Archive for March, 2008
Bochy’s got our best hitter and best player batting sixth? The one significant offensive addition to last year’s last-place club, on a team with no offense whatsoever, and Bruce Bochy has him batting sixth.
UPDATE: Wow. Zito, again, brings nothing to the game, or should I say, brings exactly what he has, which is nothing. More errors, more double plays….. wow.
And, to add insult to injury, Bochy has the audacity to dress down the rookie, Bocock, after he gets picked off in a 5-0 ninth inning. Ummmm…. Boch? Your shortstop there was promoted from Single A to start on Opening Day, because you have no suitable replacement in your entire organization for your injured, 43-year old starting shortstop. So, sure, the kid’s overmatched. It’s not his fault. It’s your general managers fault. Yelling at Bocock isn’t gonna help, it’s gonna hurt. And, more importantly, it’s disgraceful.
You wanna yell at somebody, yell at Sabean, for giving you this shamefully inadequate roster.
MIA wrote something noteworthy, so instead of commenting on it, I thought I’d share it with everyone:
I rarely if ever cross post. But this time I am. I really tried hard to keep the invectives down. There are a lot of types who try to intellectualize the game and in so doing, really lack context in understanding sport in America. I suppose it is because so many are nihilist and self centered in their world view, and in so doing will excuse all kinds of ridiculous behavior from others, just so long as it is not their own ox that is getting gored. Anyway here it is.
A team consists of players. At the MLB level, specifically, players coaches, manager and trainers. These are guys that are suited up. This is what you need to play the game.
Add suits and now you have a franchise. Suits need players to have a franchise. Players do not need suits to field a team. A franchise needs fans. A team does not need fans. By that I mean two teams of 9 players each with equipment and a field can play the game. Anytime, anyplace. Without owners. Without a “Ballpark Experience.” As has been happening for over 150 years. It happens someplace in the world everyday. And there are no owners nor fans. A few close friends, or family maybe. Thats it.
Guys that come up in the game know this. Most guys who play this game never play in front of crowds of more than a few hundred. For the truly gifted and fortunate, maybe a trip to the College Worlds Series, and some AAA ballparks. But by and large, baseball is not played in front of many fans, until MLB – which is why it is called “The Show.”
It is at this point that fans enter into the picture. And right in front of them are the guys waiting to take their money. It is no coincidence, this confluence of “fans” and “ownership.” Owners came about when they saw an opportunity to make money off a game. An opportunity to sell an illusion to fans and extend the illusion beyond childhood They organized leagues and took over the administrative duties of running baseball teams from the guys who actually played the game.
These guys evolved into the modern owner of today. Not good enough to play, but country-club rich enough and compelled enough to inject themselves into the game. Clever enough, and political enough to manipulate their way into positions of power. Not with baseball talent nor an inculcation of baseball culture, but with money and influence. Owners, who in exchange for providing team clerical and administrative duties for players, swindle large municipalities out of real estate, build a moat around the real estate, then charge “fans” money to cross the moat and watch “the show.” Some of the money actually finds it’s way into the hands of the players who are mostly looked upon as performers in a media-driven, dehumanizing process that is designed to maximize revenue, and minimize expenses.
Bud Selig, George Steinbrenner, Jeffrey Loria, Charlie Finley, Charlie Comisky, George W. Bush, David Glass, Carl Pohlad, Frank and Jamie McCourt, Ken Kendricks and now Peter Magowan. All of whom came into the game with a groupie-like enthusiasm to be part of the process. Like some White House Intern, all giddy and wide-eyed to be in the presence of what they could never be. And when the sheen wears off, and the novelty of being an “insider” loses its appeal. And when the reality that hanging out with your idols does not make you an idol sets in, then the bitterness and envy that seethed beneath the surface, begins to build and eventually oozes its way to the surface.
We fans have been fortunate to have two really good and one pretty good ownership groups in the Bay Area. The Haas family when they rescued the A’s from the loathsome and cruel Charlie Finley, and Eddie DeBartolo being the former in that they treated fans with respect and provided championship ball. Horace Stoneham ran out of money, but he was a baseball man steeped in the culture of baseball. A rarity for one who never played the game. The Giants teams of the 60s were some of the best to ever compete in the National League. During the 18 year period of his stewardship in San Francisco, he gave us Five Hall of Famers, and the father of perhaps the greatest player of all time: Willie Mays, Willie McCovey, Juan Marichal, Gaylord Perry, Orlando Cepeda, and Bobby Bonds. Peter Magowan, self-styled baseball expert has given us, a castle with a moat, usuriously priced admission, concessions and parking and a “ballpark experience” rivaled only by Alcatraz Tours and take-out crab cocktails at Fisherman’s Wharf.
