What was so promising on Thursday night blew up today. A charitable presentation: a group of older, scared people simply cannot see what the possibilities are. They are captives of a world view that is drawing down. I have come to see life as a diamond (of course; I am a baseball fan). We spend the early part of our lives growing out into the world from the little point that is our entry into the world. Everything expands until somewhere in mid-life, we turn the corner. Usually it's not even perceptible to us when we make the turn. But from that moment on, our world begins to draw down again, until advanced age or illness or some brand of dementia or a combination of them all makes our world very small again. Some of these poor folk are well down the road of life's reduction. Perhaps the younger folk, who haven't to this point participated in meetings, will learn their lesson from this.
The paperwork has been requested to make a change of scenery. Didn't want to. Don't look forward to it. But I can't afford this anymore, in any of the ways "afford" can be interpreted. Such is life.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
D-Day, Part 1, Part 2
So, the fateful meeting got put off a week...what's a few days amongst friends?
Tonight we got down to business. And they looked at the situation, discussed it, and did everything that needed to be done. As we are so Methodical, there are additional steps for the various aspects of the results. But that said, my committee stepped up and our church grew up a little bit tonight. They are making a very positive salary proposal. They are making an extremely positive staffing request. They are proposing a goal for the new year that is brilliant. They flatly rejected the continuing complaints of the one household (required in each church-and you're really lucky if it's only one) that is unhappy with the current shepherd. In fact, in my 24th year at this task I have never, ever, had a committee take such a strong position against frivolous complaints, and in favor of affirming my work. Their generosity-financial and in spirit-is an energizing experience for the new year.
I had hoped and prayed for the opportunity to stay and work in this community with these good people. We ain't there yet, but we're way down the road in that direction!
Resolution number one comes Sunday afternoon. Stay tuned...
Tonight we got down to business. And they looked at the situation, discussed it, and did everything that needed to be done. As we are so Methodical, there are additional steps for the various aspects of the results. But that said, my committee stepped up and our church grew up a little bit tonight. They are making a very positive salary proposal. They are making an extremely positive staffing request. They are proposing a goal for the new year that is brilliant. They flatly rejected the continuing complaints of the one household (required in each church-and you're really lucky if it's only one) that is unhappy with the current shepherd. In fact, in my 24th year at this task I have never, ever, had a committee take such a strong position against frivolous complaints, and in favor of affirming my work. Their generosity-financial and in spirit-is an energizing experience for the new year.
I had hoped and prayed for the opportunity to stay and work in this community with these good people. We ain't there yet, but we're way down the road in that direction!
Resolution number one comes Sunday afternoon. Stay tuned...
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
PEDs, Again
Performance Enhancing Drugs. Perhaps the most complicated issue that has ever invaded the game of baseball. Six days after the Mitchell Report was released, the matter has only gotten more complicated. Let's start with the statistics. Baseball is, after all, more about the numbers than any other game. Numbers are history. They define the legends, the very goods, the adequates and the Chico Esquelas (I saw a picture of Garret Morris this week, in honor of his turning 70 this year!). Now that we know that the pitchers were gluteus maximus-deep in the steroid pool as well as the hitters, are we to have more respect for the home run totals? Should we just disqualify those numbers beyond age 37 or 38 (standard decline time for over 125 years of baseball) that saw individuals getting better into their mid-40s? Should every user be Joe Jacksoned or Pete Rosed? But even those banned for life still have their numbers in the record books...and the numbers are what's cooked with PEDs.
Mentioning Pete, I don't want to hear from him about this. If Pete had any integrity, he would have owned up to betting on the Reds in 1989, owned up to an addiction, asked for baseball's help in getting through treatment. If he had done those things, he might still be banned, unable to work in baseball, but I'd bet (pun intended) that his placque would hang in Cooperstown today. Americans love nothing more than the fall of the high and mighty, followed by the phoenix-like rise of the fallen. I'm so skeptical of Pete at this point that it wouldn't surprise me if we someday found out that he really didn't bet on baseball, and only admitted doing it to get another book contract (My Prison Without Bars, $24.95 at a bookstore near you! Surely remaindered for $.99 by now.) For all of that, he is right, however. PEDs skew the on-field result. They mess with the game in a way that he never did. And yes, no known steroid user can possibly be inducted at Cooperstown ahead of Pete Rose.
Another issue: we still don't know the extent of the matter. Apparently all the teams have Kirk Radomskis, and most of the players have one or more Brian McNamees. And with the movement of Free Agency Era players, names and phone numbers of eager, willing assistants have obviously been passed from millionaire and would-be millionaire to the next 250 of the same. There can be no possible accurate accounting of how many of who did what when it comes to PEDs. This may be the reason that Senator Mitchell advocated the amnesty that he recommended. Since you can't name them all, how can you selectively punish some? Bud? Are you listening? Anyone? Anyone?
