The Veteran Presence 2005 Mrs. Urbina Memorial MLB Preview: AL West

SOMEWHERE IN CALIFORNIA ANGELS

Previous year’s record: 92-70

1st, AL West: Lost in LDS

 

 

KEY ADDITIONS

 

KEY LOSSES

CF

Steve Finley

DL

Troy Glaus

SS

Orlando Cabrera

PVC

Troy Percival

DL

Paul Byrd

CRAZY

Jose Guillen

FAT

Esteban Yan

SP

Ramon Ortiz

TOOLZ

Juan Rivera

SCRAP

David Eckstein

 

 

SP

Aaron Sele

 

 

 

 

RANDOM DIAMOND NOTE

Anaheim has a very tight payroll, but they still hope to make a serious run at acquiring Danny Haren, but he would rather go to Los Angeles because they have better theaters.

 

PROJECTED LINEUP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C

The Boys Molina

SP

Bartolo Colon

1B

Darin Erstad/Casey Kotchman

SP

Jarrod Washburn

2B

Chone Figgins/Adam Kennedy

SP

Kelvim Escobar

SS

Orlando Cabrera

SP

John Lackey

3B

Dallas McPherson/Chone Figgins

SP

Paul Byrd

LF

Garret Anderson

MR

Brendan Donnelly

CF

Steve Finley

MR

Scot Shields

RF

Vladimir Guerrero

MR

Esteban Yan

DH

Jeff DaVanon/Juan Rivera

CL

Francisco Rodriguez

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9,847,352

 

PR: Combined population of the locales that the Angles are trying to stake claim to. Soon it might be the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim of the state of California of Major League Baseball in the United States of America. Really, this is the most ridiculous story of the offseason. Maybe Jose Guillen was really the sane one.

 

ED:  See, Phil. You gotta add/buy all those initials over time – like karate belts.  And ya gotta earn them.  Sure, we all knew guys who went to like two karate classes and bragged about being a…lavender belt or something.  Maybe fuchsia.  Whatever. But we all knew those belts were nothing and he couldn’t attain any real belts without giving a whole lot of money to a guy with an unnatural Bruce Lee fetish running a dojo in a strip mall. And like the guy who took two guitar lessons and bragged about being able to play “Stairway To Heaven,” you really didn’t want an exhibition of his skills no matter how badly he wanted to show them off.  Right now the Angels are a couple of classes into their karate phase.  Yeah, they’ve got a World Series ring to show off that they once whipped a drunk guy in a bar fight.  But deep down, they’re really the same losers you always knew – just that they blew the money they’d ordinarily spend on ditch weed on a couple of karate lessons.  So yeah, go ahead and show off that foo-foo belt, Arte. We know, deep down, that the guy with the stash of Bruce Lee magazines in his office is the one who’s kicking the most butt here.  And soon the Angels attention will turn to something else and they’ll forget all about this karate belt-buying phase until they see the old chili dog-stained karate gi at the bottom of their closet in 10 years.  And who will be laughing then?  Huh?  That’s right, the last living member of the Bruce Lee family.

 

BB: You know Bruce Lee's not really dead, don't you? Yeah, it's in a book. What he did was he faked his own death so that he could work undercover for the Hong Kong police, infiltrating drugs gangs and the Triads.

 

ED:  Bruce Lee was at my high school?  You would’ve thought that I would’ve noticed the one Chinese guy in my school. ‘Course, you would’ve thought I would’ve noticed a lot of things in high school.

 

8,000,000

 

BB: Number of dollars Darin Erstad makes a season for his four-year contract. This despite the fact that he’s had…oh…one year where he’s been worth anywhere near that much. Every junkie beat writer will tell you that Erstad’s worth is incalculable by stat nerds because their calculators don’t have buttons for heart, for grit, for inspiration, for…you get the idea. Well – Prospectus made a good point about that one year. If he’s such an inspiration, how come his teams outside of the World Series team were so stinky? The answer is this: Erstad’s fielding does account for some value not included by looking at his offensive numbers – especially when Erstad was playing in center instead of his comical move to first base. But there isn’t any secret path only Erstad knows that makes him worth even half of his contract. I mean – at least David Eckstein got on base a little.

 

PR: In my mind, I believe that the LAAoA thought they were locking up Eckstein – because you can’t teach nor can you replace Scrap. Someone in accounting screwed up – blame it on dslyexia, made ADD, whatever – and got confused by the initials D.E. Darin Erstad became the beneficiary. So in a face saving move, Eckstein was released (after a back room deal was brokered to assure that Eck went to a team where his “talents” would be appreciated.)

 

ED:  That makes too much sense not to be true.  Or maybe that makes too much sense to be true?  Whatever.  I’d rather not think about it, to be honest.

 

BB: Well – beat writers would rather not think about it, either. That’s why they’re professionals, Ed.

 

ED:  So you’re saying I’m on my way, then?

 

717

 

BB: Ben Molina’s OPS last year. This after a 746 OPS last year. Combined with his defensive numbers…this hurts me to say but…Ben Molina is actually an adequate catcher at this point. Of course, Jose is still crummy. And the Angels’ best prospect left in the minor leagues is probably C Jeff Mathis. But Ben can probably have one more good year and earn himself a decent contract from the White Sox for next year.

 

ED:  White Sox or the Nationals.  I doubt Benji Molina is toolsy enough for Jim Bowden though.

 

BB: Jimmy Bows likes his catchers white or Benito. Of course – he will probably be back at ESPN by then.

 

255

 

PR: Weight that Esteban Yan is listed at on mlb.com; a good 15 lbs heavier than Bartolo Colon. That works out to $9000 per pound. A relative bargin for a career ERA+ of 91. Hey, its sorta close to 100. (Okay, I will be nice and mention that Yan does strike out just over seven batters a game. Mind you, it takes him like two weeks to rack up 9 innings but I am trying to be nice.) Still, that must be some good eating in the Dominican Republic.

 

ED:  Remember how all the comedians used to make the same joke about Sally Struthers getting fatter the more she did those commercials for the starving kids in…I don’t know…Mississippi or Montana or Columbus or some other third world country? And, yes, the knee jerk response is to make the same joke about fat Dominican players.  Would we make the same joke?  Maybe. We are pressed for time at this point.  And we are not above making the obvious joke – well, at least I am not, anyway.  Would we make a gratuitous fat joke?  Like we have any other purpose.  But in this case, lemme take the high road.  Let me commend Esteban Yan for getting out of poverty and making something with his life even though the odds were against him.  Let me commend Esteban for rising out of the dregs of the Oriole, Cardinal, Devil Ray and Tiger organizations and getting himself a nice payday from the Angels. Let me commend Esteban for somehow being able to horde all the food on an island the size of Rich Garces.  One might think that someone who suffered so much would try to be one with his people, would attempt to give back from the bounty he has been given.  But Esteban has been Americanized to the point of kicking boney little kids to the curb while he’s eating third and fourth helpings of dinner.  If anything speaks more about the beauty of American culture, point it out to me. U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!

 

PR: So you are saying that he loves Michael Jackson? Hates gays? Stupid America.

 

ED:  I thought I was making a joke about not wanting his feeding tube to be removed. I’m not certain now.