I also think he’s going to paint one of his overpriced bleacher seats a special color to commerorate some event or something.
The team consists of players and a franchise consists of a team plus the supporting cast who control the money. And I never confuse the two. The supporting cast to me is not relevant except what they do to enhance the ability of the team to compete for championships. Other than that, they are non-productive pariahs at worst, a logistical necessity at best. But its really about the players. Who even in the end of their careers are greatly talented individual professional athletes and do routinely on a daily basis what we can only dream about doing if only for once in our life. Most of us have much respect for the care, dedication to, development of, and exposition of that talent. And we wish to remember that talent and honor that talent and pass that respect along to our children and grandchildren. The good and the bad.
Others of small mind and pettiness of character choose to surrender to their innermost smallness. Too late they realize that not a one of us will ever pay a dime to watch them do their jobs. And they eventually fade away into their smallness and bitterness, their massive insecurities and egomania consuming them in the end.
For Magowan to say and do the things he is doing smacks of Dick Cheney. When asked, politely for his thoughts when informed that 2/3 of the American people disapprove of the way this administration is running the Iraq war his response was: “So?” And does anybody think Magowan’s answer would be any different when informed that most Giants fans disapprove of the way he is treating Barry Bonds?
No. I won’t be spending anytime at all there. I will not voluntarily spend money or patronize an enterprise that I find ethically and morally reprehensible. I will root for the players. I will enjoy Kruk and the gang. And I will enjoy the actual games themselves. It took four years for Magowan to finally reveal himself to be the snake I started maintaining he was in 2003. I would rather he had proved me wrong.
Not much for me to add, really. I remember when Magowan ran Dusty out of town because he felt like he wasn’t getting enough credit. That was the beginning of the end, right there. The last four years has been an almost non-stop slide into obscurity.
I am grateful. I am humbled by the number of responses to my last post. I am proud of the work I’ve done here, and am glad to know that so many people read and enjoy my work. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write.
On to this week’s theme…..
D-Wil put together a similar rant right around the same time I did:
…. The Giants are so bad that an opposing scout says of the team:
“The Giants aren’t as bad as you’ve heard —- they’re worse.”
It is said that most hitters in the Giants lineup would not start on other teams, that there are no pitching prospects in their farm system while their number one pitcher, Barry Zito, cannot reach the high-80 mph range with any pitch in his arsenal, and his once-lethal curveball lacks bite.
With a team that will be hard-pressed to win 65 games the smart thing to do would be to keep as many reminders of Bonds around AT&T as possible to distract the dwindling crowds. If Magowan had any brains and wasn’t bent on being such an ungrateful bastard he’d build a Bonds theme park with two life-size artificial-intelligence talking Bonds figures; one who talks in contrived platitudes to the fans and another in a replica of his locker configuration.
…. Peter Magowan could care less. As long as those 68 luxury suites, 5,200 club seats, and those 1,500 special field seats are paid for, and he get 10,000 more plebes to sit anywhere else they want, he’s fine. The contract signed in 2000 got him a cool $53 million in straight cash homey dollars for the naming rights through 2019; that through the thick of the last eight years and the desert carcass thin of the next indeterminate number of years to come.
I’ve heard it said and written that many of the people who fill PacBell could care less about baseball, they’re just there to be part of the scene, (whatever that means). Well, we’ll learn this season exactly how true that is. With a team showcasing exactly two top-flight young players, and perhaps one or two more 25 or 26-year olds worth ten cents, along with the absolute worst position player talent in all of baseball, it’s gonna be a long, long season. Hell, this team is gonna have six and eight game homestands without a win. They just got beat by their Fresno farm team.
BP’s Joe Sheehan feels my pain:
…. The Giants are awful. ….the Giants were outscored by three runs a game in exhibition play.
The roster looks like someone’s keeper list from the second Clinton Administration.
At the same time the Giants are assembling a roster of Matt Cain, Tim Lincecum, and 23 Fresno Grizzlies, they’re embarrassing themselves by erasing all mentions of Barry Bonds from AT&T Park. Bonds is responsible for that park, in the same way that Ken Griffey helped create Safeco Field and Tony Gwynn built Petco Park. It’s one thing to squeeze every last dollar out of the man’s career, another to discard your best player because of public-relations concerns, and another thing entirely to erase him from existence. Here’s a tip for Giants management: pretending you’re better off with Dave Roberts in left field instead of Bonds isn’t made any more believable by changing signage and décor. The spin that a Bonds-free clubhouse will somehow make up for a Bonds-free baseball field has no credibility whatsoever. This is the worst team in baseball, and rapidly challenging for the label of worst organization.