As for individuals, how bad does Andy Pettitte's confession make Roger Clemens look? In fact, the more people who own up to McNamee's role in their behavior, the more the Rocket looks like he has a faulty fuse. But I don't want to let Pettitte off the hook just yet. Baseball players are pretty smart as professional athletes go, and it is clear that the new crop of identified users has studied up on the idiocy of the original crew. Only Clemens seems to be reenacting Raphael Palmeiro's finger-wagging, "I never did it" routine. No one has suffered Mark McGwire's amnesia or Sammy Sosa' misplacing of his English. Instead, Pettitte, Brian Roberts and Fernando Vina (trying to hold onto his ESPN gig) have each acknowledged, and framed, their usage. Pettitte and Vina tell stories of using to get well, to be able to get back from injury to help their teams, and allowing bad judgement to aid their recoveries. Brilliant! How much better would Big Mac be remembered if he had said that as his foot-woes became worse in his late 30s, he felt he owed it to the good fans of St. Louis to try to play every day as people drove in from all over the Mid-West, spending their hard-earned money to see him hit. And it was wrong, and he wished he hadn't done it. I'll tell you what would have happened: Cal Ripken and Tony Gwynn would have had a big, redheaded third at last July's induction ceremonies. The agents and publicists have these guys much more prepared to respond to the embarassment and fear of being exposed in 2007.
Then there is Bonds. Again, Barry isn't under federal indictment because he used steroids or HGH. He is facing trial and jail time because when he was asked by the feds about his behavior, he lied to them. As with Marion Jones, learn the lesson: tell the cops what you did. None of the current crop of baseball players is going to be stupid enough to lie to the authorities like Bonds did. Even Clemens will tell the truth if some special prosecutor puts him on the stand under oath. After all, Jason Giambi may have gotten booed in Yankee Stadium and everywhere else after his grand jury testimony, but the Giambino will never see the inside of Leavenworth over steroids.
At the same time, Bonds' performance has regained some amount of credibility. If only hitters had been using, and the poor pitchers were all under assault by these swelled-headed, hulking, testicularly-shrunken louts, then nothing's been a fair fight since about 1990. But if the pitchers were shooting up with something resembling the same amounts and frequencies, then the hitters weren't so far ahead of them. As the old saw holds, you can't compare the numbers of different eras; never more true than today.
The numbers also raise the issue of awards. Curt Schilling wrote today on 38pitches.com that Clemens should forfeit the 4 post-1997 Cy Youngs if he was a user. Here's the best example I know of. (At this moment, a disclaimer is needed: Albert Pujols has not been publicly accused. That's all that can be said.) In 2001, Pujols finished fourth in NL MVP voting. He finished behind Bonds, Sosa and Luis Gonzalez, three men widely associated with PEDs. Albert was second to Bonds in 2002 and 2003. He was third in 2004 to Bonds and Adrian Beltre, another widely suspected player. Albert won the MVP in 2005. Now, there's an argument to be made about who would have gotten the votes if these guys hadn't been in the running, but it certainly is a possibility that Albert Pujols would have won the National League MVP award in each of his first five seasons if the illegal substances had not been in play. What would such an incredible accomplishment have meant to a guy who is not known (today) to be dirty? How do you undo the injury he has suffered? The Olympics have a history of awarding medals to the highest finisher who didn't cheat. Should baseball do the same? It makes a good deal of sense.
No matter how ready I am to see this settled and done, we are a long, long way from that point. And it sure looks to me like this will remain the biggest story in baseball for another year or two, minimum.
Mentioning Pete, I don't want to hear from him about this. If Pete had any integrity, he would have owned up to betting on the Reds in 1989, owned up to an addiction, asked for baseball's help in getting through treatment. If he had done those things, he might still be banned, unable to work in baseball, but I'd bet (pun intended) that his placque would hang in Cooperstown today. Americans love nothing more than the fall of the high and mighty, followed by the phoenix-like rise of the fallen. I'm so skeptical of Pete at this point that it wouldn't surprise me if we someday found out that he really didn't bet on baseball, and only admitted doing it to get another book contract (My Prison Without Bars, $24.95 at a bookstore near you! Surely remaindered for $.99 by now.) For all of that, he is right, however. PEDs skew the on-field result. They mess with the game in a way that he never did. And yes, no known steroid user can possibly be inducted at Cooperstown ahead of Pete Rose.
Another issue: we still don't know the extent of the matter. Apparently all the teams have Kirk Radomskis, and most of the players have one or more Brian McNamees. And with the movement of Free Agency Era players, names and phone numbers of eager, willing assistants have obviously been passed from millionaire and would-be millionaire to the next 250 of the same. There can be no possible accurate accounting of how many of who did what when it comes to PEDs. This may be the reason that Senator Mitchell advocated the amnesty that he recommended. Since you can't name them all, how can you selectively punish some? Bud? Are you listening? Anyone? Anyone?
As for individuals, how bad does Andy Pettitte's confession make Roger Clemens look? In fact, the more people who own up to McNamee's role in their behavior, the more the Rocket looks like he has a faulty fuse. But I don't want to let Pettitte off the hook just yet. Baseball players are pretty smart as professional athletes go, and it is clear that the new crop of identified users has studied up on the idiocy of the original crew. Only Clemens seems to be reenacting Raphael Palmeiro's finger-wagging, "I never did it" routine. No one has suffered Mark McGwire's amnesia or Sammy Sosa' misplacing of his English. Instead, Pettitte, Brian Roberts and Fernando Vina (trying to hold onto his ESPN gig) have each acknowledged, and framed, their usage. Pettitte and Vina tell stories of using to get well, to be able to get back from injury to help their teams, and allowing bad judgement to aid their recoveries. Brilliant! How much better would Big Mac be remembered if he had said that as his foot-woes became worse in his late 30s, he felt he owed it to the good fans of St. Louis to try to play every day as people drove in from all over the Mid-West, spending their hard-earned money to see him hit. And it was wrong, and he wished he hadn't done it. I'll tell you what would have happened: Cal Ripken and Tony Gwynn would have had a big, redheaded third at last July's induction ceremonies. The agents and publicists have these guys much more prepared to respond to the embarassment and fear of being exposed in 2007.