 

BB: THAT’S how to solve the Schiavo case – make an offer to George Bush. She can have the feeding tube reinserted BUT she has to marry Portia de Rossi.

 

5.01, 3.94, 3.93, 4.67, 4.64

 

PR: The 2004 Earned Run Averages of the Halos projected starting rotation (Colon, Paul Byrd, Kelvim Escobar, John Lackey, Jarrod Washburn. Yeah, this is fun. You want a prime example of why you can’t just look at games won for pitchers? That ugly 5.01 ERA belonged to Colon… who won 18 games last year. (And yes, ERA is a phony stat too but we aren’t getting into that now). When Colon was bad, he was real bad – being charged with 5 or more runs 10 times (yup, he lost 9 of those games). He at least managed to increase his K/9 again. Byrd (as will be mentioned later) had an okay ERA (3.94) but was hurt half the season and let a bunch of folks get on base. Kelvim Escobar is another fun example of why wins and losses suck. Only he is the opposite of Colon. Escobar went 11-12 last year.  Four times, he went 8 innings allowing one run or less. You know how many of those games he won? ONE! (poor little 17 inning scoreless games). John Lackey is still… John Lackey. I guess it could be worse. He could be like Hilly Hathaway or something. Jarrod Washburn rounds out the quintet and I feel the fantasy bitterness boiling inside me.

 

186

 

BB: Number of strikeouts Dallas McPherson had in 561 at-bats across three levels last year. Blustery fake news-breaking dim-witted imbeciles will tell you how this means McPherson will never be able to succeed in the major leagues. Oh well. McPherson slugged .660 in AA and .680 in AAA last year. That matters a lot more than the number of strikeouts he had. And you know what? So what if he strikes out 160 times? Never mind the research that’s found a strikeout to be a slightly more successful outcome than a batted out in play (no GIDP! More pitches thrown!) – its gotta be worse because…well…Bill Plaschke told me so! And because the stadium announcer plays demeaning music! And Urgeth Urbina gets to do a fistpump!

 

ED:  Dallas McPerson is interesting if only because there’s little indication from his minor league numbers that he’s going to be the stud the Angels are hyping him to be.  I see a future where the D-Backs or D-Rays getting swindled for him.

 

BB: Or that.

 

ED:  The one time I follow the Primer party-line on a prospect and Bill treats me as he should. I’m still not sold on McPerson as the uber-prospect some are thinking he is, though.  I get all kindsa Russ Davis vibes off of him, but that’s just me.  I will now leave the evaluations to Bill and only provide the random penis jokes.

 

BB: It’s OK, Ed. I got your back. I agree that he’s not going to end up being a superstar – he’s already 25 and he doesn’t walk as much as you or I would like. I’m sure it is fine for the Angels, though. I could see him settling into hitting .270/.330/.530 two or three years from now which would make him Corey Koskie without the defense. So that’s not really something to write home about.

 

“23”

 

PR: Supposed age of new closer Francisco Rodriguez. With Troy Percival getting ridiculously overpaid in Detroit, it was time for the Angels to give the job to K-Rod. Of course, dominant setup men converting to closer hasn’t been going that great recently. Octavio Dotel – not the smoothest of transitions. Jose Valverde – his numbers spiked AND he is still trying to recover from his season ending shoulder injury. David Riske – oof...

 

ED: Phil is still bitter about the 2002 post-season, I sense.

 

PR: To make up for the hole created by moving K-Rod, Brendan Donnelly becomes the premier setup guy. Donnelly was still decent last year despite battling injuries. So if healthy, he should be fine (though he ain’t getting any younger either). Scot Shields will probably pitch 1000 times again and be better every time out than say… oh… Felix Heredia. Ben Weber has been shuttled off since the Halos don’t believe in an ergonomic workplace. They also don’t believe in left handed relievers but since this isn’t the Yankees, no one has written 18432 stories about it.

 

ED:  Well, since the Angels are in a division without any real lefty mashers other than Hank Blalock, having a LOOGY doesn’t really matter, does it?

 

BB: Let’s set the scene to several years ago…

 

Our own Ed Agner is on a business trip just outside Visalia, California. Well – technically – the business trip is over. But it’s his last night before Ed flies back to the oppression of Ohio, and Ed wants to have a good night to finish his trip off. So our boy is at one of the local bars (yes – Ed is too classy for the hotel bar), dressed all dapper (yes – Ed’s wardrobe extends beyond softball uniforms and denim jackets) and working the room (yes – Ed is for the ladies). And because it is Ed – his stuff is working (I am going to guess – he is slaying the ladies with his Alexander Wright knowledge). It’s working so good that he’s wondering whether he can actually get away with expensing condoms (no – sadly, no). And then – sure the deed is all but done – Ed goes to the bathroom. He fingers the old smokes machine but passes. He puts a bit of water in his hair and fishes through his pocket for some quarters to get a Binaca out of the gimmick machine, but he’s two short. He considers asking the biker coming out of the stall behind him, but passes. He figures he is in anyways and decides to head back outside, secure in the knowledge that he is getting some tail. But he comes back and the girl he was talking to…isn’t where she was. And Ed is confused. Did she not enjoy Ed’s story of losing a game of Madden ’92 because Wright couldn’t hold a punt? Really??? As Ed ponders this, his eyes suddenly find her in the arms of another. After five drinks and god knows how much forced laughter, Ed’s project is gone. Normally, Ed would show that punk whose boss. But not today – as Ed’s girl’s new conquest is sadly much bigger than Ed. A defeated Ed goes over to the bartender and asks if he knows who the guy is, what car he drives, thinking maybe he can at least let the air out of his tires or something. The bartender laughs at Ed, points to a bus outside, and says “That’s his ‘car’, and if you do anything, there’ll be about ten of those huge guys over there looking for ya”. Shocked, Ed begins to walk away, only for the bartender to tap him on the shoulder and say, “You might wanna ask for his autograph, too, the guy’s gonna be a big star one day. Name’s Eric Chavez.”

 

That’s the only feasible explanation for Ed not including Eric Chavez as a lefty masher in the AL West.

 

ED:  I am glad Bill decided not to add in Erubiel Durazo too.  God I hate myself.  And leave the jean jacket alone.  Just leave the jean jacket alone!  You want me to wear my Member’s Only jacket instead?  Huh?  Do ya?  I will grow the wispy high school moustache and wear the Member’s Only jacket every day if that’ll make you happy.  Will it make you happy?  Will it?

 

BB: THE ANSWER IS YES.

 

89

 

PR: Combined home run total of the Halos new starting outfield. Vlad Guerrero (39) is the reigning AL MVP so I don’t think the switch from the National League was all that rough.You remember his September right? Where he single-handly carried the Angels into the playoffs with a 1.164 OPS? Garrett Anderson I like but this is more because he was on one of my CC teams that actually won money, not because he is a knock your socks off type of guy. But that was back when he could actually hit almost 30 HRs and his RBI total was plus 120. Not the “So I only hit 14 HR and had 75 RBIs. I hit over .300!” Anderson. He is getting shoved over to LF this year. Then there is Steve Finley. Who cares that he is 40. GLOVETASTIC~! SMELL THE GOLD GLOVES! 36 HOME RUNS! I AM THE GREATEST WHITE OUTFIELDER YOU WILL EVER KNOW!!!!! Who am I to question that maybe this organization should have just ponied up the cash to keep Jim Edmonds all these years. But I can’t deny the scrap and intensity that is Adam Kennedy. OH! And I can’t forget Kent Bottenfield.

