leiter at the Toronto airport:
Leiter seems a bit reticent and impatient
dealing with people he doesn't know as he delivers perfunctory responses to innocuous chit-chat, but I met Al Leiter at
a baseball card show when he was just coming up with the Yankees in the late 80s
and he was probably one of the most unpretentious players I've ever encountered, calling me by name and thanking me
for asking for his autograph on his picture. (It still have it somewhere.)
And of course, there are the ironically funny bits:
Suzyn Waldman's authoritative declaration
that "Alex (Rodriguez) has never done steroids". The question how would she know isn't even necessary given
the revelations of the past month.
Referring to Francisco (K-Rod) Rodriguez of the Angels as a "little twerp" is no longer allowed since he's now
under the Mets fans' protection (specifically mine).
Or the reference to getting soaking wet at the ballpark in Detroit----"Still,
my jeans are drenched and my sneakers are in a puddle of water and I am shivering"----brought me back to a night
at Shea Stadium when my brilliant idea was for me and my fiancee to stay in our seats and wait out the rain delay so that,
"the seats won't be wet when the game starts". (Served her right for listening to me.)
The book isn't just about being a fan or about trying to get close to one's obsessions; but it's about maintaining
that loyalty no matter what. The Yankees front office is rude? So what? The stadium personnel are abusive? Big deal. The team
isn't completing their championship mandate? Whatever.
The love of a team goes beyond what happens on the field; it's more than one incident involving people who, by accident
of circumstance, seem to believe that they're irreplaceable and integral parts of what's been built in the Bronx over
the past 100 years; it's a fan who chooses their loyalties and sticks with them, one way or the other; it's the endurance
of the loved ones of those fans who tolerate their moods, tantrums or fits of cussing because of people nicknamed Rocket,
ARod, Jeet and Georgie.
For
Jane Heller, the mere prospect of divorcing the Yankees was nothing more than a fit of pique and was never going to happen.
It's understandable, but unfortunate because if she's dedicated enough to endure all of that and maintain her loyalty,
we could use her with the Mets; and while they may not have a $200 million payroll, at least the stadium personnel are polite,
and that's not a bad place to start the recruiting process.
If the reports about the details of the latest Dodgers
offer to Manny Ramirez are accurate----2-years at $45 million, with $25 million in 2009 plus a player option
at $20 million for 2010----then Manny and Scott Boras should jump at the opportunity.
It's clear by now that this is pretty much the most Manny's
going to get in this market with only one serious bidder and, despite Boras's insistence to Manny that he'd get him
his $100 million when they conspired to get out of Boston, the duo should know the difference between quitting while they're
ahead and simply quitting (to steal a quote from American Gangster). No matter what, they're not going to do
better than this and it's actually a good deal if Manny finally accepts that he's: A) not getting a long term contract
for $100 million; and B) realizes the benefits of such an agreement.
Even though Manny is a hitting savant and will, more likely than not, put up numbers to contend
for another MVP, he is 37-years-old; if he gets hurt this year without such an option as a fallback, then he's really
going to be screwed going into free agency; with the option, he can simply exercise it to guarantee himself $20 million at
age 38; no matter what, the money's going to be there. If he goes out and puts up his usual offensive powerhouse numbers,
behaves himself and doesn't go to the dark side of "Manny being Manny", the economy could be in better shape
in the winter of 2009-2010 that someone will be willing to give him a 2-3 year deal for $70 million-plus. And if not, there's
that $20 million sitting there from the Dodgers.
Manny has to understand that these are not the days in which someone was going to do something desperate and stupid
in a fit of last second panic; considering the money that players like Bobby Abreu had to settle for, Manny is in a unique
position in this dead market that he's getting something close to what he wanted, even if it's not for the duration
he was promised. This is the best he can do and if Boras is smart and convincing, he'll get his flighty client to cut
his losses and take it because it's the wisest thing to do.
Rob Neyer wrote a blog and provided some links suggesting that the Nationals may be on the verge of firing GM Jim Bowden (enough's finally enough
I suppose) and hiring Blue Jays assistant GM Tony LaCava. I literally know nothing about LaCava, but my concerns don't
lie solely with him being hired without the Nats even doing a few more perfunctory interviews with some qualified candidates
before jumping on LaCava; but that the people who are extolling LaCava's virtues are in the same circle of stat-geeks
and this could be a problem.
Before anything
else, I'm not exactly sure why Bud (Don't Blame Me----I Didn't Do It) Selig is allowing Nats president
Stan Kasten to bypass the rule of at least interviewing minority candidates before hiring someone else.The implication that
the difficulty with hiring a new GM is going to affect a team like the Nats one way or the other is ridiculous; they're,
at most, a 72 win team either way; so what's the difference when they hire their GM? Is LaCava going to come in and build
a team to challenge the Phillies, Marlins and Mets in the division within the next six weeks? And if he's that brilliant
that he is capable of such a feat, why didn't he get one of the other GM jobs he interviewed for? Forget that,
why hasn't anyone given him the task of fixing the economy.
The bio I read on the blog FireJimBowden makes LaCava look great, but there are concerns that I'd have before just hiring him. The Dodgers made the same mistake
in reading the press clippings of Paul DePodesta (specifically Moneyball) and expecting to have a less expensive
version of Billy Beane to build a money machine in LA. People may believe I pick on DePodesta through some personal vendetta,
but the context of my problem with him is the following: he was arrogant and obnoxious without a clue how to run a club on
his own; he has been a guiding hand in the destruction of that Dodgers team in a very short span; he's taken his act to
the Padres, had a hand in ruining them as well; and there are still people who suggest that he actually has done a good
job in his time away from Beane and that he'd be a qualified GM in the future. In reading Moneyball, you'd
reasonably expect to get a combination of Branch Rickey and Whitey Herzog in terms of talent evaluation; his results speak
for themselves.
LaCava's said
to be a nice guy who's a talent evaluator, but how have the Blue Jays fared during J.P. Ricciardi's tenure as their
GM? Is LaCava somehow blameless for the lack of prospects----specifically hitting prospects----the Blue
Jays are producing? How much of a say has he had in the way the Blue Jays are currently constructed? Did he endorse the Vernon
Wells contract? The acquisition of Scott Rolen? The contract given to B.J. Ryan? Are these questions going to even be asked
or is LaCava going to walk in with the reputation of being a nice guy and the endorsement of the stat geeks before Kasten
and the Nats unwrap the package and possibly realize that they have a DePodesta instead of a Josh Byrnes or Theo Epstein?
That Nationals job is a prize. Turning that team around in that
town and the world is literally at your fingertips; to simply hire the one guy that everyone is saying is a great hire without
really thinking about it or doing due diligence is as big a mistake as keeping Bowden would be. The only way to know if a
GM hire is a success is in retrospect and if the Nats are going to bring in LaCava without anyone else even being spoken to,
they're rolling the dice horrifically. It's one thing to interview a bunch of people, make a selection and then have
it not work; but to just hire the first guy is a great way to double down on a blunder and if they do that and lose, they're
going to wait ten years to contend instead of five.
If LaCava has to wait an extra week or two because the Nats take pause and decide they want to talk to a few other people,
it's not going to hurt him as he sets about the task of rebuilding the club and it'd be smarter for them to talk to
a couple of others before jumping into this unknown with both feet.
Leyland Builds Up His Troops----But Will It Matter?
Players have always spoken of Jim Leyland as a guy
who convinces them that they're better than they are. Some haven't been that good; they've known that
they're not that good; but they've still been influenced to play far over their heads and reach heights they never
did before while playing for Leyland. After a year that could only be described as disastrous and managing for his job, Leyland
is at it again, but the big question is whether or not it'll work.
Dontrelle Willis was hideous last season; he couldn't throw strikes and when he did, they
were of the batting practice variety that got pounded into space. Leyland was quoted in a story on MLB.com (there are some great sales on team memorabilia and bobbleheads, by the way at the MLB.com Shop) as saying that Willis looks
"tremendous". One would assume from the headline that he wasn't referring to Willis's waistline. This is
all well and good and as fine a pitcher as Willis has been in his career, he's a likely candidate for a comeback; but
it's obvious what Leyland's doing with Willis and another young star, Miguel Cabrera----he's building
them up mentally so they can perform physically and, by proxy, help the Tigers win and get Leyland the contract extension
he wants.
The issue with this is
that it's the first week of pitchers and catchers and Willis's problems from last season were so pronounced that it's
going to take more than a few throwing sessions and a fresh start under new pitching coach Rick Knapp that he's all of
a sudden going to be back to his 2005, 22-win form. Willis's complicated motion, with all the little tics and bizarre
movements needed to be torn down from what it had degenerated into last season and built back up to what it was with the Marlins
in his first couple of years in the league. It's, as Brian Cashman would say, a "process" that's not going
to be completed with a few kind words and popping mitts in side sessions and batting practice.
Leyland and the Tigers are a different team from last season in
more ways than one. The expectations are well diminished; they've improved their defense and brought in a few new bullpen
names, but are they any better? The only way we'll know is when they start playing for real and we'll know fast----by
the end of April----where their 2009 is going.
Leyland was as complicit in the Tigers fall from preseason favorites to the 74-88 underachiever (and last place team) that
they were. After a poor opening few weeks, Leyland acted swiftly and started shifting players all over the field; Miguel Cabrera
was moved from third base to first base; Carlos Guillen to third (and later to left field); Brandon Inge was in and out of
the lineup; injuries and poor performance robbed the team of a deep starting rotation and their bullpen was woeful. Because
of his reputation and career, Leyland was allowed to do make these changes in what was seen as a proactive series of on-the-fly
alterations; if a younger manager such as Joe Girardi, Trey Hillman or John Russell had done something similar after a week,
it would've been seen as panicking. The timing of the position changes was strange. It was after nearly a month that the
entire infield was shifted; Leyland couldn't see in spring training that Cabrera wasn't going to cut it defensively
at third base? He had to wait until the season was a month old to make the move?
He's doing his best to boost the confidence of his players for 2009 and
get them to believe that last year was a combination of injuries and underachievement; but that only goes so far. I'm
having trouble buying into a quick turnaround by all of their stars, a year older, a year slower and a year more
fragile; their defense is better, but their bullpen is still a mess and no one knows what they're going to get out of
their starting rotation. Despite Leyland's proclamations of positive reinforcement, I've got an ominous feeling about
these Tigers----similar to the one that I only partially listened to about the Padres last season----that
things aren't just going to go bad, but they're going to go really bad; and no matter what Leyland says,
by the end of April, the die will be cast for the Tigers, and my gut feeling says that it ain't gonna be good.