Then there is Bonds. Again, Barry isn't under federal indictment because he used steroids or HGH. He is facing trial and jail time because when he was asked by the feds about his behavior, he lied to them. As with Marion Jones, learn the lesson: tell the cops what you did. None of the current crop of baseball players is going to be stupid enough to lie to the authorities like Bonds did. Even Clemens will tell the truth if some special prosecutor puts him on the stand under oath. After all, Jason Giambi may have gotten booed in Yankee Stadium and everywhere else after his grand jury testimony, but the Giambino will never see the inside of Leavenworth over steroids.
At the same time, Bonds' performance has regained some amount of credibility. If only hitters had been using, and the poor pitchers were all under assault by these swelled-headed, hulking, testicularly-shrunken louts, then nothing's been a fair fight since about 1990. But if the pitchers were shooting up with something resembling the same amounts and frequencies, then the hitters weren't so far ahead of them. As the old saw holds, you can't compare the numbers of different eras; never more true than today.
The numbers also raise the issue of awards. Curt Schilling wrote today on 38pitches.com that Clemens should forfeit the 4 post-1997 Cy Youngs if he was a user. Here's the best example I know of. (At this moment, a disclaimer is needed: Albert Pujols has not been publicly accused. That's all that can be said.) In 2001, Pujols finished fourth in NL MVP voting. He finished behind Bonds, Sosa and Luis Gonzalez, three men widely associated with PEDs. Albert was second to Bonds in 2002 and 2003. He was third in 2004 to Bonds and Adrian Beltre, another widely suspected player. Albert won the MVP in 2005. Now, there's an argument to be made about who would have gotten the votes if these guys hadn't been in the running, but it certainly is a possibility that Albert Pujols would have won the National League MVP award in each of his first five seasons if the illegal substances had not been in play. What would such an incredible accomplishment have meant to a guy who is not known (today) to be dirty? How do you undo the injury he has suffered? The Olympics have a history of awarding medals to the highest finisher who didn't cheat. Should baseball do the same? It makes a good deal of sense.
No matter how ready I am to see this settled and done, we are a long, long way from that point. And it sure looks to me like this will remain the biggest story in baseball for another year or two, minimum.
Monday, December 17, 2007
D-Day Part 1
Thursday is Decision Day, Part 1. The immediate course of the old career will be determined. The committee that deals with little things like salary proposals will convene to make the 2008 recommendation. I pushed this as close to the end of the year as is possible in our system, so that the financials will be about as complete as they can be. Results: the third straight Best Financial Year Ever for our little arm of the Lord's Work. Now, it's really put up or shut up. I have done the missional, serve-at-a-discount thing for three years. That's ok. But now, we're looking down the barrel of three kids in college at the same time this fall, and the options are gone. After two salary cycles, we're still $12,000 behind the old assignment, which was a dying, no-hope type of situation. It is time for this thriving, growing, rolling in dough place to act like what it has become.
I cannot claim that I'm a big enough person that last year's disappointment hasn't been hard to carry around at times. When you have a double digit surplus, and they moan that 4% is absolutely all they can afford, they just aren't telling the truth. But thie time, another inadequate sharing of the proceeds of good work will mean a change of venue. I can't see how they won't step up, but then again, I thought the same thing last year. Last year's 12% budget surplus has become about 22% this year. Last year's decision to stick it all into a savings account will not fly this year. And what has become a financial emergency for me is turning into a tragedy for the church. They just can't afford any more to hang around that starter or never-made-it type of salary, given the church that they now are. And I don't know if they get that or not.
Pardon an ego moment here, but the growth in the town predates my arrival by a good 8 years. Why didn't the church grow before? Why didn't the membership rise? Why didn't the attendance swell? Why didn't the program grow? Why didn't the giving increase (18% in new dollars this year)? The people in the pews didn't suddenly begin to be friendly. They didn't conjure up a new, shiny space in which to worship. An immodest evaluation: only the guy in the pulpit changed. They really need to understand that I came down about three salary levels to serve here. They cannot afford to return to the level they are paying for. If they don't come up, I'm out, and they are out of luck. It seems a very, very simple fix: just turn loose of some of what we've accomplished together, and we can keep going.
Please! I don't want to go anywhere! Give me the option of staying!
I cannot claim that I'm a big enough person that last year's disappointment hasn't been hard to carry around at times. When you have a double digit surplus, and they moan that 4% is absolutely all they can afford, they just aren't telling the truth. But thie time, another inadequate sharing of the proceeds of good work will mean a change of venue. I can't see how they won't step up, but then again, I thought the same thing last year. Last year's 12% budget surplus has become about 22% this year. Last year's decision to stick it all into a savings account will not fly this year. And what has become a financial emergency for me is turning into a tragedy for the church. They just can't afford any more to hang around that starter or never-made-it type of salary, given the church that they now are. And I don't know if they get that or not.
Pardon an ego moment here, but the growth in the town predates my arrival by a good 8 years. Why didn't the church grow before? Why didn't the membership rise? Why didn't the attendance swell? Why didn't the program grow? Why didn't the giving increase (18% in new dollars this year)? The people in the pews didn't suddenly begin to be friendly. They didn't conjure up a new, shiny space in which to worship. An immodest evaluation: only the guy in the pulpit changed. They really need to understand that I came down about three salary levels to serve here. They cannot afford to return to the level they are paying for. If they don't come up, I'm out, and they are out of luck. It seems a very, very simple fix: just turn loose of some of what we've accomplished together, and we can keep going.