I’d add that the clowns at the SF Chronicle have lowered themselves about as far as a news organization can go. Besides the fact that they go days with a single story about the team, they are in bed with team management’s efforts to disgrace Bonds, to help the team distance themselves from him by spinning the idea that the team is better without him; and to parrot Magowan and Sabean’s lies about the team being younger, faster and better. Speed and defense? Are you serious, John Shea?
And I don’t want to hear another word about how they have to see these guys every day. Fuck you, and fuck them. When someone is an asshole, you need to tell them. When someone is the weakest link, they know it. Not telling them, or saying it out loud does no one any good. It smacks of the highest form of disrespect when you tiptoe around the jerk at the office because you think you might hurt their feelings. Fuck that guy. If he’s the asshole, he better be able to take the heat. Otherwise, HE CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO HOME.
If you are a mediocre player, and a sportswriter says so, and you can’t handle it; then YOU CAN’T HANDLE BEING A PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL PLAYER. Get the hell off my team.
I hope I can make it across the border….
I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand….
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams….
I hope the Giants fire Brian Sabean before they trade away Lincecum for Joe Crede….
In my house, this is called lying:
…. “With Barry Bonds gone,” Magowan said, addressing the media throng, “this is clearly the beginning of a new era for the Giants.” He promised a “younger, faster, more energetic ballclub.”
I’m always amazed at the audacity of people in the public eye just flat-out lying, as if to say that the fact that they are saying something makes it true. You wanna know why Baer and Magowan and Sabean think that saying the team is younger means that it is? I’ll tell you why…. because it works. Because no one listens, no one reads, no one pays attention to anything other than the headlines anymore. If someone says it on TV, it’s true. If it’s written, anywhere, it’s a fact. Jose Canseco can say whatever he wants, because he’s on television, he wrote a book. Game of Shadows is completely factual, according to anyone and everyone. It’s a book, of course it’s true. That’s as much an indictment of us as a culture, as a country, as it is of the people in the mainstream media.
Meanwhile, in San Francisco, we have an owner who, in between ignoring the day to day mistakes of his general manager and staff, has conveniently forgotten who buttered his bread for the last fifteen years. In his latest “State of the Team,” press conference, Magowan comes off as small-time, petty, and quite frankly, unbelievably ungrateful. To say that his entire fortune is based upon the hard work and sacrifice of Barry Bonds might be a stretch, but it’s not much of a stretch.
…. The ballpark itself has been de-Bondsed. Gone are the huge cloth murals of Bonds and “756″ that hung from the lighting towers flanking the centerfield scoreboard. Gone is the Bonds career-home-run “scoreboard.” The leftfield fence now features a long green blank between the ads for Chevron and Bud Lite. Last season, that space was devoted to Bonds – first a mural of Bonds and three other Giants’ legends, and then a “Road to History” mural featuring a photo of Bonds and a highway sign with his name and team logo.
…. I asked team president Peter Magowan if management considered some kind of visible tribute to Bonds and his record. “No,” Magowan said, eloquently.
Historians will remember that towards the end of his career, Babe Ruth was lied to and discarded by the Yankees, but I wonder if it was a bad as this. Ruth needed to go because he wanted to be the manager, and had always been a sideshow, (like Bonds), and I seem to remember some bullshit between him and the existing manager (Miller Huggins?). It wasn’t until he was diagnosed with cancer that the Yankees realized they were shortchanging the fans by slamming the door on Ruth. How can Magowan sit there with a straight face and act like Bonds somehow fucked him and the Giants over? That is as much an affront to me as a fan as any lying about the direction the team is going. Wiping clean all traces of Bonds is a disgrace.
And, again, let’s point out that Roger Clemens is again being defended by members of Congress, while Bonds is still hunted and, of course, being colluded out of baseball. That virtually every member of the mainstream media is standing by and applauding while this is happening is another travesty. The number of sportswriters who have profited from Bonds’ efforts, who have profited at his expense is staggering. Not content to cash their new, bigger paychecks, they still spew vitriol and bile at him, even when he’s out of the spotlight.