 

ED:  Phil forgets about TOOLSY! Juan Rivera who will end up getting plenty of playing time in that OF.  Recipe for disastrous OF:

·        one dash of chronically injured player in decline

·        one dash of old guy trying to play CF

·        one dash of uber-stud with a bad back

·        one dash of your best-fielding CF playing first base

·        a heaping tablespoon of pasty white scrap

·        a heaping teaspoon of overrated Yankee “prospect”

·        Mix until well-blended.  Bake until Labor Day.  Allow to cool before collapsing in October.  Serves all 15 Angels fans paying attention.

 

BB: Mmm – look at these Thunderstix! No – not your thundersticks Judy – you clap these together and it makes a really loud noise! And when’s the Rally Monkey gonna show up? What? It’s just the third inning? Why’d we get here so EARLY for?

 

PR: God, I love crazed baseball-reference sponsorship pages. Oh yeah – I smell future feature. Poor poor Tim Salmon.

 

“My favorite player: honest, direct, clutch. 2001: picked off 3B, CS on the back end of a double steal. 2002: wow, especially game 2 of WS! He'll be back.”

 

ED:  It’s sad that I actually looked that up to see if that was really Salmon’s sponsor’s note or something you stole from Virtual Gammons.

 

BB: I question someone who wants the same qualities from their favorite baseball player that they’d want out of their, say, accountant. Or priest. Priests can be pretty clutch.

 

ED:  I…uhh…I will leave that alone.

 

92

 

PR: Games played at third by Chone Figgins who did a very admirable job filling in for the breaking down (and now departed) Troy Glaus. Now, Figgins moves back to his natural position to fill in for Adam Kennedy who is still crippled (SCRAP DOWN~!). This is especially good if he puts up numbers very similar to last year (which would have put him in the Top 10 of all 2B last year.) Dallas McPherson gets the shot at third and now has to live up to hype and amazing name… and the confusion to whether he was good in the minors.

 

ED:  The thing you have to say about the Angels system is that they’ve produced some nice spare part players with some semblance of quasi-versatility – DaVanon and Figgins, mostly. It’s not their fault that they’re not particularly good over the long-haul in one set place.  They’re just sorta like the people who only listen to mix-CD’s or movie soundtracks.  They’re sort of diverse insofar that they know the difference between, say, ska-punk and modern pseudo-bluegrass.  And riding in a car with them is less painful than, say, riding with a guy who only listens to Christian rock.  But the problem is that their diversity makes them limited and their limitations are always exposed at the wrong moment.  You know, like the diverse music guy always bragging about his depth of knowledge and then comes the inopportune time – ya know, you’ll be at a party and some serious music dorks will mention a band and the diverse guy won’t know who they are.  So you’ll them him that the band is, say, an indie and the diverse guy will say something like “Oh, you really mean alternative. Like the Counting Crows!  Did you hear their cover of Yellow Tax--”  And at that point you’ll have to keep him from getting into a pathetic fight with some spindly guy in a Superchunk t-shirt.  Jeff Davanon seems to me like a guy who owns at those NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MUSIC CD’s and is proud of it.  Chone Figgins I see as a guy who has a ton of Slow Jamz comps and believes R. Kelly is better than Marvin Gaye.  Call me crazy.

 

BB: Aww…I am the spindly guy in the Superchunk t-shirt. I wonder if Pitchfork is starting a sports department? Maybe when Sandfrog blows up.

 

PR: Aww… that dream is dead.

 

BB: The reunion tour is only a decade away.

 

17

 

BB: Number of triples Chone Figgins hit last year. Seven-freaking-teen. That was second in the AL (to Carl Crawford) and more than the A’s hit as a team. Of course – the Tigers led the league in triples with 54. So you can see how much that is worth.

 

PR: Oh man, triples combined with multiple position eligibility equals Figgins being ranked by Yahoo… survey says… 73!!! That isn’t even the most absurd ranking from the proceeding graph. Carl Crawford is 11th!!! DISTRUPTIVE SPEED!

 

ED:  You know what they need more of?  Inside the park grand slams!  Listen to me, kids!

 

BB: That and the Angels need more one-armed pitchers. With big ol’ spectacles.

 

57

 

ED:  Number of arm operations Paul Byrd has undergone.  I’m certain Bill can do the math on the number of suture scars on his arm and elbow/quality start since I am numbers-challenged.  I’m pretty certain the ratio won’t be too good. Just a hunch.

 

BB: Never mind the fact that he is leaving the wonderful warm cuddly clutches of Cutie Mazzone. That just makes Los Angeles of Anaheim of California that much colder.

 

PR: What’s even funnier to me is that Byrd hasn’t been good since 02 in Kansas City. Far better than his completely crippled 03 campaign or his half crippled, .270 OAVG season with the Atlanta Mazzones.

 

BB: He did allow a .293 BABIP but the average NL BABIP was only .298 so that doesn’t mean really anything.

 

<5

 

ED:  Number of games the Angels will win the AL West by – and the amount of playoff games they’ll play.

 

OAKLAND ATHLETICS

Previous year’s record: 91-71

2nd, AL West

 

 

KEY ADDITIONS

 

KEY LOSSES

C

Jason Kendall

SP

Tim Hudson

RP

Kiko Calero

SP

Mark Mulder

RP

Juan Cruz

SP

Mark Redman

P

Keiichi Yabu

~(PVC)

Arthur Rhodes

2B

Keith Ginter

OF

Jermaine Dye

 

 

RP

Chris Hammond

 

 

C

Damian Miller

 

 

 

 

RANDOM DIAMOND NOTE

Incidentally, Barry Zito is in Ken Macha's doghouse because he forgot to clean up his room, after he was repeatedly asked to do so; Billy Beane is beginning to think that Zito has the brains of a granola bar.

PROJECTED LINEUP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C

Jason Kendall

SP

Barry Zito

1B

Scott Hatteberg

SP

Dan Haren

2B

Mark Ellis/Keith Ginter

SP

Rich Harden

SS

Bobby Crosby

SP

Joe Blanton

3B

Eric Chavez

SP

Keiichi Yabu/Seth Etherton

LF

Eric Byrnes/Bobby Kielty

MR

Juan Cruz

CF

Mark Kotsay

MR

Kiko Calero

RF

Nick Swisher/Charles Thomas

MR

Ricardo Rincon

DH

Erubiel Durazo

CL

Octavio Dotel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9-10

PR: Oakland’s record against the Angels last year. The difference between the two teams. One game. Yeah – it’s pretty much even money that they had to replace all the chairs in the conference room during the winter. (The worst of the losses was the 10-0 blowout in the season ending series. No wonder Mark Mulder was jettisoned out of town.)

 

ED:  One might point at the A’s anemic offense last season too.  Joe Morgan would, you know that.