Please! I don't want to go anywhere! Give me the option of staying!
Friday, December 14, 2007
The Mitchell Report
Today has been a day of great heat, but little light in the world of Major League Baseball. Former Senator George Mitchell of Maine, director of the Boston Red Sox, member of the board of the Walt Disney Company (the parent of ESPN), the arbiter of the peace in Northern Ireland, is also a former federal prosecutor, former Federal judge, and most importantly, former Majority Leader of the United States Senate. He was tapped almost two years ago by Allan H. (Bud) Selig to investigate the presence of performance enhancing drugs in baseball.
We already knew that steroids had changed the landscape of baseball permanently. We knew that Mitchell had at least the appearance of at least two conflicts of interest. Would he name Red Sox players? He serves the team as a director. Would he damage the value of ESPN's relationship with MLB? He is on the Disney board. Could he get anything done? He did not have subpoena power. And all of the loudmouths are being heard now. What good did it do? What did we get out of this? He went too far, or not far enough. He encouraged Selig to do everything possible to avoid punishment for past behavior, opting instead to push for using the knowledge of past mistakes to shape a cleaner future. Ken Rosenthal is upset over the Mitchell Report, which pretty well guarantees it was a good thing to undertake.
All of the wind and fury misses the point. This project wasn't about getting Roger Clemens' name out of the rumors and into the record. It wasn't about further burying Barry Bonds, or covering his enhanced anatomy by putting 75 others in the boat with him. It wasn't to solve all of baseball's problems. No, not all of them. Just the biggest one: Congress.
Bud and MLB President Bob Dupuy have been summoned to Capitol Hill again; they will appear next week. One congressman has already called for Bud's oily head. (Now that's a real demonstration of what Mick Foley used to call "testicular fortitude": a member of the United States government telling anyone else that they should resign their position due to incompetent performance.) But the Kommisar-for-Life and his right-hand guy are going to swear to tell the truth, look warmly at the members of the committee, and tell them, over and over and over, "We are serious about steroids and all the rest now! See? We hired your guy to investigate it all!"
Members of Congress want TV face time. They want to look like they are protecting the youth and children of America. They like to lecture the powerful who have been dragged in and turned into whimpering puppies by congressional subpoenas. But they do not insult, attack or belittle their own. Especially not one of their own as prominent as George Mitchell. Bud's people were either prescient enough, or just plain lucky enough, to benefit from the change in congressional majorities in the last election. If anyone was going to attack Mitchell's work, it surely won't be the members of his own party who now run the show. You should expect to see the small, mousy Selig (so close to Zelig) hide in the long, broad, dignified shadow of the former Democratic leader of the Senate.
This is why Mitchell was chosen. This is sportswriters' screaming about imagined conflicts of interest doesn't matter. Because those who can compel testimony, take away the anti-trust exemption, regulate, regulate, regulate, and force the owners to open their books will take George Mitchell's word for it that the truth has now been told, and the corner of enforcement has been turned. No one in congress will attack George Mitchell's integrity. No one in congress will accuse George Mitchell of ineptitude. No one in congress will throw dirt on one of their own. That's why Bud hired him. That's why Bud was on TV this afternoon telling one of his questioners that it really didn't matter how expensive this investigation has been. Because he knows that when he sits before the members of congress next week, he's bringing protection with him. Kind of like Michael Corleone walking into the committee room to hear Frank Pantangeli's testimony in Godfather II, with Pantangeli's older brother, fresh off the plane from Italy, on Corleone's arm. Frankie Five Angels proceeded to forget that he'd ever even heard of Michael Corleone.
When Bud shows up with the Honorable George Mitchell on his arm, all of those congressmen/women who have expectations of having big law firm/lobbying jobs when their terms are ended will promptly forget that they ever heard of Winstrol or HGH or McNamee or Radomski. And then, Bud will have gotten his money's worth.
We already knew that steroids had changed the landscape of baseball permanently. We knew that Mitchell had at least the appearance of at least two conflicts of interest. Would he name Red Sox players? He serves the team as a director. Would he damage the value of ESPN's relationship with MLB? He is on the Disney board. Could he get anything done? He did not have subpoena power. And all of the loudmouths are being heard now. What good did it do? What did we get out of this? He went too far, or not far enough. He encouraged Selig to do everything possible to avoid punishment for past behavior, opting instead to push for using the knowledge of past mistakes to shape a cleaner future. Ken Rosenthal is upset over the Mitchell Report, which pretty well guarantees it was a good thing to undertake.
All of the wind and fury misses the point. This project wasn't about getting Roger Clemens' name out of the rumors and into the record. It wasn't about further burying Barry Bonds, or covering his enhanced anatomy by putting 75 others in the boat with him. It wasn't to solve all of baseball's problems. No, not all of them. Just the biggest one: Congress.
Bud and MLB President Bob Dupuy have been summoned to Capitol Hill again; they will appear next week. One congressman has already called for Bud's oily head. (Now that's a real demonstration of what Mick Foley used to call "testicular fortitude": a member of the United States government telling anyone else that they should resign their position due to incompetent performance.) But the Kommisar-for-Life and his right-hand guy are going to swear to tell the truth, look warmly at the members of the committee, and tell them, over and over and over, "We are serious about steroids and all the rest now! See? We hired your guy to investigate it all!"