Manager Joe Girardi takes the Yankees out to play:
Joe Girardi gave the entire Yankees team a day off and took
them to play billiards. The players----especially the veterans----are saying that they loved it. Designed
as a "team-bonding experience", I guess it can't hurt, but I'm not a fan of this new age stuff that's
been popularized by managers like Joe Maddon. If Girardi wanted to reward the players, he could've just said on Sunday
evening that everyone was off the next day because I'm sure the vast majority thought it was amusing, but would rather
have gone to play golf.
In seven
or eight months, if the Yankees are coasting into and through the playoffs, Girardi's lightening of the load on the players
will be seen as a "turning point", when in reality, it'll be talent that takes the Yankees where they want to
go. Girardi's strategic decisions and/or luck, along with the half a billion dollars they spent to upgrade their roster
will be more important than and afternoon of pool.
Peter
Gammons looks on the bright side of life...and it diminishes his credibility:
I never got the impression from Peter Gammons that he was ever a real "heavy
hitter" who unloaded on players even when they deserved it and it's been to his advantage in getting people to talk
to him and give him scoops and big interviews; but sometimes he writes something that turns out to be so wrong, you have to
wonder if he regrets not unloading when he knows the real deal.
On ESPN.com yesterday, Gammons wrote a bit about the Blue Jays; it put the best possible spin on the upcoming season,
but he's been around the game long enough to know that the Toronto Blue Jays aren't just a non-contender, they're
going to probably fall behind the Orioles in the AL East this year; he wrote the following, which is especially ironic considering
the news from later in the day:
It
begins with Vernon Wells, who at 30 is poised for a monster season. He has been limited to 36 homers the past two years because
of shoulder and back injuries and a broken wrist, but this winter he hired a trainer from the Athletes Performance Institute
in Tempe, Ariz., took the trainer to his home in Dallas, brought him to spring training and will continue to use him all season,
for a total investment of between $150,000 and $200,000.
"The
workouts have made a big difference in flexibility and strength," says Wells.
Okay...but in what was a most unfortunate accident of timing, the
following came through later in the story on ESPN entitled: Wells could be sidelined most of spring with a hamstring pull.
It's a bit late in the game for Gammons to start really letting people have
it, and judging by his success and Hall of Fame career, with the great respect he's generated it'd be ill-advised
to change now; but sometimes I'd like to hear him say something to the tune of what we all know, that the Blue Jays are
a disaster; that the Wells contract is an albatross around their necks for the next six years (that's until after 2014
if anyone's counting) and the team isn't going to get any better until they dump Ricciardi and bring in a talent evaluator
like Logan White of the Dodgers or a veteran executive like Bill Stoneman. We all know it's true; if someone in Gammons's
position said it, it'd be accepted without question; instead we get stuff like the above clip about Vernon Wells, which
was proven wrong within hours of publication. It's a shame in more ways than one.
It's fascinating how the blame game is played.
The New York Rangers, stumbling their way out of the playoffs and clearly in need of a new voice behind their bench finally
capitulated and fired coach Tom Renney; suddenly the allocation of blame becomes a more heated debate than the team itself.
Again it has to be explained: just because a particular person was fired, doesn't mean they're solely to blame
for whatever was wrong, but when a change needs to be made, the easiest thing to do is to fire the coach.
On one of the few days where hockey is the hot topic of conversation,
the calls to Mike Francesa's show specifically, were split on what the Rangers should've done and many were calling
for the head of GM/club president Glen Sather. Fair enough; there's plenty of evidence that Sather should be the one to
take the fall; but what has to be realized is that if a team fires a coach, they're still holding out hope for the remainder
of the season; if they fire the GM, they're starting the entire thing over again because the new GM is going to come in
and want to put his stamp on the organization and, in some cases, clear the decks completely. As long as that's understood
and accepted (and Rangers fans are clearly forgetting about the dark days without playoff appearances for a decade from the
late 90s until three years ago), then fine, fire the GM.
Was it fair to fire Renney and ostensibly lay the onus on him for what's gone on this year? No. Is it
the correct move for the team at the moment? Yes. There are circustances in which a coach, manager or GM deserve to
get fired. Paul DePodesta deserved to be fired by the Dodgers; J.P. Ricciardi deserves to get fired by the
Blue Jays; Bill Bavasi and John McLaren deserved to get fired by the Mariners last season; Matt Millen, well, he
doesn't even warrant mentioning.
But then there are the cases like Willie Randolph last season with the Mets who didn't deserve to be fired based on his
level of work and wasn't fired because GM Omar Minaya didn't want to assign responsibility on Randolph when a big
chunk of the Mets failures were organizational rather than managerial; the situation however, called for Randolph's firing.
The players were tired of talking about the security of the manager; they weren't playing well and Randolph, not popular
in the clubhouse and never all that strong strategically to begin with, needed to go if the Mets were going to save the season.
There are always good people who get caught in the crossfire of circumstances. Rod Marinelli had no chance in Detroit working
for Millen with the Lions; there was a story years ago, also in Detroit, when veteran minor league coach and manager Les Moss
finally got his chance as a big league manager with the Tigers, but was dispatched when the recently fired manager of the
Big Red Machine Cincinnati Reds, Sparky Anderson, decided he wanted to manage again and the Tigers jumped at the chance; in
retrospect, there's no way Moss would've had the success Anderson had. Was it fair? No. Did it turn out right? Yes.
Then we get to Renney, Sather and the Rangers. There were many calls
absolving Renney of the Rangers ills yesterday; but Renney had a lot of say in the personnel department, so he must've
signed off on the decisions. Other calls were lambasting the Rangers for letting Jaromir Jagr leave for Russia. Well, Jagr
got so much money in that deal that if the Rangers had even tried to come close to matching it, they'd be in an even deeper
mess than they are now with the salary cap; and anyone who watched Jagr last year is engaging in selective memory with how
he played; there were many, many times where he wasn't scoring for long stretches and he was coasting through his shifts;
of course teams had to plan for him and put their best defenders across from him, opening up opportunities for the ancillary
players; but how long was that going to last? If they signed him to a 6-year contract, they'd have gotten what they needed
from him for perhaps half that; then what?
The Rangers have two advantages that make the hiring of John Tortorella a worthwhile gamble to try and save the season: goalie
Henrik Lundqvist and that there's no dominant team in the conference that they can't beat. Logically, Tortorella's
wide open and aggressive style will suit a few players like Nikolai Zherdev to be able to score more; plus with the way the
Rangers have been scrounging for goals, playing for the shootout and relying on Lundqvist anyway, it's better to be a
bit more aggressive, try to score a little more and hope Lundqvist can rescue them from the defensive and mental breakdowns
(that were happening with more and more frequency) anyway.
Tortorella has a reputation as a raving lunatic, which is in stark contrast to Renney's cerebral and teaching approach.
Renney's way of doing things wasn't working and with the conference as wide open as it is (the Capitals are the most
dangerous team with questions in goal; the Bruins goalie situation is also concern for them; and the Rangers have historically
had the Devils' number in the playoffs), the Rangers can certainly ride a hot Lundqvist through to, at least, the conference
finals. Renney's going to get another opportunity to coach and, worst case scenario, after decompressing a bit, will be
back with the Rangers in the front office. This was the right move, right now even if it doesn't work because doing nothing
or, as some people want, firing the GM would've been giving up on the season entirely.
I'm not sure why this is such an issue. In case anyone missed
it, there's a conniption fit going on because a prospect who said his name was Esmailyn Gonzalez and claimed to be 16-years-old
when the Washington Nationals signed him to a $1.4 million contract three years ago, is actually Carlos David Alvarez Lugo
and was 19 when he was signed. Okay, so? What's the big deal? When
signing players from countries that are dirt poor and have slipshod systems of keeping records, how is anyone supposed to
know how old a player is? Years ago there were questions about the ages of players like Luis Tiant; and it's now coming
out that established players such as Miguel Tejada lied about their ages. So? There's no way for anyone to really know
how old a player is; the only thing a scout or interested team can truly know is what the player tells them and by examining
the documents they can get their hands on; and what if they are older than they say
they are? Are the Athletics going to discount all the numbers and the MVP award Tejada won when he was their shortstop? Are
the Indians, Red Sox and Yankees going to strike Tiant's numbers when he pitched for them because he may have been two,
three or five years older than they thought? The age thing is only a scouting protective device
anyway; they might've known that the guy was probably not who he said he was and wasn't the age he said he was, but
what's the difference if he can play? A scout signing a 16-year-old----good; a
scout signing a 19-year-old----bad. This Lugo or Gonzalez or whatever his name is
looks like he can play a bit based on his numbers; so what if he's a couple years older that they thought? The guy wanted to play baseball professionally; apparently has
some ability; and he took the steps to make it a reality. Why is it that everyone's flipping out about this when more
damage was done to the game's reputation by the wink, nod and blissfully intentional ignorance that baseball itself utilized
in inflicting the damage of the PED scandals? This is a non-story.
Jim Bowden as Fredo Corleone:
The list of reasons for the Nationals to replace GM Jim Bowden are vast, but it's starting to
look like he's a wannabe Don King, and is in reality, Fredo Corleone. There's a new investigation by the FBI about
skimming of signing bonuses with Bowden involved----ESPN Story. I have no idea what Bowden did or didn't do, but when's enough going to be enough with
this guy? The Nats farm system is hideous; he's turned the big league roster into a halfway house for wayward youth; he
doesn't know what he's doing; and he's not particularly well-liked anyway. It's as if he wants to be a criminal
mastermind similar to King, with brilliance and always plausible deniability combined with a logic that is the hallmark of
an evil genius, but instead screws everything up like Fredo Corleone and is best kept in the background or dispatched before
things get even worse.
I
watched five minutes of the Oscars and remembered specifically why I don't watch
it:
I thought that the new administration
was clarifying the lines of torture. You'd never know it from the few minutes I spent watching the Oscars.
Without getting into detail, what was the purpose of having those former winners standing on stage as a group and having an
ass-kiss fest of the nominees for this year? It was like being dragged across broken glass face first and it didn't want
to end. I kept flipping channels and going back and it was still going on!!!! As far
as I know, it hasn't ended yet. Does anyone even watch the thing anymore, or do they just wait to see who won? Good grief!!!
Bursting the bubble of innuendo about
trainer Angel Presinal:
Reading between the lines about personal trainer Angel Presinal, the implication is that any kind of involvement with him
at all by any player means that they were automatically using his apparent familiarity with steroids as basis for conviction
of guilt, and it is----in the court of public opinion. The truth is that simply because
the man knows about steroids and probably provided them with guidance in their correct usage to certain players, that doesn't
mean he's on a level with Kirk Radomski and Brian McNamee as a dealer/enabler.