 

BB: I think Joey Scraphits is still catching up to the A’s being a Pitching and Defense team. By 2007 (when the A’s will be sponsoring the Giambi Reunion Tour and back to their softball slugger days), Morgan will finally be ready to talk about the A’s splitting up the Big Three.

 

ED:  The Big Three of Giambi, Stairs and Grieve?

 

BB: Jason Hart, Ryan Christensen, and Mario Encarnacion! Oh wait – we have to kayfabe about the A’s not being able to develop positional prospects. Forget I said that.

 

 

The Handsomest Picks…well…a buncha 3’s and 4’s

Name

Pos

Comical MLB.com
comment(s)

Performance

Nick Swisher (16)

OF

- Quiet hitting approach

- Aggressive hitter

- Playable arm

Has performed well in minors but hasn’t shown significant power. Drew 100+ walks in AAA last year. Aggressively. Will be starting A’s RF in 2005. Success!

Joe Blanton (24)

SP

- Similar body type to Tim Belcher

 

Has maintained excellent control in minors, good-but-not-great strikeout rate. Will be in rotation this year, upside is #3ish starter.

John McCurdy (26)

SS

Sadly nothing

Had a mediocre walk rate in college and hasn’t hit ANYWHERE since turning pro. Total washout.

Ben Fritz (30)

SP

- Big-boned, durable, similar to Jaret Wright

…Durable? Jaret Wright? …Really? Fritz has shown neither command nor a strikeout pitch, and will be in AA this year at 24 without a successful season to his name. Washout.

Jeremy Brown (35)

C

- Squatty build
- Comes to beat you
- Gets dirty

Aww, it’s the big fella. And he’s a DIRT DOG!!! Hit in the California League after signing but hasn’t since. Is like 5th on the A’s organizational depth chart at catcher even with Landon Suzuki going down for the year. I would love for him to succeed but…well…he’s stinky.

Stephen Obenchain (37)

SP

- Tall, extra-large frame.

A’s turned him into a reliever last year. Has posted decent peripherals but not good numbers. Another one of the Modesto guys this year who has little/no hope.

Mark Teahen (39)

3B

- Occasional power straight away.

So by occasional power straight away, they mean – if you give him a fastball right over the middle, he might hit it dead on. Teahan didn’t develop power until last year but developed in time to be the crux of the Carlos Beltran deal.

 

7

 

BB: Number of first round draft picks A’s had in the Moneyball draft of 2002. Since I want everyone to hate this preview…let’s take a look.

 

So, seven picks, a lot of gusto, and…a #3 starter, an outfielder with15 home run power, and trade bait to get a season and a half of Octavio Dotel. Poor handsomest GM.

 

PR: The best part for me is that Fritz is “big boned” while Brown has a “squatty build”. Someone had their thesaurus open to come up with various way to describe someone as fat.

 

ED:  I like the Tim Belcher body type reference.  Besides me and the Belcher family, who the hell remember Tim Belcher at this point?  What, they couldn’t reference Ed Hearn or something?

 

BB: I could go for that gimmick – the guy who goes to parties and references random mediocre pitchers and backup catchers and utility infielders. You know, like the guys who bring up bands that released a 7” on a label out of their basement that were fantastic the one show they were sober enough to get to in time. You know there’s a guy who goes to the SABR convention each year expecting to pick up the one girl who isn’t warned about the stench and body fat early enough by bringing up his intimate knowledge of the career of Johnny LeMaster. 

 

ED:  Poor-poor Chris Kahrl.

 

BB: Are you offering sympathy because you think that’s why…Chris Kahrl became a woman? Or are you offering sympathy because Chris Kahrl has to deal with those men hitting on her now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2/3

 

PR: Fraction of the “Big Three” that is no longer with the club. You didn’t know? There has only been about a bizillion stories about it. Stupid media. Tim Hudson was going to be too pricey. Mark Mulder was too slumpy. The total booty collected: Dan Haren (penciled in as a starter), Kiko Calero (bullpen upgrade), Juan Cruz (bullpen upgrade), Dan Meyer, Charles Thomas (in the OF mix, especially after the usual As OF crippling of the season) and catching prospect Daric Barton (aww… Jeremy Brown cries). There is some real quality there. I mean it’s not like they traded 6 guys for one year of Richie Sexson.

 

ED:  Yeah, from a financial POV these were good moves.  Sure, it takes the A’s out of being the class of the AL West for a year – probably – but The Handsomest got him some nice swag in those deals.  I heart me some Calero and Cruz and they should help Dotel from falling apart. Dan Haren is interesting insofar as he was a Cardinal pitching prospect and those are as rare as an air conditioner in Dusty Baker’s house in August.  If Charles Thomas was on brought in to be Eric Byrnes’ GLOVE in LF, then what is the point of having Eric Byrnes around?  Is the Coolest GM in Baseball also a SCRAP~! addict?

 

BB: That’s the thing – Charles Thomas isn’t actually any good. Or, I should say, he wasn’t any good until last year. He doesn’t really walk that much, and he slugged .445 in Atlanta last year. All that adds up to…a man who would be Terrence Long. Maybe Billy figures he can egg his car or something.

 

ED:  Yeah. It’s not that Thomas can hit.  And it’s not that Byrnes can field – or hit well enough to bother with him.  So why have both?  To peddle off onto the D-Rays for Scott Kazmir?  I think I’ve answered my question.

 

BB: But the Devil Rays have Danny Bautista! Oh – aww

 

.387

 

PR: Career OBP of Jason Kendall who Oakland acquired for Mark Redmond’s overrated year (should I mention here or in the Pirates section about Redmond’s most comparable player on baseball reference is Kris Benson. Aww.. the more things change…) and former PVC Athur Rhodes. Yup, this is my favorite acquisition of Billy’s this offseason. I am giddy about Kendall again after two straight .399 seasons. Yes, I have him as a keeper. Yes, I am trying to convince myself it was a good idea.

 

ED:  Aww, Phil is too young yet to give up hope completely. That’s cute.

 

BB: Just an FYI to those who don’t know – Rippa had Kendall in fantasy leagues from 1999 to 2002. He gave up on him after 2002. I drafted him. Kendall then proceeded to hit .290 with power again. Have I mentioned that no one will trade with me in fantasy baseball? I get upset.

 

PR: No, no – I gave up with him after 2001 (.266/.335/.358). And the reason you can’t trade is because you and I can’t trade with each other is because we know we are in a battle of outswindlyness. And we can’t trade with anyone else, well because we ran TC and Stumpy out of the league and Chris refuses to ever respond to proposed trades. Of course, I have traded the eventual Cy Young winner away two consecutive seasons. Now I am left making any offer I can to Ed to try and get Adam Dunn. “Come on! Eric Milton was a Clipper once. You know you want him Ed.”

 

ED:  Throw in Fernando Seiguignol and…Wait!

 

BB: I would be all for a trade where Ed got the rights to the entire Columbus Clipper roster for Adam Dunn.

 

ED:  Like I wouldn’t make that trade.