Members of Congress want TV face time. They want to look like they are protecting the youth and children of America. They like to lecture the powerful who have been dragged in and turned into whimpering puppies by congressional subpoenas. But they do not insult, attack or belittle their own. Especially not one of their own as prominent as George Mitchell. Bud's people were either prescient enough, or just plain lucky enough, to benefit from the change in congressional majorities in the last election. If anyone was going to attack Mitchell's work, it surely won't be the members of his own party who now run the show. You should expect to see the small, mousy Selig (so close to Zelig) hide in the long, broad, dignified shadow of the former Democratic leader of the Senate.
This is why Mitchell was chosen. This is sportswriters' screaming about imagined conflicts of interest doesn't matter. Because those who can compel testimony, take away the anti-trust exemption, regulate, regulate, regulate, and force the owners to open their books will take George Mitchell's word for it that the truth has now been told, and the corner of enforcement has been turned. No one in congress will attack George Mitchell's integrity. No one in congress will accuse George Mitchell of ineptitude. No one in congress will throw dirt on one of their own. That's why Bud hired him. That's why Bud was on TV this afternoon telling one of his questioners that it really didn't matter how expensive this investigation has been. Because he knows that when he sits before the members of congress next week, he's bringing protection with him. Kind of like Michael Corleone walking into the committee room to hear Frank Pantangeli's testimony in Godfather II, with Pantangeli's older brother, fresh off the plane from Italy, on Corleone's arm. Frankie Five Angels proceeded to forget that he'd ever even heard of Michael Corleone.
When Bud shows up with the Honorable George Mitchell on his arm, all of those congressmen/women who have expectations of having big law firm/lobbying jobs when their terms are ended will promptly forget that they ever heard of Winstrol or HGH or McNamee or Radomski. And then, Bud will have gotten his money's worth.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Who Is He?
A tale of two seasons:
2-0; 34 games; 16 saves; 33 1/3 IP; 23 hits; 8 runs, all earned; 12 BB; 29 K; 2.16 ERA
2-2; 20 games; 0 saves; 18 2/3 IP; 26 hits; 14 runs, all earned; 9 BB; 22 K; 6.75 ERA
Two seasons, but only one pitcher: Eric Gagne. The first half, as closer of the Texas Rangers, he was good enough to return a package that included a promising 25 year old pitcher, Kason Gabbard, and a fast 26 year old outfielder, David Murphy. Upon his arrival in Boston, Gagne blew up. He was terrible. Granted, his role changed. He wasn't about to be put in Jonathan Papelbon's spot, so he became a setup man, the 8th inning guy. Even that was problematic: Hideki Okajima was wicked awesome pre-Gagne, merely very good upon being pushed back to the 7th after Eric's arrival. No one, including Gagne, can ever argue that Tito Francona didn't give him a chance. Terry kept running him out there long past the time the Fenway Faithful began to boo with a passion normally reserved for the MFYs.
All of this reflection is, of course, occasioned by the decision by the Milwaukee Brewers to sign Mr. Gagne to a one-year $10 million contract. I'm going to let that sink in for a moment. Now I'm going to say it again: Eric Gagne has 10 million extra-extra-large coming for 2008.
The problem: who is he? Is he the capable, surgically restored closer that the Rangers had prior to July 31? Or is he the ticking time bomb who always seemed to explode about the time he reached the mound for the Red Sox? Gagne will be 32 the first week of January. He had three great seasons as the closer for the Los Angeles Dodgers. But he is now two major surgeries and three seasons removed from those dominating days. And right now, with the cash falling out of the pockets of Major League Baseball's owners, it is apparently even within the reach of smaller market teams to spend questionably, if not downright foolishly. Doug Melvin has said that he paid more money to avoid more years on the deal. If that isn't a plain proclamation of the economic state of the game today, then I don't know what is.
I have a very warm spot in my heart for Ned Yost, and Bob Uecker is one of the great figures of the game, so I hope this move doesn't blow up on the Brewers, but if I were a betting man...well, I know where my money would be. And it wouldn't be on Gagne. Or in his pocket.
2-0; 34 games; 16 saves; 33 1/3 IP; 23 hits; 8 runs, all earned; 12 BB; 29 K; 2.16 ERA
2-2; 20 games; 0 saves; 18 2/3 IP; 26 hits; 14 runs, all earned; 9 BB; 22 K; 6.75 ERA
Two seasons, but only one pitcher: Eric Gagne. The first half, as closer of the Texas Rangers, he was good enough to return a package that included a promising 25 year old pitcher, Kason Gabbard, and a fast 26 year old outfielder, David Murphy. Upon his arrival in Boston, Gagne blew up. He was terrible. Granted, his role changed. He wasn't about to be put in Jonathan Papelbon's spot, so he became a setup man, the 8th inning guy. Even that was problematic: Hideki Okajima was wicked awesome pre-Gagne, merely very good upon being pushed back to the 7th after Eric's arrival. No one, including Gagne, can ever argue that Tito Francona didn't give him a chance. Terry kept running him out there long past the time the Fenway Faithful began to boo with a passion normally reserved for the MFYs.
All of this reflection is, of course, occasioned by the decision by the Milwaukee Brewers to sign Mr. Gagne to a one-year $10 million contract. I'm going to let that sink in for a moment. Now I'm going to say it again: Eric Gagne has 10 million extra-extra-large coming for 2008.