I remember reading how Joe DiMaggio became a recluse, hiding from fans and sportswriters, until finally he spent all of his time and effort protecting his name and reputation, suing people who even thought about making money off his fame without him getting his due. Sadly, history is repeating itself. The destruction of Barry Bonds will go down as one of the biggest mistakes in baseball history. Bonds has been a tremendous player, one who dedicated himself to his craft, getting every last ounce of production out his talent; and this is like watching him be torn apart by hyenas. It makes me feel dirty.
And, to those of you who count yourself among my faithful readers, I have had enough. There is a distinct possibility I am going to start focusing on, and writing about a different team this season. Five years on the Giants, and during that time, I’ve been mostly critical of them, but at least there seemed to be some sense of competence and respect in the way they went about their business. I haven’t agreed with everything, but at least they appeared to be giving an honest effort. The way these last couple of year has gone, and the way they (Magowan and Sabean, in particular) have been acting, is, frankly, abhorrent to me. Most of you have noticed that all I ever write anymore is complaints and criticisms. Well, I’ve noticed, too. This team makes me mad, disappointed, and most importantly, uninterested.
I am not interested in being lied to. I am not interested in a team that has so little respect for its fans that they would think it’s OK to shit all over the greatest player in team history. I am not interested in an owner and general manager who think it’s OK to field a team of has-beens, misfits, and never-was, washed-up players; and then lie about it right to my face. When someone lies to your face, that means they think you are worthless. They think you aren’t worthy of their respect. They are telling you to go fuck yourself.
I am not interested in this absolute travesty. If I cannot get interested, well, then I’m gonna make some changes. That’s where I’m at.
UPDATE: Thanks for the kind words, guys. I ain’t going anywhere, but I am seriously thinking about covering the Yankees instead of the Giants. Nothing’s decided.
And, I’ll give you that MLB may have laid down the law about all the Bonds stuff, possibly as some way for Magowan and Sabean to avoid censure for their complicity in the Bonds situation. OK.
They still have been telling us that they are going younger and faster for about three seasons, now, while simultaneously signing guys like Aurilia. Horseshit.
The deal is this, Sabean’s plan is easy to figure out, if you just watch what he does. He values veterans with proven track records over youth and inexperience. He has taken this strategy to it’s absurd extreme, and, in doing so, has completely derailed this franchise. Magowan has watched him do it, and is either blind to it, or thinks it’ll eventually work. Bottom line; these guys have failed. They have done so by choosing a course of action that disregards conventional wisdom, collective wisdom, and conventional –and unconventional– statistical analysis. It’s as if they have gone out of their way to try and prove that Bill James is wrong.
He’s not. They are. It’s tough enough to root for a team going through a down swing. It’s much tougher when any reasonable person can see that the path that management has chosen is clearly the wrong path. Rooting for the Giants right now is like rooting for the New York Knicks; you love the franchise, but hate the idiots in charge.
John Shea continues to blame every problem the Giants have on Bonds, in this blowjob piece detailing how times have been tough for the Giants before:
…. The Giants’ youth movement is still a dream – too many leftover contracts from the Bonds days, not enough young, everyday players ready for the majors. But if the veterans don’t produce, the Giants may have no choice but to force the issue and go younger. “We’re open-minded,” Sabean said. “If a veteran wins out, so be it. If a veteran can’t hold his own and it’s better for the organization to move forward with the younger player who lacks experience, we’re prepared to do that.”
Of course, that is a lie, the leftover contracts are not from the Bonds’ era, but from the Sabean era, which, of course, hasn’t ended. But, why bother with the truth? Just make up whatever story you need in order to continue scapegoating Bonds.
Meanwhile, in the land of reality, the Giants have picked up Jose Castillo, basically, a younger version of Pedro Feliz, because, apparently, no one noticed that Kevin Frandsen’s complaints about his Achilles tendon were something to worry about. Seriously, is there a harsher indictment of the entire team than what’s gone on during this year’s Spring Training?
The pitchers were completely unprepared to begin the season, the players in the field were apparently unaware of the need to catch the ball when it is hit to them, the training staff failed to diagnose or prevent major injuries by Vizquel, Lowry, Durham, and now Frandsen, and the front office threw money at the one area on the team that was halfway decent, (outfield), while failing to address the huge, gaping holes at third and first base. So, we’re fielding a $90 million dollar team that is expected to put up a 650 runs scored, 800 runs allowed, 100-loss season because our starters can’t stay on the field, and when they do, they can’t hit, field, throw, run, pitch or catch.