 

PR: I do really really like the bullpen now though. Anytime, you can move Arthur Rhodes, that is an upgrade. Cruz and Calero have the opportunity to blossom. And they join Ricardo Rincon who is now the best lefty setup man in baseball since BJ Ryan is the Orioles closer. Yeah, Chad Bradford is gone for at least half the season but that was going to happen at some point in time. Heck, Justin Duchscherer put up perfectly acceptable numbers and worked about 162 times. Aww… Jim Mecir will not be missed.

 

BB: And now…let’s again set the scene to several years ago.

 

Tall New Yorker Phil Rippa is walking the streets of Baltimore. Sure – he goes to school in DC; but to Peter Angelos, it is all the same. He is humming the latest Beastie Boy song in his head while he tries to avoid rats, Marion Barry, and people who think he is Bob Saget and ask if he will give them the Olsen Twins number. But, well…our friend Phil is very loud. He is many good things – but he is loud in all of them. And this humming has angered several residents of the Baltimore area. Humans, not rats. They quickly corner him and are about to tear him to bits when…out of nowhere…one arm whips forward to the right of Phil’s head. He tries to elude it, but the arm isn’t trying to hit him either. Instead, it slams flush onto the temple of the first attacker, whose head collides with that of the attacker next to him. The third hoodlum, fearful of his certain fate if he attempts to step to Phil and his new friend, runs away in a panic. Rippa shudders and then, shockingly, realizes he recognizes the guy who saved him – mainly because he is in uniform. “You…you’re…Ricardo Rincon! You’re playing the Orioles tonight!”, Rippa exclaims. “Si, compadre.”, Rincon answers (he knows English but he cannot speak it – it is my story damnit). “Wha…what can I do to re-pay you?”, the tall goof asks. “Usted puede hacer dos cosas para ”, Rincon responds.

 

Uno) Separe por siempre el bombo supervalorado sobre y mis hermanos de LOOGY

Dos) Haga tantas bromas off-color como sea posible sobre el accidente del canotaje que demandó dos de mis hermanos indios del bullpen hace varios años. Especialmente Ojeda.  Odio ese individuo.

 

BB: THAT is the only explanation for Phil naming Ricardo Rincon as the best left-handed setup man in baseball.

 

PR: Hey Now! Me and my Mexican Savior/Secret Lover take offense to this. Granted I might have been drunk or overawake and I don’t actually remember writing this but I actually believe this and it isn’t as ridiculous as some of the other things I have ever said. I mean – who’s better? I love Gabe White more than one man who loves a pedophile should but his better years are behind him. Steve Kline is now pitching for the Orioles and that means he will stink since they can only have one good reliever at a time. Juan Rincon had one good year so he can’t even claim to be the best person with his last name. Same with Mike Gonzalez. That leaves one person…

 

ED:  You make Mike Stanton weep, Phil.  Weep!

 

BB: The scary thing is that, if you actually go figure it out, Ricardo Rincon very well may be the best left-handed setup man in baseball. Holy crap.

 

PR: Aww... and we can go back in time and argue about Jeff Tam vs. Gabe White. Those were the days. Anyway – I honestly have no memory of writing that. Which is sad. Because it means that I wrote it when asleep. Which means that my subcoscious really really loves Ricardo Rincon. Eh... maybe before the end of this, I will get drunk and try to defend my position while arguing that Little Giants was the best sports movie of all time.

 

BB: But there is no moments where you start crying! Or no chill scenes! And it’s not about basketball! How can it be the best sports movie of all time?!?!???

 

ED:  But, Phil! You forgot about HUSTON STREET!~!!! OMG! OMG!  OMG!  I don’t even want to know what the fantasy nerds are saying about him at this point. If we have been unseemly at points in this, I can only imagine loads toasted by the rotogeeks over him.

 

BB: I forgot which part of Moneyball talked about how major league closers are crap but college closers are really, really valuable.

 

ED:  Was this the alternate-Moneyball written by Tabitha? 

 

BB: Mmmm….you know Billy Beane will get him some of that during the Moneyball wrap party. “When I go into a party, I will walk out with your girlfriend.”

 

4 out of 5

 

PR: Number of OFers on the As roster who are from California. I didn’t realize that part of “Moneyball” meant having to recruit in-state. (Nick Swisher being from Ohio and I am sure he will quickly want to claim residence elsewhere soon enough.)

 

ED:  I dunno.  I mean, Mo Vaughn moved to Columbus…for some god unknown reason.  I can see Swisher and Mo hangin’ and chillin’ while passing out the fake strip club currency. 

 

BB: I am far too young and pure and innocent to talk about strip club currency.

 

TEXAS RANGERS

Previous year’s record: 89-73

3rd, AL West

 

 

KEY ADDITIONS

 

KEY LOSSES

OF

Richard Hidalgo

DB

Brian Jordan

SP

Pedro Astacio

DH

Brad Fullmer

VP

Sandy Alomar, Jr.

DL

Rusty Greer

SP

Matt Riley

UT

Eric Young

 

 

DH

Herbert Perry

 

 

 

 

RANDOM DIAMOND NOTE

It remains to be seen how Hank Blalock and Gerald Laird fare defensively, but if they are consistent, it will just protect the tight staff with guys like Joaquin Benoit, Ryan Bukvich, who claims he was raised in the wild by a kind, talking hamburger, and Kameron Loe.

PROJECTED LINEUP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C

Rod Barajas/Gerard Laird

SP

Kenny Rogers

1B

Mark Teixeira

SP

Ryan Drese

2B

Alfonso Soriano

SP

Chan Ho Park

SS

Michael Young

SP

Pedro Astacio

3B

Hank Blalock

SP

Chris Young/Matt Riley

LF

Kevin Mench

MR

Carlos Almanzar

CF

Laynce Nix

MR

R.A. Dickey

RF

Richard Hidalgo

MR

Frank Francisco

DH

David Dellucci

CL

Francisco Cordero

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

15

 

PR: Number of minutes I spent trying to figure out who exactly might be the 5th starter and who was going to be in the bullpen. It finally dawned on me that this was the Rangers we were talking about and all I had to do was randomly pick some names (making sure it had some form of Francisco in there) from Central America that I couldn’t spell and there ya go.

 

ED:  You could possibly also name about every minor league arm in the Rangers system and every FA pitcher still out there.  Odds are good, however, that you shouldn’t name Chan Ho Park.

 

BB: The Rangers gave Chris Young a 3 year, $1.5 million deal in the offseason, to keep him from joining the Sacramento Kings in the offseason. This, despite the fact that they already own Young’s rights for the next five years (with him making $300,000 or thereabouts automatically for the next two years). Oh – and he’s been unremarkable in the minor leagues. Oh – and he’s 26. But hey – at least they don’t have to worry about having Alex Rodriguez around anymore.

 

PR: Chris Young – the man with the best bio on MLB.com

“Married the former Liz Patrick (10/23/04) this past offseason...NHL's former Patrick Division was named for wife's grandfather...”

 

BB: And if he had just taken the Kings’ money, he could’ve been the guy with the blog on NBA.com.

 

 

The Rangers’ and the Free Agency Market: Starting Pitching (since 1997)

Pitcher

Year before
Signing

Contract

Results

Roger Pavlik
(re-signed)

5.19 ERA, 201 IP

2 years, $4.5 million

Pitched 71 innings. Out of baseball afterwards at 30.