The problem: who is he? Is he the capable, surgically restored closer that the Rangers had prior to July 31? Or is he the ticking time bomb who always seemed to explode about the time he reached the mound for the Red Sox? Gagne will be 32 the first week of January. He had three great seasons as the closer for the Los Angeles Dodgers. But he is now two major surgeries and three seasons removed from those dominating days. And right now, with the cash falling out of the pockets of Major League Baseball's owners, it is apparently even within the reach of smaller market teams to spend questionably, if not downright foolishly. Doug Melvin has said that he paid more money to avoid more years on the deal. If that isn't a plain proclamation of the economic state of the game today, then I don't know what is.
I have a very warm spot in my heart for Ned Yost, and Bob Uecker is one of the great figures of the game, so I hope this move doesn't blow up on the Brewers, but if I were a betting man...well, I know where my money would be. And it wouldn't be on Gagne. Or in his pocket.
Friday, December 07, 2007
A Wonder Autumn Night
I have seen, and more to the point, heard, most all of the significant artists of the rock and roll era. Paul McCartney, The Rolling Stones, Elton John, Eric Clapton, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, U2, REM, The Eagles, and Don Henley as a solo, James Taylor, Billy Joel, ZZ Top, BB King, Buddy Guy, Van Morrison, Al Green, Paul Simon, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and Bob Dylan more times than I can count anymore (14, I believe), are all among the performers/bands that I have seen on multiple occasions. One glaring omission on my concert resume was Stevie Wonder. Stevie is, of course, one of the towering figures of American music. He is our Paul McCartney in terms of his prolific command of melodies and lyrics, and our John Lennon in his use of his platform to change the course of history through protest.
He is universally admired for his refusal to be limited or defined by his blindness. That complete and total lack of self-pity was instilled by his mother. She would not abide anyone (including Stevie himself) treating her son differently from any other child, and through that insistance she enabled him to accomplish everything that he has done. He has won 25 Grammy awards, sold more albums (eleven top tens) and singles (29 top tens) than can be counted, and been a reliable performer for more than 40 years now. When Paul Simon won the Album of the Year Grammy in 1976 for Still Crazy After All These Years, he thanked Stevie Wonder for not putting out an album that year. Stevie had won Album of the Year in 1974 for Innervisions, and 1975 for Fulfillingness' First Finale; he would win again in 1977 for Songs In the Key of Life.
I had never seen Stevie perform until his visit to the FedEx Forum last Sunday night. He walked onto the stage, guided by his daughter, Aisha. She was the little girl giggling and splashing in the bathtub as the subject of Isn't She Lovely, now grown, and one of her dad's backup singers. He began by introducing his daughter, and talking about how all of the men in the audience were probably ogling the very attractive Miss Morris. He told us to be careful, as, "I carry a shotgun. Blind man with a shotgun, yeah; Bang! Hah, Steve, you missed me. Bang!" That was his line. He has always put others at ease about his blindness. If it's not a problem for him, why should it be for anyone else?
He explained that this tour started on May 31, 2006, with the death of his mother. After the worst day of his life, he decided that he wouldn't play, write or perform any more. Then, he saw her come to him in a dream between her death and the funeral. She said to him, "Boy, you better get your ass up and get to work!" And the tour started. Stevie said that he was traveling the country to thank everyone who had supported his music, and allowed him to give his mother a better life than she could ever have had otherwise. It was truly a sweet moment. He than sat down and played.
And played, and played, and played. For the next two hours and 45 minutes, Stevie told stories, had fun, and played that spectacular music that he has shared with the world since the early 1960's. There were only two songs in the whole show whose lyrics I didn't know. We all know Stevie Wonder, but when you sit in his audience, listening to him go from hit to hit to hit, it is stunning. He performed two 45 minute medleys with everything a major song following major song. One of those sets:
My Cherie Amour
Uptight (Everything's Alright)
I Was Made to Love Her
For Once in My Life
Do I Do
Sir Duke
I Wish
You Are the Sunshine of My Life
Superstition
The other lengthy medley was just as impressive.
And it was fun. I don't know that I have ever had more fun at a concert than on Sunday last. The first McCartney show I attended, at the Liberty Bowl in 1993, was close, but an evening with Stevie Wonder is a blast. Even when he preached a far better sermon during the song Visions (from Innervisions) than I had delivered that morning, it was fun. And how great is it to see someone who has been famous all his life, and still lives up to the image in person that he has carried all those years. His audience reflected his universal appeal, with equal numbers of black and white in attendance. The only down note of the night: Memphis' notorious indifference to musicians was on full display, as the house was barely more than half full. Even that didn't affect Stevie, as he acknowledged our traditions with a talkbox medley of Soul Man, Shaft and Return to Sender, followed later by Sitting On the Dock of the Bay. He also threw in a little nod to the dear and departed Godfather of Soul, with Say It Loud-I'm Black and I'm Proud. Anybody who can conjure up Sam and Dave, Isaac Hayes, Elvis, Otis Redding and James Brown in the middle of his show is plenty good enough for me!
Do yourself a favor: if you ever have the chance, get thee to a Wonder show! He will lift your spirits; he will challenge your conscience; he will entertain you; he will play a significant portion of the soundtrack of your life; he will insist that you sing along with him, and, at points, instead of him. And unless you are very, very careful, he may even have you up dancing!