As someone who's done research into steroids; has friends who are serious,
competitive bodybuilders; and has worked in gyms, I'm here to tell you that because someone has a certain knowledge about
the usage of PEDs, knows where to get them and how to apply them, it doesn't eliminate any training knowledge they have
or disqualify them from helping those who want to play clean. I know about steroids but have never used them and, truth be
told, I don't think they're that dangerous if used correctly under medical supervision; it's not as cut and dried
as is implied.
ESPN.com had a story about Presinal
posted yesterday----LINK. Peering through the subterfuge and knowing what I know about personal trainers and steroids, here's what I think goes
on with Presinal: he knows about steroids; he knows how to beat drug tests; and if a player asks about them, he tells them
what the deal is. He neither recommends them, nor advises against them; if a player wants to play clean, he can help them
get into condition without them; if they don't, he has the knowledge to help them there too.
Because a person has knowledge about a certain subject doesn't
make them guilty. People believe that competitive bodybuilders are muscleheaded idiots, and some of them are; but they also
have to know about nutrition; and I'm not talking about basic carbs, proteins, fats; I'm talking about everything about how each and every single thing a person ingests affects their body and performance; that
includes water intake, how many calories to consume, how to gain and lose weight and be in peak condition on a particular
day at a particular time. It's a science. So as the media tries to turn this Presinal into the devil incarnate and assume
everyone who's had any dealings with him whatsoever is, by proxy, a steroid user, the fact is that they might be; but
they also might not be; but you'd never know that by the ominous way in which he's portrayed.
When (not if) Manny signs with the Dodgers, he'll
be looking for someone to blame for his "substandard" contract:
After Manny Ramirez finally rejoins the Dodgers, I've said all along
that he's going to publicly fire Scott Boras for not following through on his promises to get him $100 million. Then there's
going to be the sticky situation of an irritated Manny because he had to "settle" for around $25 million for one
year. That's the thing with Manny: he seems to blame others (even those that are trying to help him) for his problems.
Boras does deserve a chunk of the blame for what's gone on with Manny from the way he forced his way out of Boston and
behaved like a fool; but Manny's not as stupid as people tend to believe; he shares in the responsibility as well. One
thing that has to be worrying to the Dodgers is that Manny is going to show up in a bad mood because he didn't get the
multi-year deal he wanted even if was the Dodgers who wanted him and paid him.
It reminds me of when the Oakland Raiders drafted Lester Hayes far later in the NFL
draft than his talents indicated he should've gone (Hayes had a stutter which made people think he was stupid); he showed
up to camp all angry because he was passed over by so many teams; Raiders coach John Madden had to explain to Hayes that it
wasn't the Raiders he should've been mad at because they were the ones who did draft
him. If Manny's on a one-year deal, it shouldn't be a problem because he'll still be motivated to give the big
money another shot next year, but if they give him a two-year contract, who knows what Manny's frame of mind will be as
he sits there and stews?
Circumstances
could save New York Rangers coach Tom Renney:
The NHL is a league that tends to fire their coaches first and ask questions later and the Rangers coach Tom Renney is right
in front of the firing squad for several reasons, not the least of being how awful the team's been lately. Even with that,
he probably has tonight to get the team straightened out because of the accident of circumstance that two of the team's
old-time players----Andy Bathgate and Harry Howell----are
being honored at Madison Square Garden tonight. After the ceremonies, they're playing a rebuilding team in the Toronto
Maple Leafs, whom they should beat; and if they don't, they're not playing again until Wednesday in Toronto against
the same team which is plenty of time to make a change.
Not wanting to distract from a celebration is a strange way to save a coach's job, but these things happen and sometimes
they turn out to be for the best. Many coaches and managers have been days, hours and minutes away from being sacked, and
are spared for one reason or another out of sheer luck and turn things around.
Firing Renney wouldn't solve the Rangers problem of not being able to score, but the players
do seem to have tuned him out; and he's not blameless in this whole mess because his team plays a lackluster offensive
style, has been hideous on the power play and he has a lot of say-so in the composition of the roster. They're
still in a relatively secure playoff position and there's no team in the conference that they can't get past in the
playoffs, so a change, even if it's just for the rest of the season (the NHL also tends to fire coaches briefly, then
bring them back sometime during the next season) might be a wakeup call.
Team president Glen Sather is close with veteran coach Pat Quinn and he's a successful, respected
coach; Peter Laviolette is still out of work; and the Rangers employ a "fixer" with a history of having his teams
burst out of the gate when he takes over in Jim Schoenfeld. Then there are the less intriguing names like Bob Hartley, John
Tortorella or Robbie Ftorek. One way or the other, Renney had better get the team back on the right track, because if they
lose again and look like zombies, he'll be out. (Following is a great clip of Schoenfeld confronting a referee in the
runway while he was coaching the Devils):
Years ago, the owners tried to band together to keep player salaries down by lowballing stars or not even bidding on them.
It worked for a couple of years as stars like Kirk Gibson and Tim Raines were unable to find even one team that was willing
to try and sign them; of course the owners got sued; of course they lost; and of course it cost them a fortune in compensation.
Now salaries are being stifled; players are forced to take one-year deals; and money is way down from what the same players
would've gotten in more affluent times and teams are getting bargains because of it. What would
Bobby Abreu have gotten last year had he been a free agent? Manny Ramirez? Orlando Hudson? Francisco Rodriguez? With their
resumes, they would've broken the bank. Even injury prone and slightly above average players like Joe Crede would've
cashed in due to the desperation. Now we see Abreu taking an incentive-laden, one-year deal from the Angels; Manny's sitting
out and seething; Hudson signed with the Dodgers for one-year; K-Rod took a three-year deal from the Mets for reasonable money
after saving 62 games last year; and now Crede agrees to terms with the Twins. Some teams, like the Yankees, are still spending wildly; and most of these owners could lose 90% of their
fortunes and wouldn't even notice, but the situation has gotten to the point where the players are back on their heels
and interested teams are secure in the knowledge that there aren't any options available for the players to be fussy.
What collusion couldn't do, the econony is doing and knowing the owners, they'll
still find a way to screw things up, but as of right now, it's a bliss for teams who always wanted to set a dollar value
on players and come somewhere close to achieving it in reality and for 2009 at least, they're getting the bargains they've
always wanted, but couldn't figure out how.
Does this
sound like a mentor?
Here's
some quotes from Tom Glavine on his return to the Braves:
"I
don't necessarily want to be the guy who has to pitch 220 innings and win every time he goes to the mound..."
"I’m looking forward to this stage of my career where
I don’t have to deal with that kind of pressure and can be more of a complement to our rotation."
I'd hate to inconvenience Tom with the nuisance of having to win. It's
like he's doing the Braves a favor by gracing them with his presence as he finishes the yard work in his Atlanta home.
For a guy who was an eloquent spokesman for the game most of his career, Glavine is not only hanging on too long with his
pitching, he's hanging around too long with his mouth. His indifferent reaction to his non-competitive performance on
the last day of the season for the Mets in 2007 as they completed their collapse was what angered fans more than anything
else; it's one thing to get pounded; it's another to sound like you're just shrugging your shoulders about it
as you pack up and head back to Atlanta. I've always been an advocate of getting players to
sign with clubs by convincing them that they can flourish in the venue; it's been necessary for New York teams to cajole
certain personalities into coming into the fishbowl; but in recent years I've come to the conclusion that if a player
is truly enthusiastic about playing in New York and getting with the program, he doesn't need to be begged. Another example
of setting a standard is when the Rays got rid of Delmon Young and Elijah Dukes; my new philosophy for an organization would
be, "if you don't want to be part of this, then we'll move you; if you don't want to be here, we wish you
all the luck in the world and we'll get someone else." I don't care who the player is and what he can do; no
one's irreplaceable; and if someone is acting like they're doing me a favor, then I don't need them that badly.
If anything should convince the Braves that it's time to move forward, it's these stupid
comments. They've lost John Smoltz; no one wants to play there anymore; and they need to rebuild. If Glavine doesn't
show anything more than he did last season in the spring, they should tell him he's not making the team and he should
retire before they cut him. The major leagues isn't a retirement home and for all the ridicule the Braves used to heap
on the Mets, they're looking an awful lot like those Mets of the late 90s and early 2000s; I can tell them first hand
that's not the direction they want to take.
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Tom Glavine returns to the Braves for
$1 million+incentives:
If Glavine can
provide anything----leadership, a few innings, a win here or there----I suppose it's worth it, but the Braves have some young pitching that would undoubtedly deliver more
on the field than Glavine can at this point. It's easy to look back and say he should've retired after that final
game debacle for the Mets in 2007; and I probably wouldn't have wanted to go out on that note either; but he returned
to the Braves, didn't pitch well and got hurt. Truth be told, he looks like he's got nothing left in the tank. The
Braves have James Parr, Charlie Morton and Tommy Hanson off the top of my head who deserve the rotation spot more than Glavine
does based on ability alone. I only hope for Glavine's sake that he'll know when to quit
if he pitches poorly and his body doesn't respond in spring training. It's obvious why the Braves are bringing him
back: if he can pitch, he can be of some use; they're reeling from John Smoltz's stunning defection and recent comments
about the organization; and they're being loyal to Glavine for his years of service. This, however, is a major part of
the Braves current problems; they're clinging to the past and reluctant to do what needs to be done to rebuild the organization
properly; and part of that is cutting ties with the past and guys who can't do it anymore like Tom Glavine.
Nothing more needs to be said about this:
This guy's in trouble. Read this link to the story about Alex
Rodriguez: NY Daily News Story and I'm sure you'll agree.
The Most Important Thing About Junior Returning To The Mariners
Ken Griffey Jr. returns to the Mariners:
Never mind that Ken Griffey Jr. will finish his career with the
club he, in retrospect, never should've left; never mind that he's going to put some enthusiasm into the fan base
in Seattle coming off 100 losses and give the fans a reason to go to the games as the club starts a retooling project; the
most important part of all this is that I don't have to change the first draft of my baseball guide.
Having generally assumed that Griffey would return to the Mariners when I wrote that selection, I took the artistic liberty
of adding Griffey into the equation as if he'd already been signed. I wavered as the rumors of his impending agreement
with the Braves was stated in various terms as being "done", but left the manuscript as isand was rewarded. Clearly this should be seen as the most important development of the whole thing----that I wasn't inconvenienced.