Bobby Witt
(re-signed)

4.82 ERA, 209 IP

1 year, $3.25 million

Pitched 69 innings with a 7.66 ERA, traded to Cardinals.

Mark Clark

4.84 ERA, 213.7 IP

2 years, $9 million

Pitched 128 innings with an ERA around 8.30. Out of baseball afterwards.

Mike Morgan

4.18 ERA, 120.7 IP

1 year, $900,000

Pitched 140 innings with an ERA of 6.24.

Justin Thompson
(acquired in trade)

5.11 ERA, 142.7 IP

2 years, $4.5 million

Acquired as centerpiece of Juan Gonzalez trade. Never pitched inning for Rangers.

Kenny Rogers

4.19 ERA, 195.3 IP

3 years, $23 million

Pitched 557 innings over three years with an ERA of 4.65.

Darren Oliver

4.26 ERA, 196.3 IP

3 years, $19 million

262 innings, 5.26 ERA. Pitched third year of contract in Boston (for Carl Everett) but Texas was on the hook.

Dave Burba

6.21 ERA, 150 IP

1 year, $2 million

111 innings, 5.42 ERA, sent back to Cleveland

Chan Ho Park

3.50 ERA, 234 IP

3 years, $31 million and rising

Too ugly for words. Someone should really redo “Three Feet High and Rising” with a Chan Ho bent. “How high’s the debt service, Mama? She said it’s $150 million and rising…”

Hideki Irabu

Stinky

1 year, $550,000

He was awful and drunk but I really added him just to note that the Rangers signed him AND Bill Pulsipher on the same day. That might be the ugliest day of free agency in baseball history.

40

 

PR: Kenny Rogers’ age. Seriously, one of these offseasons the Rangers will go out and actually do something to address their pitching staff. Rogers is okay, including some shockingly serviceable seasons the last couple of go arounds. But at 40, I really don’t think I want him fronting my staff. He isn’t a physical freak like Roger Clemens and it might be about time for Randy Johnson’s arm to fall off (Bill can hope). Its because they are the Texas Rangers. Right? They feel like they are obligated to keep him around don’t they?  Are they hoping confused country (or fried chicken) fans are going to come out to the park? Pedro Astacio???? 2002 was a really really really long time ago. And he is pitching in Arlington now. Not Shea. And even when he was pitching in Shea, he wasn’t that good. John Hart is so much of a genius that this is a joke that is only funny to him – right? Chan Ho Park is still getting paid. Because last year and the year before that were such successes.

 

ED:  Well, someone’s gotta be the organizational whipping boy now that A-Rod’s gone.

 

BB: Well, last time they tried to address the pitching staff…they signed Chan Ho Park. Whoops.

 

ED:  The song’s “Five Feet High And Rising,” Bill.  OK, maybe in Korea “three feet” is the same.  But…yeah.

 

BB: Awww…I suck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

794 – 727

 

ED:  The amount of runs the Rangers pitching staff gave up v. the amount of earned runs the Rangers pitching staff gave up.  Now, ol’ Buck’s a smart cookie.  He understands the value of defense.  And I’m certain some idiot will write something about how Richard Hidalgo’s arm is so strong that he’ll be able to cut down about 40 runs worth of base runners this year.  But if the Rangers are going to make any sort of forward progress in this division – especially with that craptastic pitching staff and St. Orel’s preaching the gospel of pitch-to-contact – they’re gonna need someone who can actually catch a ball.

 

BB: Well – I mean – they have been shopping Alfonso Soriano. Surely they could’ve thrown in one of their 800 mediocre outfielders to get Pokey.

 

PR: Aww… and Soriano doesn’t even really have DISRUPTIVE SPEED! anymore. Since I am obsessed with weird things on mlb.com now, there is nothing funnier than seeing this list on Soriano’s player profile page

 

Fantasy Comparison:

Jeff Kent - 1609  

Alfonso Soriano - 1602

Mark Loretta - 1447  

Brian Roberts - 1354  

Bret Boone – 1298

 

PR: One of these is not like the other. One of these just doesn’t belong.

 

ED:  What is, a truck washer, an overrated hacker, two serviceable parts and a ballooned up midget, Alex?

 

BB: That is the first time ever someone’s mentioned Brian Roberts’ name without saying Jerry Hairston’s before or after .

 

16
 
BB: Number of starting pitchers who had three or more starts for the Rangers last year. Sixteen! And there’s a whole wide variety of suck. 
·               They sucked young (Joaquin Benoit, Colby Lewis, Nick Regilio) 
·               They sucked old (Scott Erickson, John Wasdin, Mickey Callaway)
·               They sucked from America (R.A. Dickey, Mike Bacsik, Sam Narron) 
·               They sucked from Latin America (Ricardo Rodriguez, Juan Dominguez)
·               They sucked from Korea (Chan Ho Park)
·               They sucked despite being a veteran and receiving an inordinate amount of run support (Kenny Rogers)
·               They sucked despite having a decent hook shot (Young). 
·               They sucked despite their performance in Con-Air (Kameron Loe). 
 
And then…Ryan Drese was kinda decent. Big up yourself.

 

ED:  Ahh, it’s good to know that John Hart still doesn’t know a pitcher from a hole in the ground.  Anyone wanna take a guess on when Hart moves Teixeira for a LOOGY?  And when Phil falls in love with said LOOGY?

 

156

 

ED:  The combined homers that Hank Blalock, Alfonso Soriano, Kevin Mench, Michael Young and Mark Teixeira hit for the Rangers. The team total?  227.  Now I’m not about to say that everyone else on offense is worthless but…Well, yeah. That is what I’m saying.  It was nice of the Rangers to pony up all that cash to David DeLucci though.

 

BB: Ah, but at least it makes THE LADIES happy…now, A-Rod’s not an attractive man. He couldn’t make the Bush girls…this joke will just get me in trouble.

 

836 v. 736

 

ED:  Rangers OPS at home v. Rangers OPS on the road.  Mmm, Coorsy.

 

BB: Best way to point out this for Rangers fans? At home, the Rangers hit like Michael Young. On the road, they hit like Rod Barajas. And, I mean…even Michael Young wasn’t that good.

 

PR: At least, at home they still get that cool, cool breeze from Soriano hacking away.

 

106

 

BB: OPS+ in Michael Young’s “career” year last year. Never mind that it happened at age 27. He is essentially a souped-up Homer Bush who can’t really handle shortstop – so while that may excite some people (Hi Phil), he’s not really the cornerstone of your team or anything approaching a real replacement for A-Rod.

 

PR: Aww… the Yankees waived Homer Bush to kill that dream before it really started to flourish.

 

ED:  Columbus weeps.

 

BB: I can’t tell whether it weeps because they’re getting him or because they’re NOT getting him. Or as I’m sure you would probably tell me – Columbus weeps just because.

 

ED: Depression in the Midwest is always a mainstay.