He is universally admired for his refusal to be limited or defined by his blindness. That complete and total lack of self-pity was instilled by his mother. She would not abide anyone (including Stevie himself) treating her son differently from any other child, and through that insistance she enabled him to accomplish everything that he has done. He has won 25 Grammy awards, sold more albums (eleven top tens) and singles (29 top tens) than can be counted, and been a reliable performer for more than 40 years now. When Paul Simon won the Album of the Year Grammy in 1976 for Still Crazy After All These Years, he thanked Stevie Wonder for not putting out an album that year. Stevie had won Album of the Year in 1974 for Innervisions, and 1975 for Fulfillingness' First Finale; he would win again in 1977 for Songs In the Key of Life.
I had never seen Stevie perform until his visit to the FedEx Forum last Sunday night. He walked onto the stage, guided by his daughter, Aisha. She was the little girl giggling and splashing in the bathtub as the subject of Isn't She Lovely, now grown, and one of her dad's backup singers. He began by introducing his daughter, and talking about how all of the men in the audience were probably ogling the very attractive Miss Morris. He told us to be careful, as, "I carry a shotgun. Blind man with a shotgun, yeah; Bang! Hah, Steve, you missed me. Bang!" That was his line. He has always put others at ease about his blindness. If it's not a problem for him, why should it be for anyone else?
He explained that this tour started on May 31, 2006, with the death of his mother. After the worst day of his life, he decided that he wouldn't play, write or perform any more. Then, he saw her come to him in a dream between her death and the funeral. She said to him, "Boy, you better get your ass up and get to work!" And the tour started. Stevie said that he was traveling the country to thank everyone who had supported his music, and allowed him to give his mother a better life than she could ever have had otherwise. It was truly a sweet moment. He than sat down and played.
And played, and played, and played. For the next two hours and 45 minutes, Stevie told stories, had fun, and played that spectacular music that he has shared with the world since the early 1960's. There were only two songs in the whole show whose lyrics I didn't know. We all know Stevie Wonder, but when you sit in his audience, listening to him go from hit to hit to hit, it is stunning. He performed two 45 minute medleys with everything a major song following major song. One of those sets:
My Cherie Amour
Uptight (Everything's Alright)
I Was Made to Love Her
For Once in My Life
Do I Do
Sir Duke
I Wish
You Are the Sunshine of My Life
Superstition
The other lengthy medley was just as impressive.
And it was fun. I don't know that I have ever had more fun at a concert than on Sunday last. The first McCartney show I attended, at the Liberty Bowl in 1993, was close, but an evening with Stevie Wonder is a blast. Even when he preached a far better sermon during the song Visions (from Innervisions) than I had delivered that morning, it was fun. And how great is it to see someone who has been famous all his life, and still lives up to the image in person that he has carried all those years. His audience reflected his universal appeal, with equal numbers of black and white in attendance. The only down note of the night: Memphis' notorious indifference to musicians was on full display, as the house was barely more than half full. Even that didn't affect Stevie, as he acknowledged our traditions with a talkbox medley of Soul Man, Shaft and Return to Sender, followed later by Sitting On the Dock of the Bay. He also threw in a little nod to the dear and departed Godfather of Soul, with Say It Loud-I'm Black and I'm Proud. Anybody who can conjure up Sam and Dave, Isaac Hayes, Elvis, Otis Redding and James Brown in the middle of his show is plenty good enough for me!
Do yourself a favor: if you ever have the chance, get thee to a Wonder show! He will lift your spirits; he will challenge your conscience; he will entertain you; he will play a significant portion of the soundtrack of your life; he will insist that you sing along with him, and, at points, instead of him. And unless you are very, very careful, he may even have you up dancing!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Glavine, ARod and Bonds: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
In inverted order:
I take no joy in Barry Bonds' indictment. I see no persecution in Barry Bonds' indictment. It was inevitable, not racist, and just sad. I have written before about my childhood experience of Barry's dad, Bobby Bonds. I won't rehash the whole episode here, but whatever problems arose later, Bobby Bonds was a good man, a great player, and good for baseball. His son could have been all of that and more, but has chosen to be sullen, difficult and needlessly hard-headed. He also appears to have lied to a federal grand jury. Jason Giambi bit the bullet and owned up to what he had done before the same grand jury, and he has never been charged with anything except being a dope. Barry is not under indictment because he's black. He's not under indictment because he's a jerk. He is facing jail time because he is arrogant enough to have believed that he was above the whole process. He will now learn in painful, expensive detail that he isn't. I am looking for a ton of lawyerly posturing, then a Vick-style plea. There won't be any 30 years' jail time, but he will serve a brief term that will be intended to teach other athletes that they better cooperate and tell the truth in doing so when the feds come calling.
I take a great deal of joy in seeing superagent Scott Boras slapped down so publicly. In case you've been out of the country, Mr. Boras informed Tweedle Dee Steinbrenner and Tweedle Dum Steinbrenner that they had to bring $350 million to the table to get to talk to his client. And that was after furthering the perception that ARod is a money grubbing jerk like no other, by announcing the opt-out during Game 4 of the World Series. In a rare moment of lucidity, the Sons of George invited Mr. Boras to go look for his vast fortune somewhere else. When said quest was undertaken, the bane of sports owners everywhere couldn't find a bidder. And why in the world would anyone else bid so stupidly when the Yankees had announced, "Not us, boys!" Boras has been a terrorist-like presence in Major League Baseball for a long time. He has gotten his way far, far too often. For crying out loud, he got $70 million for J.D. Drew! But this time he screwed up. Badly. So when Prince Hal Steinbrenner told the press that ARod could come home to the Yankees, but Boras couldn't be part of the process, Alex came running with his tail tucked between his legs. Or between his mistress' legs. Sorry, Mrs. ARod; please don't aim your vulgar tshirt at me. Alex will sign a 10 year, $275 million contract with the MFYs this week. That just doesn't sound like suffering or punishment to me. But kicking Boras out of the negotiations after he so publicly misread the market is totally wonderful. And then Kenny Rogers fired him. And hopefully other players and other owners will go and do likewise. The world becomes a better place.