All (half) kidding aside, the Mariners and Braves are going to end up with win totals in the low-to-mid 70s; the Mariners
with a total of around 70-73 and the Braves with maybe 75-79, there isn't much difference between the two; and I'm
not buying this stuff about Griffey making a pledge to finish his career as a Mariner either; you have to wonder what's
going on with the Braves and why so many players are reluctant to join them unless the money is above-and-beyond what others
are offering. Is this a divinely intervened comeuppance for all those years of consecutive division
titles? The Braves were an arrogant team during those years; they played and behaved professionally, but there was a smug
condescension to their opponents that may have contributed to the determination the more feisty teams like the Phillies, Marlins
and early Yankees teams had when denying the Braves their self-anointed place in history. Now they've been bad for three
straight years and aren't getting any better; in fact, they're getting worse. Players are shunning them for other
options and one has to ask whether GM Frank Wren's relationship with Cal Ripken Jr. as the GM in Baltimore has something
to do with it. In September of Wren's lone year as Orioles GM, Ripken was stuck in traffic and called
ahead to the team as they were set to take off on a chartered flight to California; Wren ordered the flight to take off as
Ripken arrived moments later and had to make his own travel arrangements to join the club. In doing something so self-immolating,
Wren's people skills are a bit short ; and you also have to assume that Ripken, who holds a lot of sway with a lot of
people, has let it be known to steer clear of any organization that's being run by Wren. The Braves
used to laugh at the Mets when their organization was so shambolic that they were unable to attract even the most negligible
free agents (the most notable being journeyman catcher Henry Blanco, who spurned the Mets higher offer after the 2004 season
to join the Cubs), but now it's probably not so funny because the Braves are appearing similar, if not identical, to those
mediocre and poorly run Mets teams. On the bright side, the Braves winter has been so hideous that the actual season can't
be much worse. (Or can it?)
The
funniest part of Greg Maddux's role as a spring training instructor for the Padres:
Greg Maddux was a pitching craftsman during his career----Prince of New York Blog 12/6/2008----and has a lot to offer as a teacher, but the Padres are in such a state that if
their "spring training instructor", the 43-year-old Maddux, were activated, he'd be their number three starter
on opening day; then their number two starter when Chris Young begins running out of gas at mid-season. If I were a Padres
fan, Jeff Moorad couldn't arrive soon enough.
Arrogance unfettered:
With the economy teetering, the Yankees have been having trouble selling
their most expensive seats for the upcoming season in the new stadium, so they've taken to advertising in the newspapers,
something they haven't had to do in years; there's nothing wrong with that, but the ads themselves are giving me shaky
chills at the obnoxious arrogance. The one line that stands out: "Own the Greatness". Own the greatness? Own the greatness?!?! Uh, let's take a step back, shall we? The last time there was any evidence of "greatness"
was eight years ago. If any organization at this point has a right to say they're
"great", it's not the Yankees, but their rivals, the Red Sox.Own the greatness indeed. Did Michael Kay write that copy? My God....even
the hardest core Yankee fan must squirm at this nonsense even more than they did during ARod's press conference. Yeesh.
A very brief note about Alex Rodriguez's
press conference:
I'm not getting
into any in depth stuff about ARod's press conference because the story's already beyond tiresome; I was pretty well
on the mark with my "preview" of the charade yesterday before it took place. One thing I'll say is that ARod
is either totally surrounded by sycophants who aren't bright enough to advise him to tell the truth and get it over with;
or he won't listen to anyone who isn't an enabler. He's not telling the truth about what happened and I'll
add one prediction to this whole thing: He's going to be asked about it all year and his list of excuses and anthology
of stories are going to change by the day; Alex Rodriguez is never going to give the real story because he's incapable
of differentiating from the truth and what he wants
to be the truth. This would all go away if he made the simple statement:
"I tried
it to see if it worked; it was a mistake and I wouldn't do it again."
Don't hold your breath waiting for that to happen. Let's move onto some more interesting subjects, shall we?
Ian Kennedy does not know when
to shut up:
Has everyone seen this
article from the NY Times the other day about Phil Hughes and Ian Kennedy----link? The guy does not understand the concept of keeping his mouth...shut!!!!
Here are the relevant quotes from the article:
“I’m probably more driven,” Kennedy said. “I wouldn’t say I was content
last year; it’s nice knowing you have a spot. But this year, knowing that I can compete to possibly be the first guy
called up, I think that’s going to bring the best out of me this spring.”
“The
whole year was a learning process,” Kennedy said. “I think if you’re not confident in yourself, who’s
going to be confident in you? I believe in myself. That’s why it comes off wrong or it’s perceived wrong by some
people.
“People
that know me know that I try to be as humble as I possibly can, but you’ve got to believe in yourself.”
Good grief!!!
Rookies who come up and do well are barely allowed to yap this much; and after the way he pitched last season and how he was
raked over the coals for his nonseniscal statements and borderline indifferent reaction to getting pounded in a game against
the Angels in August...
"It's
always disappointing, but it's my first bad outing in a long time, since the All-Star break," said Kennedy, whose
previous seven starts were in the minor leagues.
"I felt like I made some good pitches and got out of the second inning. I am not too upset about it. You move on, and
I have already done that. I am not going to look too much into it."
...you'd think he'd have been told by someone to answer with the
following well-practiced cliche to any and all questions posed to him this spring: "I had a terrible season last year
in all facets; I worked hard over the winter and hopefully I can learn from my mistakes and reward the Yankees for their faith
in me." And that's it!!! He doesn't get it. Veteran players only tolerate a
big mouthed rookie if he performs. The Red Sox put up with Dustin Pedroia because he's the type of player who performs
better when he's being obnoxious; Kennedy seems to be missing the fact that he was terrible last season; and the simple
reality is that he's not all that good to begin with.
I don't know if anyone from the Yankees has spoken to him (my guess is they have), but he's
either not listening, not comprehending or is too arrogant to believe what they're telling him. I was against giving Kennedy
away as some were advocating last season, but after this it's clear that something's not getting through and I'd
try to rehabilitate his career at Triple A and hope someone wants to ante up a couple of prospects for him. He's a hopeless
cause.
Something strangely
funny (and sad) about MLBlogs:
I haven't
posted anything there other than links to my new site and I'm still getting close to the same amount of hits as I did
when I was laboring to write interesting and coherent analysis. On the one hand it's funny; on the other I was clearly
spending a chunk of the past three years wasting my energy.
If you think Alex Rodriguez is going to come out with any kind of
unrehearsed, freewheeling and spontaneous response to any question at today's press conference, you can forget it. Here's
how this thing's going to go:
The "supportive
teammates" will stream out in front of ARod (Derek Jeter will be there, although everyone knows that he'd prefer
to be spreadeagled and coated with honey over a pair of warring nests of red ants than be at that press conference) along
with manager Joe Girardi and GM Brian Cashman; the Steinbrenners won't be there. Making themselves inconspicuous in the
background will be the army of lawyers, PR people and image consultants that ARod has employed, along with ex-wife Cynthia.
(Madonna will be at power yoga and unable to attend.)
ARod
will give a short statement, adding a bit more flesh to his evasive responses to the softballs Peter Gammons hurled at him,
but not saying anything of consequence or, more importantly, to incriminate himself. There will still be a plausible deniability
as to the amount of stuff he used, when and from whom he got it. The statement will be rife with contrition and regret and
clearly written by someone other than ARod.
He'll
take questions from the press, but won't answer them directly; he'll be more forthcoming than he was in the Gammons
interview, will defend himself with a smile and repeatedly apologize for lying to the kids of America who look up to him;
to his family and friends. Instead of pulling a Roger Clemens and playing the slugging boxer, trying to do battle with those
that dare question his integrity and motives, ARod will dance. Rather than bore in as a two-fisted slugger like Roberto Duran,
he'll pull a Sugar Ray Leonard; prancing around, answering but not answering; never being specific and sticking to his
script. The press will unload on him afterward, saying that he wasn't more upfront and honest than he was in the Gammons
interview, just more slick, more polished and more prepared. He'll be ripped in the media and by anonymous teammates for
being a poser and this story will continue to be a distraction throughout camp and at least until the season starts.
On a more interesting note,
I did some in-the-trenches research into ARod's choice of PEDs:
I dug out one of my hardcore steroid books (don't ask): The
Underground Steroid Handbook by the late Dan Duchaine and found some interesting (and unintentionally funny considering ARod's image) facts about the drugs he was supposedly
taking. Duchaine was known as a steroids "guru" and was unabashed about helping his clients procure and use the
drugs correctly and assisting them in passing drug tests when they were using. He also formulated a dieting system somewhat
like a souped up version of that Atkins Diet for bodybuilders to lose fat and increase definition. (I suspect relatively strongly
that before he died, Duchaine was involved with some major league players; Ken Caminiti advocated a diet that he used during
his steroid years with the Padres that sounded eerily close to Duchaine's "high-fat" diet and Duchaine was based
not far from San Diego.) The Underground Steroid Handbook isn't
written by a doctor or for medical purposes, but it effectively describes what was once exclusively for bodybuilders and strength
athletes and was tacitly allowed to creep into baseball through lax enforcement and the absence of rules prohibiting them.
Primobolan is considered, without trying to be humorous, a steroid for those that are afraid to use the real deal PEDs like
Winstrol, Sustanon, Deca Durabolin and Dianabol. ARod was never specific about how he took the drugs, but there are the Priombolan
pills and shots and it seemed to be implied that he took shots; the following describes the Primobolan shots since the pills
are predominately used by women, which may or may not exclude ARod. (The book was published in 1989):
PRIMABOLAN ACETATE: This short-acting injectable form of Primabolan has a cult following of
competitive bodybuilders in America. It is now only manufactured in Germany . European athletes used to regard Primo Acetate
injection to be for children because the dosage is so small.
I don't consider Primo Acetate
injection effective for anyone unless used in large doasges. There are other steroids just as safe to use and more effective...
PRIMOBOLAN DEPOT: This is a longer acting Primobolan than the Acetate and is usually taken
weekly. It is thought to increase muscle size by decreasing muscle density, although this view is held by athletes, not scientists.
It's side effects are less that Deca's; it may not raise blood pressure as much as
other injectables. Primabolin Depot in America is an 'I'll try it for a while.'
kind of drug.* (*Italics added.) The very idea of ARod----at age 25; as cautious as he was with his body; and as serious as he was about his place in history----was going to take anything without knowing what
it was is ludicrous; it's beyond ludicrous. The information above isn't what
you'll get off the internet, but the facts about the drugs, who takes them and why. Those steroids themselves are considered
kind of "juice for fairies" who are afraid to take the full step and take the hard core drugs that most everyone
else was taking. ARod was never (and presumably never will be) specific about what he was taking, but it's clear from
the descriptions of the drugs that it was Primabolan Depot that he was taking and he wanted to try it to see if it worked.