 

44, 55, 78
 
PR: That would be the 2004 OPS+ of all the catchers in Rangers camp – Gerald Laird, Sandy Alomar Jr. and Rod Barajas. 
Where have you gone, dear sweet Pudge? Wow – I have heard of punting a position before but geez. 
My personal favorite is the Rangers website's pimping of Barajas. "HE HAD CAREER HIGHS ALMOST ACROSS THE BOARD!" 
Which must have been real tough since it was his first full season in the bigs.  
Is Orel Hershiser teaching his pitchers how to throw to stinky catchers? I mean he was tossing to Mike Scioscia all those years.
 
ED:  Aww, Phil poops on no-hittin’ catchers just to make Tim McCarver cry.  If Tim McCarver cries, does his face finally move?
 
BB: It’s way too far up {Joe Buck, Derek Jeter, Tony LaRussa}’s ass for anyone to see, Ed. Way too far.

 

SEATTLE MARINERS

Previous year’s record: 63-99

4th, AL West

 

 

KEY ADDITIONS

 

KEY LOSSES

$B

Adrian Beltre

DH

Edgar Martinez

TALL

Richie Sexson

 

 

GLOVE

Pokey Reese

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RANDOM DIAMOND NOTE

Chris Snelling, who has always been considered somewhat yummy, had a dream one night that he was locked inside some opera houses being chased by a giant Jujyfruit, and when he woke up he found he had a cut large intestine, which will keep him out seven weeks, and the Mariners think they will get by if Wladimir Balentien, a favorite of Mike Hargrove, steps up.

PROJECTED LINEUP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C

Miguel Olivo/Dan Wilson

SP

Jamie Moyer

1B

Richie Sexson

SP

Ryan Franklin

2B

Bret Boone

SP

Joel Piniero

SS

Pokey Reese/Jose Lopez

SP

Gil Meche

3B

Adrian Beltre

SP

Bobby Madritsch

LF

Randy Winn

MR

Shiggy Hasegawa

CF

Jeremy Reed

MR

JJ Putz

RF

Ichiro Suzuki

MR

Ron Villone

DH

Raul Ibanez

CL

Eddie Guardado

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

$64,000,000

$50,000,000

 

PR: Money spent on Adrian Beltre and Richie Sexson. There ya go. The Mariners were horrific last year and decided they needed to make a splash. So they signed a guy who the Dodgers waited 7 years for him to fulfill his potential with the mother of all contract years. (.334/.388/.640) and a guy who missed almost all of last season and loves the sweet sweet booze. Okay... not sure I would have gone in that direction.

 

BB: Well, at least they got rid of Carlos Guillen, so they don’t have to worry about Sexson having a Latin drinking buddy. Or production from shortstop. Whoops.

 

ED:  You know what the Mariners need more of? More slap-hits.  That’s why Bret Boone cycled off the juice.  Everyone needs to be more ICHIRO-ESQUE~!!!

 

PR: Honestly, I am guessing Beltre kinda settles back closer to his numbers in 2000 (.290/.360/.426) than repeating his 2004. Remember folks – this is Safeco he is playing in. Of course, just being able to easily get out of bed in the morning makes him an instant upgrade over Scott Spiezio.

 

ED: BAH! You think Beltre can rock out with Gammons?  I think not!

 

BB: Ed has a very good point.

 

ED:  I did have a point.  And then Spiezio got divorced, had the entire organization tell him that he sucks and…and…was kicked out of/left Sandfrog.  I assume at some point his dog ran away and/or got ran over by Richie Sexson too.  Now, one may wonder how you could get kicked out of your own vanity band and…well, I don’t know how that happened either.  Our hunch is that Spiezio is keeping his options open for the return of Candlebox.  It’s understandable.  We’ve all been there.  There sits the legend of Candlebox; teasing him, toying with his desire to rock like none has ever rocked before.  How could one return to Sandfrog when the ALMIGHTY stands before him?  How could one look his bandmates in the eye again when there is lust in his heart for a force so great?  Only when Spiezio re-unites the Candlebox army can his life ever be complete again, only then can he turn his life around.  But until then he’s left…so far…so very-very far…behiiiiyiyiyiyiyind.

 

BB: Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah bad! Now my spring is complete.

 

PR: I really really like Richie Sexson. Gangly and ugly. It’s a personal connection. Since I pretty much think it was the D-Backs comical mismanagement of Sexson (rushing him back too soon from his first DL stint) that got him hurt for the season – I will say that he will return to his normal self. Of course, this is Safeco he is playing in. Where hitter’s hopes and dreams go to die. At least the weather is nice. Oh...

 

ED:  Richie Sexson loved Singles. Loved it.  It came out at a time when he was entering his adulthood and taught him everything he needed to know about lovin’ in the Great Northwest.  Sure, it took some time to sink in with all the love lessons those Melvins albums gave him.  But after repeated viewings, he soon learned to always say “bless you” when a woman sneezed. He drank much beer.  He developed a taste for coffee.  He crowd surfed.  He learned to love Citizen Dick.  Oh, how he loved him some Citizen Dick.  He spent his college years traveling throughout the Great Northwest trying to attend the ultra-secret Citizen Dick shows.  He spent his college years collecting Citizen Dick bootlegs.  There weren’t many.  The Dick was the great white whale of the Great Northwest.  There were stories of The Dick blowing The Fastbacks off the stage. There were tales of The Dick making the Melvns cry.  There were legends about The Dick slaughtering Mudhoney.  But those were all legends as far as anyone knew.  All that anyone knew for certain is that Richie was the biggest Citizen Dick fan in the world – well, he is like 17 feet tall, after all.  People would slack to him from miles around just to hear the only known boots of Citizen Dick:  The Dick on Parade, The Dick Sucks, and the immortal Touch Me, I’m Dick.  Oh yeah, they were some rough boots, all right.  Richie himself even once admitted that The Dick On Parade MIGHT actually have been a recording of a sawmill by someone who had a microphone in his arm pit.  MAYBE. But there was never any denying that…that…Citizen Dick spirit.  Sure, there were those who scoffed at Richie.  They told him The Dick wasn’t a real band.  They told him even Courtney Love wouldn’t sleep with a Dick.  But Richie knew – KNEW – that Citizen Dick was the best band in the whole Great Northwest.  And when I heard that Richie was nabbed for a DUI this off-season, my only though was that Richie was on his way to Olympia to follow the trail of The Dick.

 

BB: “NICE JOKE ED! CAMERON CROWE WILL APPROVE!”

 

ED:  I am saddened that I’ve unfunnily referenced two Cameron Crowe movies in this preview.  Neither of which I watched more than a few minutes of. Meh.

 

BB: Please tell me Candlebox was a Cameron Crowe creation. Suddenly – it all makes so much sense now.

 

ED:  That would be the only logical explanation to me, anyway.

 

996-963

 

PR: Mike Hargrove’s career managerial record. Was Hargrove the best choice for the M’s? Probably not. Was he the worst choice? God no. I mean look at some of the choices over in the Phillies section. Or last year’s Orioles section. One thing is that I do think he got a raw deal in Baltimore but such is life and now he is here to figure out how to win with more comical pitching than he had while with the Orioles.

 

ED:  Grover is not a good handler of pitchers.  Which is something the Mariners are OK with since they can’t handle pitchers well, organizationally, either.  Misery loves more misery.  Pass the coffee, dude.

 

BB: In all fairness, Hargrove’s had to patch together pitching staffs where the best pitcher at any given time was usually Dave Burba. Or Sidney Ponson. Ugly AND scary.