Let’s keep something in mind, here. I’m not up in arms because the team isn’t going to contend, or because we’re in a down cycle. That happens to all teams at some point. I’m pissed off because there’s no reason this team should be this bad, should have this many problems, should be this far from a major league team.
The whole organization is failing, in every way imaginable, from their absurd marketing slogan, to this major league disaster. Now, we learn that even the trainers staff is unprepared, and poorly run. Great.
How bad are the Giants? 6-17-2 so far this spring, with a league-worst ERA (7.11), league-high 30 errors, and a league-worst batting average (.253). And, before you start telling me it’s just spring training, keep this in mind:
Extreme poor performance in spring often is a sign of regular-season failure. Of the 33 teams to finish at .333 or below (over the last decade), only four posted records above .500 that summer.
Of course, a young team might just be going through growing pains, but we know that ain’t this team, which is evident in the slew of injuries decimating the infield.
Folks, we are looking at an historically bad team. Of course, if you’ve been paying attention, that should come as no surprise. The team has failed to draft a talented position player in over a decade, has spent most of the last five seasons either filling the roster with a bunch of beer-league softball players and waiver-wire castoffs, or overpaying for experience; and has no plan for rectifying either situation in the near future.
And lest you imagine the team is stockpiling money to make a run a the next group of terrific free agents, let me remind you that this horror-show of a team is still gonna cost some $90 million dollars this season. $90 million dollars. Brian Sabean should be fired right now. In reality, he should’ve been fired three seasons ago. At this point, every day he’s still in charge is a day wasted. This team needs a whole new plan, one that includes jettisoning every player over 30-years old immediately. Durham, Aurilia, Vizquel and Dave Roberts are making a combined $21 million dollars. Add in the $4 million the team is paying Molina, and the team could have gone out and gotten A-Rod instead of Aaron Rowand.
Joe Sheehan reminds us that Dusty Baker is still wrong:
…. A few years back, the blogosphere had a field day with Baker’s talk about “clogging the bases” while he was with the Cubs. We’re right back to that point again, with Baker not getting one of the most basic things about baseball: not making outs is the best thing you can do. Baker is fixated on the end result—the event that leads to a runner crossing the plate—and still doesn’t understand that in the big picture, keeping the line moving will put more runs on the board.
…. I’m not entirely sure how Dusty Baker, a man who owes his reputation as a manager in no small part to Barry Bonds, can have learned nothing from managing Bonds all those years. The Giants’ offense was capable of contending because Bonds would draw 100 walks a year and lead the league in OBP. Baker no doubt associates Bonds with homers and RBI, but it was the walks, the not making outs, that kept the line moving so that Jeff Kent and Ellis Burks and Moises Alou and others would face pitchers throwing from the stretch.
Yeah, well, I was there, and Baker was one of the reasons Jeff Kent won the NL MVP instead of Bonds in 2000. It was Baker who made sure everyone knew what a “gamer” Kent was, how much respect everyone in the clubhouse had for him, blah blah blah. The fact that Bonds out-produced him by about 40 runs, while making almost 100 fewer outs hardly mattered. Kent got his uniform dirty, Bonds was a prima donna who wouldn’t swing at crap to drive in a runner.
Baker and Sabean are the same man, in different roles. Neither one of them has what it takes to be a winner. Everything they’ve accomplished needs to be understood as happening under the shadow of the greatest player of all-time. Without Bonds, both of them would be out of baseball right now. No division titles, no pennants, no World Series, no five MVP’s in a row, nothing. Seriously, imagine what would have happened, imagine how the Giants next ten seasons would have looked like if Magowan had gone out and gotten somebody else in 1997, like, say, Frank Thomas, or Larry Walker, or Jim Thome, just regular great players. Bonds’ greatness made it all go away, all the mistakes, all the millions of dollars thrown away on mediocrity, all the at-bats wasted on the Shawon Dunston’s and Neifi Perez’s. That’s how great Bonds was, he took a team of misfits, led by two boneheads; and carried them to ten straight years of national attention, contention, and to the precipice of a championship.
Sabean and Baker are cut from the same cloth. Both men value experience over ability, speed over the ability to get on base. Both men overemphasize the wrong things, Sabean selects the wrong attributes and overpays for them, Baker chooses the wrong players and tells them to do the wrong things.
Bonds is gone, and both of these pretenders are still earning millions. How about a thank you?