The sickest part is that what he was taking probably didn't help him all that much, if at all;
and the conscious choice of taking PEDs with limited side effects (and of course, limited effectiveness) is circumstantial
evidence that ARod knew damn well what he was taking and wanted to give it a shot (pardon the pun). Had he stayed clean, his
numbers probably would've been at or close to what they were with the drugs; but
now ARod's tainted forever even if he was taking "juice for fairies" and even if he does the unthinkable and
spills his guts sometime in the near future, nothing's going to change that and he did this to himself and no press conference
with the entire Yankees roster standing behind him is going to help him regain what he lost with his stupid insecurities.
I've
resisted doing this, but the actions of the MLBlogs administration has forced me into a detailed list of reasons that I took
my work to my own website. It's one thing to be rationally self-absorbed; it's another to unilaterally erase someone
as if they've been cast out completely because they made a conscious choice to leave. In yesterday's posting of the
MLBlogosphere, community blog, the "rankings" were again listed. My blog,
Prince Of New York, which is still on MLBlogs despite my posting of nothing but notes and
links to my new home, PaulLebowitz.com, has received enough hits to be at least in the top 15 of their rankings. In what can only be seen as a decision based on
my departure, it was omitted completely as if it never existed and doesn't count in their rankings. I haven't wanted
to do this; haven't wanted to let my longstanding feelings known about the way the MLBlogs site is handled because there
wasn't really a point, but if this is the vindictive way in which the administration is going to run things, I have no
choice but to state my case and let readers come to their own conclusion.
The site is handled unprofessionally and promoted cluelessly:
If you Google the terms "baseball blogs", you'll notice that the "official affiliate/unofficial opinions" outlet
directly connected to MLB.com comes out ninth. Think about that for a second. Ninth. Would the NFL, if they had a site for fans to blog, allow whoever's in charge of that site to remain
in their current position if there was such a lack of knowledge of its existence? If they spent so much time and money creating
the site, working on it, using it to promote and sell items and then allow it to be such a non-factor on the web? Say what
you want about the cold and ruthless way the NFL does business; about how it's a cutthroat entity with inordinate power
that wears out their assets and dispatches them; but they have their house in order; and if something's not working or
living up to expectations, it's fixed. Can that be said about Major League Baseball and their affiliates?
Do you have any idea how many people who are now regular readers of my work have said to me (in various different presentations
of the same theme): "I only recently found your blog and would've been reading it all along had I known it existed"?
I was writing on that site for almost three years and I've developed a loyal following of readers, but to be completely
honest, nowhere near as many as the work itself deserves. That's fact, and it's a clear problem with the way MLBlogs
is run. Do they not realize that the site can be used for selling Alyssa Milano's hoodies and
promoting the MLB Network and being a spot for qualified analysts to have their work
shown and read? Do they not understand that with their selfish and random ignorance that they're not administering to
their clientele? Are the bosses at MLB even paying attention to what's going on? Last year, the site
publisher was changed from Typepad to Movable Type; fair enough. Maybe it was a business decision or an honest attempt to
improve; but the change was made not in January or February when traffic was probably at its lowest; no, it was made on opening weekend of the 2008 season. This isn't just an accident of circumstance, it
was pure stupidity and incompetence. The act itself was the final straw for some longtime and hardworking
bloggers who'd been with MLBlogs since the very beginning and were the lifeblood of its existence. Matt at Diamondhacks; Michael at Some Ballyard; and Russell at Arizona via Slough all left after that debacle and started their sites elsewhere. I hedged; I started a duplicate site at Blogspot, but maintained
my presence at MLBlogs. For awhile, late last year, it looked like it would pay off. My blog was heavily promoted on the front
page of MLB.com and on the homepage of MLBlogs; then it all just stopped. The site was once a paid service
of $50 a year; then, like that commercial for The Ladders, it went free and everyone
and anyone started a blog. The quality work was caught up in people trying to sell stuff; starting a blog on whim and never
contributing anything; ignorant fan rants; or just colossal self-promoting wastes of time. Just like that, the entire site
was saturated and it diminished the quality even further. For a brief while late last year, it appeared
as if quality was being promoted intentionally by the administrators of the site. My blog, along with Jeff and Allen at Red State Blue State and Jane at Confessions of a She-Fan were featured regularly on the MLB front page and on the front page of the blogsite; then after the new year it became a
free-for-all with random blogs who weren't putting in the time or the work to warrant the attention. The importance of
promoting the selling of items or that interminable MLB Network took precedence over pure baseball talk and the result was
the lack of traffic to qualified blogs such as mine and then led to my departure.
The rankings:
Whether or not you realize it, the rankings are twisted, manipulated and skewered. Certain blogs
that make "stunning leaps" into the top ten are only there because they spent a week or so sitting on the front
page of the MLB site. And just having web hits doesn't mean there's anyone actually reading
the blogs. I haven't posted anything of note there in almost two weeks and my traffic is cut in about half from
what it was. The people who read what I was writing came to my new site along with me. The other hits are either people who
are looking for tickets to the Artist once again known as Prince performing in New York; want to find a photo of some player
or person I've embedded into one of my postings; need information about Tim Lincecum's mechanics; or are googling
some random person I happened to mention. Many times they're on the site for too short a period for them to register as
having been on for any amount of time at all...but it's still a web hit. The spammer blog known as The Rumor Mill was a prime example of this phenomenon. The
Rumor Mill deserved credit for one thing: coming up with a clever, hittable title to draw traffic, but that doesn't
mean there was anyone reading it, because there was nothing to read other than links to betting sites; ticket exchanges and
other crap, but until recently, he was always at the top of the rankings because he got a lot of hits whether he was posting
anything or not. If there are those who sit around and post comments all day on other blogs and Twitter; who are poring over
the rankings to boost their own numbers for some kind of ego boost to be "number one", they either don't know
or care that no one's reading the thing. And that's fact.
It was a losing proposition in which I was getting almost nothing of consequence
from my participation:
After being
a member in good standing (with the daily postings to prove it) for three years, it was easier to stay than it was to start
my own site. I've owned the name PaulLebowitz.com since I got my publishing contract for my novel in 2000. I never did
anything with it in the eight years since; but in looking at the traffic and who was reading my work, there was no reason
for me to stay at MLBlogs if there wasn't going to be any promotion done for my work. No reason to sit there and waste my time when I could just let my loyal readers know where I was going and have
them follow me. The most offensive thing to me was that after three years of work, no one even cared that I was considering
leaving; they didn't even give one word of appreciation that I contributed; nothing. What I got was the dictatorial elimination
of my mere presence in their rankings and it won't be a surprise if they take steps to elminate my blog entirely following
this posting. (I'd advise them not to do that.) What kind of an organization
is so inept that they just let good people leave? The same organization that lets big news pass without promoting those that
are discussing it, of course. There are of course the huge stories like ARod and steroids that warrant their attention and
a link from the front page of the blogsite, but do you know how many times I had to let them know that something big was happening
in baseball and they needed to mention it on the front page? When Willie Randolph was fired from the Mets in the middle of
the night, half of the next day had a series of links promoting "hot interleague matchups"; the manager of a huge
market team had just been fired clumsily and this was what they were interested in promoting. That's either a case of
people being asleep at the switch or just not caring about what they're doing; of looking forward to some other avenue
for their career without paying attention to where they currently are and doing the best they can and letting the future take
care of itself; and just like eliminating my justified spot in the rankings, that's a self-centered and embarrassing way
to conduct oneself and if that's how they want to be perceived, as flunkies looking for a way out, then fine. But until
MLBlogs gets it's house in order from the top, there's never going to be anything more than what there is now, whatever
"it" is.
Note: I'm keeping it short today because I have to try and finish my book,
am already annoyed because Manny still hasn't signed; I've also come to accept the fact that the Mets are a third
place team for 2009 and I'm irritable for another reason that will be detailed below.
Ken Griffey Jr. a fit for the Mariners, not for the Braves:
The talk that Ken Griffey Jr.'s negotiations with the Mariners
were getting more serious was apparently premature. Griffey is interested in the Braves and they, for some reason, are interested
in Griffey. Other than being nowhere near Griffey's off-season home of Orlando, the Mariners are a perfect fit for Griffey,
while the Braves main advantage is their location. The Braves as currently costructed are a mess;
their entire pitching staff is shaky; their lineup is oddly configured and weak. What good does Griffey, at age 39, do for
them? Their intent is to platoon him with Matt Diaz in left field, but that platoon will be a below average offensive and
defensive left field and doesn't do much more good for the Braves than they'd get if they stuck Diaz out there every
day. Griffey's bat has slowed and playing in a tough division and in the big ballpark of Atlanta would diminish him into
a 12-15 home run guy on a bad team. The Mariners situation is different. They're in the middle
of a retooling with most of their veterans available at the asking and probably traded during the season. New GM Jack Zduriencik
knows the situation and the idea of bringing Griffey back isn't so much of an on-field decision, but a way to get the
fans to accept the new regime's strategy as they basically start over again. The prospect of Griffey back in Seattle would
provide some buzz; some reason to get fannies in the seats. Plus there'd be no expectations of contention as
there are (for some bizarre reason) in Atlanta. Griffey would be able to have his farewell tour back where he started, he'd
hit his 15-20 homers playing regularly as a DH/part-time outfielder and wouldn't hear the constant questions about when
he's going to retire. Both teams are in the same boat and will end the season with win totals
close to one another; the problem is that the Mariners are the ones who realize this fact, and the Braves are in deep denial.
Things that make me grumble:
In 2006, the MLB radio show had bloggers as guests during the season.
I was on the show in early September and did pretty well (I think); when I published my baseball preview a few months later,
I e-mailed the producer asking if they'd have me on for a brief segment to publicize the book. They
didn't say no. They didn't say yes. They didn't even respond. We're
not talking about me contacting Howard Stern, Rush Limbaugh or Mike Francesa; I can't imagine that the baseball show had
to be that discriminating with the guests that they couldn't give me ten minutes; and if not, a response would've
been nice. Now, I don't ask for much, but the very least I expect is a response even if it's to
tell me to go screw myself. I'm in a similar situation now and am tempering my rage (as much as I can) to the lack of
respect that I feel I deserve for my skills. Has everyone seen the following? It's an ad on Rotoworld.com:
Baseball News Writer
Rotoworld is looking for writers to join the staff as paid contributors for the upcoming baseball
season. Previous writing experience is an absolute must, as is significant knowledge of and passion
for both baseball and fantasy baseball. Qualified applicants would work under baseball editors
Aaron Gleeman and Matthew Pouliot, providing coverage for Rotoworld's player news page that requires
the ability to report news with instant analysis and recap games in a clear, concise style. If
interested, please send a brief note about yourself and desire to work for Rotoworld along samples
and/or links of your writing experience and a resume to Aaron Gleeman - Agleeman@rotoworld.com.