 

PR: Man, Bill urinates all over Mike Mussina. Of course, 2000 (Mussina’s only year under Hargrove’s leadership) was sorta on the stinky side. Now, of course, I am itching to figure out the worst pitcher ever under Mike Hargrove. Mmm… content. Or maybe Bill was trying to set me up for another Tim Crews joke. Oh, I am so conflicted.

 

BB: Man – I forgot about the Mussina/Hargrove overlap. Poor fella. Worst pitcher under Mike Hargrove…OH! Jack Armstrong! He’s always the answer to “Worst pitcher…” questions.

 

ED:  Aww, Bill forgets 1990. Or maybe he wasn’t alive at the time. Whatever.

 

~40

 

PR: Number of runs that Pokey Reese was going to save the Red Sox last year. Well that didn’t work out as well as anyone hoped. Aww… and he even has to see his replacement all the time in the same division too. How cute.

 

BB: Oh, how Pokey wanted that big contract. He was untouchable once, you know. Huge star. Worth more than Ken Griffey Jr. Great nickname. Fielding genius. Made out with Harold Reynolds backstage at the ESPY’s. Hit .285 once. Finally got to his arbitration years and became a Red Sock! And the Red Sox gave a multi-year contract to freaking Jeff Frye! And actually paid Mike Lansing $6 million! He was going to be the darling of the town! BU girls would throw their undergarments at him! And then…the Red Sox non-tendered him. Oh. Well they don’t know what they’re doing. They’ve never won anything, anyway. It’s ok. Pokey can play Pittsburgh. You know, big fish, small pond. He’ll build himself up again. And then – Pokey got hurt. And then Pokey didn’t really have any more offers. He was sleeping with whoever was left over at the bar. Even his glove – the glove that burned white-hot and lit up that wonderful smile – the glove that made him famous – it was dim. Now Pokey has a World Series ring and he sits at home with his disappointing wife in Seattle and watches reruns until he falls asleep and wonders if he had just gone to Seattle five years earlier, what a star he could’ve been. Ichiro’s little brother! Ichiro’s big brother! Oh, how do you say Pokey in Japanese, Ichiro?

 

ED:  Kaz Matsui?

 

BB: Awww – that is my favorite joke in the entire preview.

 

ED:  I like how opposing OF’ers can sit down when Pokey and ICHIRO come to bat – and if they bat them 9-1 in the order, it’s even better.  With ICHIRO~! There’s no chance of anything being hit over their heads. And with Pokey, there’s no chance anything will be hit.  It’s like extra rest for the big guys, really.  I can imagine Vlad Guerrero out there picking dandelions like it was a little league game.  OK.  So it’s Seattle, he’ll be picking poppies.  Same diff.

 

BB: This reminds me of a little league story. I used to be a nifty little pitcher – mainly because I was fat. We are talking eight, nine years old here. So one year I pitch a few good games and get picked to play on a “travel” team. You all know how travel teams work. I am excited. My little brother is also picked to play on the team. The coach for the travel team is this very angry black man who I am horribly afraid of to this day. Regardless, he takes a liking to me and makes me his starting pitcher for the first game of the season. We travel – to the Bronx, where we are playing a group of Latino kids who look to be at least twelve. There is no way they are our age. We bat first and I am hitting third. My brother leads off and strikes out on three pitches – none of which were anywhere near the strike zone. Second guy strikes out on three pitches – none of which were anywhere near the strike zone. I am smart. I figure – I ain’t swinging at anything. First pitch nearly hits me in the head. Change of plans. I am bunting. I bunt and get thrown out by 25 feet. My coach is angry. I ignore him and go out to pitch.

 

I never actually learned how to pitch. Repeating motion? No sir. Movement on my fastball? No sir. Any sort of real delivery? Nah. I just wound back and threw it in there. My curveball was me moving my wrist away from the batter. Which I guess would make it a slider; or, as the umpires called it – a ball.

 

Anyway I get up there and I am terrified. I am all about the safety. I throw two balls and then groove one over. The hitter smacks a line drive to second base and hits my brother in the face on one hop. He starts crying and is removed from the game. In comes the coach’s son who – shall we say – is a freaking butcher. I proceed to give up twelve runs in the first inning. None of these runs are earned. That’s not to say I was pitching well – but let’s just say I didn’t get any help.

 

I get back to the dugout and my brother walks over and says “Nice inning”. I punch him in the face and get separated by the coach and my mom. I’m pretty sure I didn’t get punished for that one, though.

 

Anyway we are down like 43-2 after six innings and for some reason, there is no mercy rule. I stopped pitching after the first – mainly because I was one of the few people who could actually field. My coach wants to bring me back in to pitch the seventh and final inning but the opposing coach actually comes out and complains and refuses to let me pitch. In protest, I go play centerfield and sit down and pick flowers (see – it all ties back in). After the second line drive that gets hit past me that I take forever to grab, the game is called.

 

I quit the team the next day.

 

ED:  See, I am only here to conjure up Bill’s bad memories. Can the Korean cartoonist guy do that? I think not.

 

BB: Ah, thank god Tony Batista’s never exposed himself to me.

 

31

 

PR: That would be the average age of Seattle’s starting 5. Man, Jamie Moyer really spikes that number up. And he will pitch forever. If it is like last year, the Mariners certainly hope not. I swear to God, I thought Gil Meche was FAR older than 26. He certainly pitches now like he needs a new hip. Bobby Madritsch is the chosen one of the moment. He spent a heartbeat in the Reds organization – long enough to have them almost rip his arm off. Bounced around and around and around and suddenly was a miracle call up in July. I mean pitch 16 scoreless innings and Ms fans were ready to forget all about Mark Langston. And he has a WILD SIDE! DISTRACTING TATOOS!!!

 

ED:  Hey, any Mariner pitcher under the age of 30 who still has his arm attached is a big deal.

 

BB: And by deal, you mean “oversight”. Poor lil Bryan Price.

 

615

 

BB: Untouchable Dan Wilson’s OPS last year. Sadly, he has been relegated to a bench/veteran presence role so Miguel Olivo can get some playing time. Of course, the Mariners will say he’s a drunk/tear his ACL/send him on a punitive assignment to AA/get his mother kidnapped in order to get Dan Wilson back in the lineup by June.

 

4.91

 

ED: Ryan Franklin’s team-leading ERA. In a pitcher’s park. 

 

BB: Nothing funny about that. That’s just ugly.

 

3.36

 

ED:  Bucky Jacobsen’s K/Walk ratio in 176 times to the plate.  Don’t worry Tacoma fans, you’ll have Bucky back REAL soon.

 

BB: He did slug .661 in the PCL last year. Sure – it is a bandbox. But .661 is still .661. Of course – Ed hates strikeouts and I love slugging percentage.

 

PR: Oh Ed loves strikeouts. There is a reason he keeps protecting Adam Dunn.

 

ED:  Oh yeah, someone with my track record sure can’t go a-hating on the K.

 

0

 

ED:  Times Bret Boone took steroids.  Just to cover our butts from last year’s preview. Sorry, li’l andro man.

 

BB: Phew.