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 wo