I e-mailed the guy twice at both of his addresses that are listed. That was three
weeks ago...and nothing. No screw you, Paul. No, not interested Paul. No, we're considering you Paul. Nada. And why would
I be qualified for that job? I don't even really mind if they say no. The thing that's most irritating to
me is that they don't even respond. It doesn't take much of an effort to get back to someone when they're responding
to an ad in a professional context, but there's very little of that in this industry and it's not just unprofessional,
it's insulting. Maybe someone else reading this would like to take a shot at that job because
I'm missing some key element that they're looking for. What that is is anyone's guess. Considering some of the
people who do get paid for their work, maybe I'm doing something wrong. Perhaps if I go along the partisan lines
that most paid writers do (damning the truth), don't really know what they're talking about or are so lazy that they
don't even bother doing the barest amount of fact-checking, then I'll start getting answers. If I crawl into a book
of stats; defend Paul DePodesta to my dying day; wait in the basement for the "food hole" to open long enough for
my mother to throw some joints of raw meat down the steps, and abandon any form of female companionship whatsoever, that'll
do the trick, because this thing of being knowledgeable, witty and eloquent obviously ain't working.
Ben Sheets's Surgery; Sandy Alderson's Job Prospects
Ben Sheets's elective surgery?
Here's something I don't get. Ben Sheets made the
free agent rounds, talking with a bunch of teams about a contract and insisted he was healthy; no one, other than the Rangers,
were willing to offer Sheets anything more than a 1-year deal pending a physical; then in an about-face, Sheets decides that
he will have surgery to fix a torn flexor tendon in his elbow. So which is it?
Is he healthy? Was he trying to get himself a contract from someone as he insisted he was healthy
and worry about whether or not he really was later? Was he trying to put something over on someone?
Either he needs the surgery or he doesn't. If he does, why was he trying to get himself a guaranteed
contract and balking at the short-term offers he was receiving because of concerns with his injury history and condition of
his arm? And if he doesn't, then why's he all of a sudden deciding to have it done? To humor everyone? This isn't
like getting breast implants; he's having a procedure done on his arm that he obviously needed, but was still trying to
sign a contract knowing that he was hurt. It's all a bit shady; as if he would've signed
the contract and then pitched through the injury until his elbow blew out completely, leaving the team that signed him holding
the bag for the injured player. I don't understand why Sheets would pull something like this because it makes him look
really, really bad on a personal level and if he was so worried about his arm, he could've accepted arbitration from the
Brewers and gotten paid this season one way or the other. Whether or not it's an accurate depiction, Sheets looks greedy
and selfish here and now he's not going to have anything more than an incentive-laden contract anyway, so what good did
all this apparent scheming do?
Sandy Alderson
to be out as Padres CEO:
Once Jeff
Moorad completes the purchase of the Padres, Sandy Alderson will be out as CEO. All Padres fans should be celebrating this
development as if a tyrannical dictator has been forced into exile after a heavy-handed and clueless reign of terror. Alderson
waltzed into San Diego with his arrogance and self-aggrandizing goal of receiving the credit he was clearly so desperate for
and demolished the team. Now, just as the club is in the shape of a poorly run expansion team (or an independent league franchise)
, it's finally announced that he'll leave once Moorad officially takes control of the club from John Moores. Padres
fans should rejoice and hope that security escorts Alderson out the door. There are certain cases where such steps aren't
necessary (Tony Dungy, no; Sandy Alderson, yes), but it's better safe than sorry. Far be it
from me to offer advice to those that know everything, but I'd suggest to Paul DePodesta that he leave along with Alderson
before suffering the fate of being fired. Kevin Towers would probably well-served to get his resume ready as well, but he'll
have a better chance of getting a job in baseball than Alderson and DePodesta will. For some reason that someone with my limited
brain and statistical capacity will ever understand, there are still those that insist that DePodesta is a solid baseball
man and should even get another chance as a GM!! This is a world where a qualified baseball man
like Dan Evans isn't getting another opportunity; or a guy like Steve Phillips, who despite being universally ridiculed
and disliked, is treated like he designed the Titanic while the majority of his Mets teams were successful; but DePodesta
deserves chances 3, 4, 5 and however number of chances he'll get until he's finally run out of baseball. Don't
these people realize that they're defending the indefensible? That they're demolishing what little credibility they
may have to put forth their own agenda? To briefly take a moment discussing how wonderful I am, here's
an example: I was a staunch defender of Royals GM Dayton Moore. I liked the way he remade the Royals scouting staff after
a year of observation; how he brought in a younger, hipper manager with a deep breadth of experience in different levels of
an organization and even in different countries; and how he started spending money to show that the Royals weren't going
to mail it in with another losing season and no attempts at improvement. That was before this winter in which he lavished
multi-year contracts on the likes of Kyle Farnsworth, Willie Bloomquist, and Horacio Ramirez; and then traded useful relievers
for journeymen like Mike Jacobs and Coco Crisp. I can no longer defend him because he doesn't look like he has any plan
at all and his explanations are even more ludicrous than the moves themselves. Would the DePodesta defenders ever do such
a thing as to withdraw support based on facts? Of course not. Because he's one of them; and being honest always takes
a backseat to pushing one's own views, no matter the cost. Here's a prediction: expect Sandy
Alderson to join the MLB Network as an analyst. Being one of the worst executives in the history of football netted Matt Millen
a job with NBC analyzing the NFL; why wouldn't a similar success story be
written for Alderson?
Aside from the fact that they wouldn't be able to use the
drugs anymore, the main fear of the players had to be what Major League Baseball was going to do with the tests after they'd
been administered, and judging from the leaks, indictments, threats and bluster coming from commissioner Bud Selig on down
(his complicity conveniently forgotten in the whole mess) the players fears are proving to be completely reasonable.
Bud Selig is in no position to be threatening to suspend anyone as he did with Alex Rodriguez; now that he's
backtracking with his comments of chastisement saying, among other things, that ARod "shamed the game", he's
either proving that he's too stupid to be the commissioner of baseball or that he's absolving himself and the owners
for their part in this whole mess. Does Selig really want everyone to believe that they had no idea what was going on when
guys who were 160-180 lbs and looked like members of Menudo suddenly started looking like Ray Lewis's baseball
playing cousins? That pitchers who were lucky to have even been drafted because of their 82 mph fastballs were suddenly ripping
it at 93-94? This discipline stuff and righteous indignation that Selig's trying to portray
is an act to gain public support and surf on the waves of anger like Laird Hamilton. Selig has no authority to be disciplining
anyone anyway; he's the commissioner of baseball; not the NFL, NBA or NHL where the bosses actually have some authority,
so he should just sit there with his mouth shut, keep his self-justifying judgments to himself and let the situation play
itself out. These leaks have realized the fears of thinking players when the testing process was agreed
to; players took the tests believing that they couldn't be punished and the results would never be made public; now ARod
has seen his reputation destroyed because he was using the drugs and he lied about it; no matter what he did though, he has
rights; and those rights are being violated by having his name dragged through the muck because he's the best player in
baseball. What about the other names on the list? Why haven't they been leaked? Was it not convenient of the witch-hunt?
Or is it simply not convenient yet and whoever has the names is waiting until an appropriate time to unload on some
other players using the mere possibility as some sort of hammer to get something out of them? When testing
began, my first question to the union reps would've been, "Who's going to be in control of the results and how
do we know it's not going to come out?" Then I'd want to know what would stop the testers and from seeing if
the players weren't just using PEDs; if they wanted to check for cocaine, heroin, meth, pot or whatever; who's going
to stop them from testing for other substances that have no bearing on this situation? And then, what's to stop someone
in power from going to a recreational drug user, someone who might have endorsements, a family image, and much of his post-career
income at stake because of that in jeopardy unless he spills on who was using PEDs and where they got it. What are the boundaries
if there are these leaks? I'm not defending the players who used PEDs, but the owners and baseball
front office did nothing about the usage and, with their promotion of the home run chase and all the money that came along
with the increased interest, encouraged it. As bad a person as Barry Bonds is reputed to be, he was clean until he
saw that all of his great, clean play was being completely ignored by the drug users who weren't half the players Bonds
was, so he said to himself, if that's the way it is, I'll show them who the best player in baseball is, and he did.
And is it cheating if everyone's doing it? Bonds would've been head and shoulders above everyone else without the
drugs, just as he was with the drugs; so wasn't the playing field level then? I've had
enough of the tough talk and "disappointed dad" lectures from Selig because he has no power to do anything but talk
and he was a major part of this because he was either stupid, blind, complicit or a combination of all three.
*Note: Until I figure a way to put comments on the blogs (if I
figure a way) people who want their comments posted prominently should just Email me and I'll write a blog once or twice
a week (or more, depending...) with witty retorts. (Or as witty as I can make them, anyway.)
Has everyone seen this----NY Times Story about Roberto Alomar? It's bizarre. While he was with the Mets in 2002-2003, Alomar's former girlfriend is suing
him and claiming that he continued to have unprotected sex with her even though he knew he was HIV-positive; the suit's
also alleging that he now has full blown AIDS. For his part, Alomar's lawyer issued the following statement:
“We believe this is a totally frivolous lawsuit,” Alomar’s lawyer, Luke Pittoni, said in a
telephone interview. “These allegations are baseless. He’s healthy and would like to keep his health status private.”
I'm not trying to stir things up or say that someone's not giving the whole story, but
there's no denial in that statement; just a sort of ambiguous response to the story becoming public and the lawsuit. Alomar
was always a strange guy and not just for the spitting incident with umpire John Hirschbeck (the two became friends and worked
in charities together later); but Alomar never had an actual home for all the years he was playing for the Blue Jays, choosing
instead to live in the hotel at the Skydome; plus his Hall of Fame career just fell off the cliff and he didn't appear
to be a steroid guy. It's just bizarre.
How
about some care in what you're doing?
For a guy being paid by ESPN to contribute, Keith Law makes a lot of inexcusable screw-ups. In his latest blog he writes about
the Nationals signing of Adam Dunn and mentions Emilio Bonifacio as still a member of the Nats. Bonifacio was traded to the
Marlins as part of the deal for Josh Willingham and Scott Olsen after the season ended. People, including me, pointed out
the mistake on the website. I'm not trying to be nitpicky with a little mistake; everyone makes them,
but this is part of a pattern of just mailing it in on the part of Law; as if he owes ESPN a certain amount of blogs and just
writes something without doing the tiniest amount of research to make sure he's not making a mistake.