Those of you who are the hardliners, who have been reading and backtalking here for years, I have a request. Go to Baseball Blog Directory, and post a review for OBM so I can get some new readers. Obviously, be honest, and let everyone out there know what we’re doing here.
What a dick.
…. “I understand with newspapers struggling and hoping to hold on to, or possibly expand their audiences, I understand why they do what they do,” Costas said. “But it’s one thing if somebody just sets up a blog from their mother’s basement in Albuquerque and they are who they are, and they’re a pathetic get-a-life loser, but now that pathetic get-a-life loser can piggyback onto someone who actually has some level of professional accountability and they can be comment No. 17 on Dan Le Batard’s column or Bernie Miklasz’ column in St. Louis. That, in most cases, grants a forum to somebody who has no particular insight or responsibility. Most of it is a combination of ignorance or invective.”
What bothers Costas—and he’s not alone—is Internet and talk radio commentary that “confuses simple mean-spiritedness and stupidity with edginess. Just because I can call someone a name doesn’t mean I’m insightful or tough and edgy. It means I’m an idiot. It’s just a high-tech place for idiots to do what they used to do on bar stools or in school yards, if they were school yard bullies, or on men’s room walls in gas stations. That doesn’t mean that anyone with half a brain should respect it.”
Yeah, we should respect assholes like Costas, who spends all of his time inflaming sports controversies, and none of it informing the debate. Really, Bob, go fuck yourself.
Hat tip to my Muse.
UPDATE: Costas ‘splains himself to Will over at Deadspin:
So, feel free to clarify.
I don’t have any problem at all with the mainstream media being challenged or supplemented by new media. No entity has a monopoly over good writing from a valid point of view. In that sense, the more the merrier. In fact, many bloggers, on numerous subjects, sports included, are talented, humorous and bring fresh perspectives.
My commentary was aimed solely at a portion of Internet sports discourse, an unfortunately large portion, that consists of nothing more than potshots, ad hominem arguments, ignorance and invective. No one who is familiar with the general tone of public discourse, whether it be sports, politics, whatever, can honestly deny that much. It comes from that direction.
I was absolutely not saying that most or all bloggers were losers. It just seems so often that commenters use insults in the place of arguments. Is there a lot out there that’s also well-written? Or course. But forgive me for not placing the exact same value on an comment on a political blog that I would to something said by Ted Koppel. Sure, they have the equal value in a voting booth. But you have to assume that if you’ve done something reasonable well for an extended period of time, you have some notion of what you’re talking about.
So you don’t think anyone who writes a blog or comments online is a “get-a-life loser?”
Some have inferred that I have this elitist view, and that I think only people who have been somehow “certified” have the right to comment on sports. It shouldn’t be confused with somehow being superior. If you opened up anything to large numbers of participants, you’d find some real gems in there. But you’d have a lot of muck to sift through.
So, fine. I take it back. You don’t need to go fuck yourself.
That said, I just watched Costas on Bill Maher’s show, talking about Clemens and Bonds. First off, he completely mischaracterizes the difference between the two situations, stating that there is a mountain of evidence against Bonds and only a he-said, she-said play going on between Clemens and McNamee. This was from a couple of weeks ago, but even so, he was wrong from the get-go.
So, where is Costas’ notion of what he’s talking about? Perhaps the number one baseball coverage guy in the entire world, and he can’t find the time to learn the facts about what he’s gonna spout off about on HBO? But, he’s got the gall to run on about how people like me aren’t worth reading because we haven’t been on TV?
Here’s something even an idiot like me knows:
Good writing is good writing. Being informed, and writing well go hand in hand. Anyone can add to the dialogue if the take the time to KNOW what they are talking about. I’d love to go head to head with Costas on steroids and baseball in any format. He’s smart, no doubt. But he’s toeing the party line, and he should be above that.
Are these guys serious?
There are two ways to view the windup change that Barry Zito is trying.
He could be criticized for experimenting at this stage of his career. On the other hand, baseball is about adjustments. Zito has lost speed off his fastball, making command that much more important. He believes that by shortening his windup and not bringing his hands over his head, he can spot his pitches better.
Sure, baseball is all about adjustments. But, if Zito –who is 29– has lost that much speed off his fastball, then his deal is already a disaster. He was brought in to be the ace, not to relearn how to pitch. In the time since he’s been here, all we’ve discovered, is that, once again, Brian Sabean does not know how to evaluate talent. Once again, he’s overpaid for mediocrity.
Virtually every player on this team is overpaid, other than the roster fillers. At what point does Magowan wake up and realize his GM is overmatched?