I have no problem with Law and he makes sense a lot of the time; but I've also long suspected that his scouting reports
and terminology are acquired from other sources and he inserts them into his blogs. Now, he's not being specific and saying
he saw players personally; so when he mentions Max Scherzer's head jerk in his motion; or Tyler Flowers's "barring
his arm" when he bats, one has to wonder where he's getting that information and whether ESPN duplcitously accepts
his lazy way of doing research and writing. These aren't mistakes of omission, this is a guy who's writing like he
doesn't care and if he's drawing a paycheck and being touted as an "expert", that's just simply unacceptable.
Mike Francesa pulled the oldest trick in the book with getting listeners to wait
and wait and wait for him to address the statements made by his former partner Chris Russo on the Howard Stern Show this morning.
I don't have satellite radio (and don't know anyone who does), and couldn't find any web hits on the comments
when Francesa first mentioned that he'd be discussing them, so I had to listen to the show all day no matter what I was
doing because of the morbid curiosity of what was said and what Francesa's response would be.
He didn't start talking about it until the last half hour of his show and it was hard to understand exactly what the whole
thing was about. Russo went on Stern (solidarity with the satellite radio people I suppose) and talked about Francesa not
being on "radio row" at the Super Bowl; and how the number of guests Russo had dwarfed Francesa; blah, blah, blah.
It sounded like junior high school lunchroom chatter and I was irritated that I wasted my time waiting for the New York sports
world's version of gossip. (The biggest, beefiest, wannabe tough guys are always bigger busybodies than the most hardcore
groups of women and gay men.) All that I learned was that Francesa has had a falling out with his longtime buddy Bill Parcells
and they haven't spoken in six months. Big deal. Supposedly more information will be available
about this in the coming days, but I'll leave it to the Chatty Cathys who have some interest. To me it made little sense
and was pretty boring.
Adam Dunn and Bobby Abreu agreed to free agent contracts within hours of one another
after spending the entire off season hoping that whichever team lost out on the Manny Ramirez sweepstakes would be desperate
enough to ignore the depressed market and pay them something close to what they would've gotten in past years. The situation
with Manny, his agent Scott Boras and the Dodgers playing their version of High Noon has no end in sight as to who's
going to win the staring contest. Abreu and Dunn were both smart to hold themselves out as reasonable options for Manny's
power, but it had gotten to the point where the security of having a job trumped the gamble of waiting out any longer. Dunn signed a 2-year, $20 million contract with the Nationals. Dunn is a good guy and any team that
signs him knows what they're going to get. He'll hit his 40 homers; walk over 100 times; drive in 100+ runs; be accused
of not hitting in the clutch and being a limited threat. Since the Nationals have spent this off-season stockpiling outfielders
(as of right now they have: Wily Mo Pena; Lastings Milledge; Elijah Dukes; Austin Kearns; Josh Willingham; Willie Harris;
and Corey Patterson, plus a couple of stragglers) presumably Dunn's going to play first base and for that money, the Nationals
could've done far worse than Adam Dunn. Abreu will fit in perfectly with the Angels on a low-cost,
short term basis. The amount of money is a pittance compared to what Abreu has earned the last few seasons and what a player
who's put up the stats Abreu has would've expected in years past. A 1-year, $5 million base with incentives that could
push it to $8 million isn't what Abreu had in mind when he became a free agent. Abreu will be a better alternative to
the departed Garret Anderson only with more power and patience. Anderson had become notoriously streaky over the past few
years and Abreu is a far better hitter at this point. This move will also allow the Angels to shore
up their defense with Abreu and Vladimir Guerrero sharing time at DH and in right field. The Angels offense is still a question
mark, but no longer as much of a question mark as it would've been with Kendry Morales replacing Mark Teixeira at first
base and Juan Rivera the regular DH. They may not win 100 games again, but they still have the talent to win that weak American
League West with a win total of around 87-90. Now where does that leave Manny? There aren't many options
available for him or the Dodgers, but the Dodgers could still pull the trigger on a deal for a bat like Jermaine Dye and tell
Manny to take a hike; then where would he go? If that happened, then Manny would really be screwed and be forced to take a
1-year deal from a team like the Giants for far less than what the Dodgers last offer ($25 million) was. Expect a very public
firing of Boras by Manny Ramirez if things continue down this road because depsite Boras's promises, Manny must be panicking
now because he's about out of options and he's certainly not going to blame the man in the mirror; conveniently, his
superagent is the next best thing.
All through the entire book I kept waiting to find the line or lines that made
me say, "How could he have said that?" but it never came. Considering the uproar with the excerpts that were released
prior to publication, one would've thought that the entire book was one long, vengeance-fueled rant; but it's not
that at all. In fact, as far as sports books go, the entire thing is pretty tame. Instead of going into a long-winded review
of the book, I'll just break the entire thing into categories:
Characters who came out looking bad:
Carl
Pavano and David Wells: They actually got off easy. In fact, Torre did his best to help Pavano in his attempts
to get him back in the clubhouse culture; Pavano's behavior was unprofessional and babyish from the start and he made
sure he was surrounded by enablers and Torre, while he's been accused of never admitted to having done anything wrong
in his entire Yankees tenure, openly says that he wanted Pavano after seeing him pitch for the Marlins and that it turned
out to be a mistake (obviously). As for Wells, what can you say? The stories are well-documented
and Torre did about as good a job as anyone could at keeping Wells in line and getting him out on the mound to pitch. Wells
didn't like Torre; Torre didn't like Wells; it happens; but the way in which Torre defended his pitcher----even
when the pitcher didn't deserve it like when he wrote that he was half-drunk when he pitched his perfect game----makes
Torre look like the professional that guys like Pavano and Wells could never hope to be.
Brian Cashman:
Now this is the big one. Cashman's public persona has always been that of a nebbish; a little bit of a weasel;
always cautious with his words; never betraying his emotions and using the same dull corporate double-talk over and over again;
but in the book, he comes off as a corporate in-fighter who follows the rule of CYA (cover your ass).
Cashman isn't stupid, but some of his statements imply just that and are beyond belief. Cashman's claim on page 109
of: "we thought we had a clean clubhouse", despite what was obviously going on in baseball in the late 90s defies
explanation and common sense. Other instances make Cashman look just as bad. The way he became so obsessed with statistics
is almost diametrically opposed to the way Torre had historically run his clubs. The very idea that Doug Mientkiewicz and
Josh Phelps would be a bench upgrade over Bernie Williams based on their on base percentages is completely ignoring the history
of Bernie Williams (his late-career decline aside) and that Mientkiewicz and Phelps are, at best journeyman, and at worst
players who didn't have a place on a big league roster especially for a team that had designs on a championship; and the
history of that "dynamic duo" proved Torre right; they would've been better off with Williams.
Finally there was the episode when Torre rejected the Yankees 1-year contract offer. Torre had discussed a specific
type of 2-year contract in which he'd get paid in full if he lasted through the first year, the second year was guaranteed;
if he was fired during the first year, they could discuss a reduced buyout. And Cashman never mentioned it to ownership. Now, it's totally understandable for someone to be paranoid and self-preserving when in the situation
that Cashman is in; that he's looking out for his interests while trying to do his job; but after so many years working
with Torre, it was clear that Cashman didn't want Torre back and here's my assessment why: Cashman wanted
to move forward integrating young players----especially young pitchers----into the clubhouse. With Torre's
old-school reliance on his eyes instead of the numbers, and that he wasn't enamored of the constraints that were in effect
with such commodities as Joba Chamberlain, there was always the chance that Torre was going to tell Cashman and co. to take
a hike when they really started dicatating how he should use the pitchers. With whoever replaced Torre----and clearly
Cashman wanted Joe Girardi from the start----it would be easier for the GM to persuade his new manager to do what
he wanted him to do. With Torre, he had the cachet and charm to go to the press and get his message
out there into the media and then to the fan base and create a monthlong controversy that would add to Cashman's aggravation
and force him to answer questions he didn't want to answer. Cashman wanted no part of Lou Piniella the year before because
he knew what his life would be like having to deal with the ultra-popular Piniella. People don't really like Cashman all
that much to begin with and such a circumstance would only make his job harder. It was better to cut the cord and start over
again with Girardi. No matter the context, Cashman looks bad.
The truth about Alex Rodriguez and Joe Torre:
The whole "A-Fraud" mess was misinterpreted. In fact,
considering some of the things that were going to be said (before the steroid revelation) to ARod at the ballpark----about
his failure in the clutch; about strippers; about Derek Jeter; about Madonna----I'd think that he'd welcome
something as simple as being called A-Fraud. Torre did his best to help ARod and, being an old-school
baseball guy, had had enough of a player who was so talented and so overtly phony it culminated in the 2006 ALDS lineup which
listed one of the best players of the generation batting eighth. This wasn't an attempt to motivate ARod; nor was it something
Torre did because the player was struggling; it was done because Torre was sick of ARod's self-pity and whining and gave
him something to whine about by batting him eighth; in retrospect, it was a mistake, but it was also an old-school baseball
guy sticking it to his pampered superstar. Other than that, Torre did his best to help ARod and
there wasn't much of anything negative in the book about him; in fact, Torre credits him for being one of the hardest,
most obsessive workers he'd ever seen in a baseball clubhouse.
Miscellaneous observations from the book:
The Randy Levine situation: Randy Levine was a power-broker in the Rudy Giuliani mayoral administration
and was brought to the Yankees to help with the YES Network and paving the road for the new ballpark. Levine also tried to
horn in on the baseball operations and Torre told him in no uncertain terms to "Shut the fuck up." Torre claims
that after that incident in 2003, Levine was "trying to find a way to get rid of me from that moment on."
Fair enough, but that was in 2003. How powerful a voice in the organization could Levine have been
on the baseball side if Torre was still there until after the 2007 season? It doesn't say much for the effectiveness of
Levine in trying to get Torre ousted.
Part of the Yankees downfall was the relaxing of rules to cater to
incoming stars: Did Torre want to set the precedent with newcomers like Jason Giambi, Roger Clemens and
ARod that it was okay for them to have their own personal fitness gurus and whatever else hanging around with them; holding
team credentials and traveling on the road as club employees? The entire Brian McNamee/clubhouse situation could've been
avoided by telling Roger, "No, you can't have your own personal trainer hanging around the club because what message
does that send to the guys who were here for the first two championships?" The same thing was true with ARod and Giambi.
They could've told Giambi that his personal strength coach, Bob Alejo, wasn't welcome and if the $120 million wasn't
enough to make him comfortable in New York, then he could go somewhere else, take less money and get his strength coach to
come with him. That, more than most anything else, was a major part of the disconnect that started with the dispatching of
important championship cogs like Tino Martinez in favor of guys like Giambi.
Questions from the department of
"uh, why?"
One of Roger Clemens's
unusual pregame routines: From page 132: Clemens lost himself in his usual pregame preparation, which typically
began with cranking the whirlpool to its hottest possible temperature. "He'd come out looking like a lobster,"
trainer Steve Donahue said. Donahue would then rub the hottest possible linament on his testicles.
Uh, why?
The awarding of World Series rings: From page 143: Still no World Series rings were forthcoming
for the scouts, numbering about two dozen. Morale worsened when they were instructed not to bring up the subject of World
Series rings at organizational meetings, It worsened still when they heard or saw Steinbrenner cronies such as actor Billy
Crystal and singer Ronan Tynan wearing World Series rings.
Uh, why? I dunno who Ronan Tynan is and
have no proclivity to google him to find out; but for what purpose does Billy Crystal get a ring? Why? Not only did he cease
being funny about 25 years ago, but whenever he's in an interview or on TV, he comes off as quite possibly the most arrogant,
self-important human being to ever live; and if I ever hear another Mickey Mantle story from him, I may just hang myself to
escape the torture.
Overall, I think the people who've gotten so worked up over the book
haven't even read it. Torre goes out of his way to be honest about the ups-and-downs of managing a team full of egos,
superstars and championships from ownership on down. Instead of making himself look like Saint Joe, Torre explains his reasons
for making certain decisions and, rightly or wrongly, stands by them or explains why they were mistakes without apologizing
for them. The stuff about steroids written by Tom Verducci is kind of tiresome because it's
all been said before; the stuff about statistical analysis is also saturating the baseball world is a bit dull; but for the
pure inside story about the Yankees during the Torre era, the book is a quick read and fascinating without unnecessarily unloading
on anyone with over-the-line revelations. Everything is aboveboard and, truth be told, those that are trying to use this book
as a reason not to invite Torre back to the club; not to retire his number; not to give him the credit he does deserve for
his contribution to the team probably didn't like him, appreciate him or think he should've been given the credit
in the first place.
Alex Rodriguez has lost the ability to differentiate between the character "ARod"
and Alex. The man simply does not have the capacity to tell the truth. I can't decide whether he's more in line with
the innocent and imaginative Calvin from the cartoon Calvin and Hobbes; some mischievous teenager who tells stories
to wriggle out of trouble; or a borderline sociopath who, on some level, knows that he's doing something wrong, but does
it anyway because it suits him. Watching the interview with Peter Gammons, it struck me how emotionally
fragile and concerned about the image of "ARod" Rodriguez is. His apology appeared to be written by the same people
who crafted John Rocker's insincere apology after his own infamous Sports Illustrated article came out, and it
didn't work. The man is incapable of telling the complete truth. Instead of what he should've said, which in brief
is the following:
I did it because everyone else was doing it and getting away with
it; I did it because I'd just signed a contract that was almost ridiculous; and I did it because I wanted to put up numbers
and live up to that salary. I lied to Katie Couric because what was I supposed to do? Come out and admit that I did it? I
never thought it would come out, but it did; now I'm facing the consequences. The truth is that I did it over a period
of three years and stopped doing it; and if you look at the numbers since testing began, then you'll see that it really
didn't affect my game one way or the other. I'm sorry I did it; but I'm also sorry I got caught. Now I'm trying
to face the consequences and hope that if I play clean for the next ten years of my career, the public will accept those three
seasons as a small part of my overall resume.
Instead, we get this, clipped from
the NY Times:
“When I arrived
at Texas in 2001, I felt an enormous amount of pressure,” Rodriguez told the interviewer, Peter Gammons. “I felt
like I had all the weight of the world on top of me and I needed to perform, and perform at a high level every day.
“Back then it was a different culture. It was very loose. I
was young. I was stupid. I was naïve. And I wanted to prove to everyone that I was worth being one of the greatest players
of all time. I did take a banned substance, and for that I am very sorry and deeply regretful.”
“I realized, ‘What am I doing? Not only am I going to hurt my baseball career, I’m going to hurt
my post-career,’ ” Rodriguez said. “It was time to grow up, stop being selfish, stop being stupid and take
control of whatever you’re ingesting. And for that I couldn’t feel more regret and feel more sorry, because I
have so much respect for this game and the people that follow us. And I have millions of fans out there who won’t ever
look at me the same.”
Does anyone really believe that Rodriguez didn't
know what he was taking? If that was the case, then why was he taking Primobolan, which is specifically used for short-term
benefit without the major risk of detection that Winstrol and Dianabol have? That a guy who had just signed a contract for
a quarter of a billion dollars was going to allow something about which he had no clue to its contents or effects to be put
into his body? Rodriguez is a lot of things, but being stupid isn't one of them. Years ago, Jim
Brown said that when he spoke with O.J. Simpson he didn't know if he was talking to Orenthal James or "The Juice"
(and this was before O.J. became the failed criminal mastermind and wound up in prison); I sense a similar type of scenario
with Rodriguez. Beneath all of that polish is a deeply immature human being. Alex Rodriguez is a 33-year-old boy who has lost
sight of the difference between Alex and ARod, if there even is one anymore. Armchair psychologists could say that this has
something to do with having to grow up without a father; because he learned at a young age that his baseball talent was not
only the ticket out of poverty, but was something to be exploited because he could get away with anything he wanted as long
as his abilities blossomed; that he could be something more than just Alex the Baseball Player, but ARod the worldwide, Michael
Jordan-like phenomenon; that he never should've left his baseball father figure in Seattle, Lou Piniella, to seek his
riches and power elsewhere. Perhaps he expects to get away with these things because his ability
makes everything all right; but as long as he doesn't realize what he's doing to hurt himself and his career and offers
insincere apologies to fit into his carefully crafted (and overtly false) image, he's never going to get the respect that
he craves, the respect that is reserved for players like Derek Jeter, because he's still grasping at something that he's
never going to find because he doesn't have the capacity to know what's good for Alex Rodriguez rather than what's
convenient for ARod. Until he accepts reality, things are never going to work the way Rodriguez wants them to and it's
his own fault because he's living in a world surrounded by sycophants who glue together the myth that is collapsing with
each embarrassing episode blackening his greatness. Given this interview in which he confessed in cautious and "it's
not really my fault" manner, that doesn't appear ready to change anytime soon and he has no one to blame but Alex
Rodriguez and "ARod", in which the separation of the two may not even be appropriate anymore.
What happened to Alex Rodriguez's rights?
In case anyone happened to miss it, ARod has been outed as having tested positive for using the banned steroid Primobolan and all hell has broken loose regarding his gaudy numbers----http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/baseball/mlb/02/07/alex-rodriguez-steroids/index.html - Sports Illustrated
Story. The last time I checked, this was still America; innocent until proven guilty
and all that; but ARod has suddenly had his entire life destroyed in what seems an exercise undertaken just for the sake of
it because of the ineptitude of the Players Association; the determination of the press to "get" him; and the inevitable
leaks that happen in every case and go unsolved, unpunished and accepted without question.
Whether or not ARod actually used steroids is beside the point. (And I have to say that I believed him when he said
he didn't; when he insisted that Jose Canseco's allegations were untrue.) The revelation of Barry Bonds and Roger
Clemens having tested positive in the government re-test of the urine samples has some relevance because both are under scrutiny
and under possible legal sanction and/or prison time; but ARod never testified under oath; ARod never did anything that would
warrant such a zealous attempt to destroy him other than having the audacity to be the best player in baseball and be a public
figure (many times embarrassingly so). For what reason was this disclosed other than to add another historic player to the
list along with Bonds and Clemens----all three would be Hall of Famers without the drugs----who's going endure what amounts
to a public stoning when the union that was supposed to be protecting him and his best interests simply didn't.
The union's cluelessness is beyond belief. Not only did they allow their players to be subject
to this type of scrutiny after the fact, but they completely disregarded their legal right to destroy the tests a year after
they were conducted; so while they're more than happy to pressure their players to accept the highest salary regardless
of where they actually want to play, they fail to protect the same players who've earned the biggest contracts and, by
proxy, made more money for everyone by raising the bar. What was the purpose of keeping the tests when they: A) could have
legally destroyed them without penalty; and B) knew that they could come back to cause a scandal just the type that we're
seeing now? This is beyond a mistake; this is malpractice and it may cost ARod a deserved trip to the Hall of Fame.
And what of the Sports Illustrated writer Selena Roberts? She deserves credit for getting this information before anyone
else, but considering some of the other stories she's written about ARod, it occasionally appears as if she was somehow
mirroring Inspector Harry Callahan as he followed the Scorpio Killer around in the original Dirty Harry. This isn't the
first time that Ms. Roberts has gone after ARod, but it is the first time she's nailed him with anything that could tarnish
his career. The last story that I remember, written by Ms. Roberts regarding ARod, was in the New York Times on on December
7, 2007 when she essentially accused ARod of being a slumlord because he was the registered owner of some dilapidated and
overpriced properties----http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/07/sports/baseball/07roberts.html?_r=1&scp=6&sq=selena%20roberts%20alex%20rodriguez&st=cse
- NY Times Story.
The very idea that ARod would
be stupid enough to have anything to do with trying to squeeze every last penny out of lower income people was so absurd that
it wasn't even worth discussing; but there were of course the ominous implications within the piece that implied ARod
was hiding something with the quote in the story:
"Messages
left on the voice mails of Rodriguez and Scurtis at Newport Property Ventures' offices in Coral Gables, Fla., were unreturned.
Repeated efforts to reach A-Rod through three layers of publicists - think booby traps around a precious stone - were unsuccessful."
All that was missing was the creepy background music to imply guilt
no matter the facts.
I said at the
time that the idea of "ARod the Slumlord" was ridiculous and it still is; does anyone believe that ARod would be
that stupid? If philanthropy isn't the first thing in ARod's mind, self-preservation would be, and he's not going
to open himself up to that kind of scrutiny for a few extra pennies on top of the wealth he's already accumulated. It's
just now that Ms. Roberts's stalking of Rodriguez finally paid off with the steroid tests. I'm
not defending Alex Rodriguez; nor am I saying that it's okay that he lied; okay that he used the drugs; or okay that he
engages in any of the other self-destructive behavoirs that are pockmarking his history. What I'm saying is that he has
rights; he has the right not to have his legacy tarnished by leaked information; he has the right to a fair trial with all
the evidence presented and then see a case proven or disproven. What's happening now is the dragging down of a supposed
hero just for the sake of it; just because it can be done, and it's not fair, especially considering it's happening
in the middle of a sport that's known as the National Pastime.