Finally, it appears that Tom Glavine is going home. Not in the Southern Baptist, ultimate sense, but in baseball terms. This is extremely good news! The Atlanta Braves have an atrocious record of letting their legends leave. John Smoltz may retire after an entire career in the Braves uni, but Hank Aaron didn't, Dale Murphy didn't, Phil Niekro didn't, Andruw Jones won't, and, five years ago, they let Tom Glavine leave. I don't know if Glavine's work in the MLBPA had anything to do with it. John Schuerholz has a long and detailed memory, and Tom's role as the Players' Association's face during the '94 strike made a lot of management-types angry. And that's apart from their little dustup over the details of Tom's departure for the Mets. But Schuerholz moved up to club president, and Frank Wren took over as GM. And now, it appears that Glavine will go home to finish his Hall of Fame career. He won't be the pitcher he was before he left, but it appears that he will have to be no more than the #3 behind Smoltz and Hudson. If Mike Hampton's Fall League workouts turn into a productive year, Tom can be the 4, and even at 42 he will match up well with every other National League 4. He will post his last wins with the Braves. They should all have been for the Braves, but he will be a 300 game winner pitching for the team that he led for 15 years previously. That feels like good karma to me.
I take no joy in Barry Bonds' indictment. I see no persecution in Barry Bonds' indictment. It was inevitable, not racist, and just sad. I have written before about my childhood experience of Barry's dad, Bobby Bonds. I won't rehash the whole episode here, but whatever problems arose later, Bobby Bonds was a good man, a great player, and good for baseball. His son could have been all of that and more, but has chosen to be sullen, difficult and needlessly hard-headed. He also appears to have lied to a federal grand jury. Jason Giambi bit the bullet and owned up to what he had done before the same grand jury, and he has never been charged with anything except being a dope. Barry is not under indictment because he's black. He's not under indictment because he's a jerk. He is facing jail time because he is arrogant enough to have believed that he was above the whole process. He will now learn in painful, expensive detail that he isn't. I am looking for a ton of lawyerly posturing, then a Vick-style plea. There won't be any 30 years' jail time, but he will serve a brief term that will be intended to teach other athletes that they better cooperate and tell the truth in doing so when the feds come calling.
I take a great deal of joy in seeing superagent Scott Boras slapped down so publicly. In case you've been out of the country, Mr. Boras informed Tweedle Dee Steinbrenner and Tweedle Dum Steinbrenner that they had to bring $350 million to the table to get to talk to his client. And that was after furthering the perception that ARod is a money grubbing jerk like no other, by announcing the opt-out during Game 4 of the World Series. In a rare moment of lucidity, the Sons of George invited Mr. Boras to go look for his vast fortune somewhere else. When said quest was undertaken, the bane of sports owners everywhere couldn't find a bidder. And why in the world would anyone else bid so stupidly when the Yankees had announced, "Not us, boys!" Boras has been a terrorist-like presence in Major League Baseball for a long time. He has gotten his way far, far too often. For crying out loud, he got $70 million for J.D. Drew! But this time he screwed up. Badly. So when Prince Hal Steinbrenner told the press that ARod could come home to the Yankees, but Boras couldn't be part of the process, Alex came running with his tail tucked between his legs. Or between his mistress' legs. Sorry, Mrs. ARod; please don't aim your vulgar tshirt at me. Alex will sign a 10 year, $275 million contract with the MFYs this week. That just doesn't sound like suffering or punishment to me. But kicking Boras out of the negotiations after he so publicly misread the market is totally wonderful. And then Kenny Rogers fired him. And hopefully other players and other owners will go and do likewise. The world becomes a better place.
Finally, it appears that Tom Glavine is going home. Not in the Southern Baptist, ultimate sense, but in baseball terms. This is extremely good news! The Atlanta Braves have an atrocious record of letting their legends leave. John Smoltz may retire after an entire career in the Braves uni, but Hank Aaron didn't, Dale Murphy didn't, Phil Niekro didn't, Andruw Jones won't, and, five years ago, they let Tom Glavine leave. I don't know if Glavine's work in the MLBPA had anything to do with it. John Schuerholz has a long and detailed memory, and Tom's role as the Players' Association's face during the '94 strike made a lot of management-types angry. And that's apart from their little dustup over the details of Tom's departure for the Mets. But Schuerholz moved up to club president, and Frank Wren took over as GM. And now, it appears that Glavine will go home to finish his Hall of Fame career. He won't be the pitcher he was before he left, but it appears that he will have to be no more than the #3 behind Smoltz and Hudson. If Mike Hampton's Fall League workouts turn into a productive year, Tom can be the 4, and even at 42 he will match up well with every other National League 4. He will post his last wins with the Braves. They should all have been for the Braves, but he will be a 300 game winner pitching for the team that he led for 15 years previously. That feels like good karma to me.
Monday, November 12, 2007
More Money than Sense
Foxsports.com is reporting that the MFYs have re-signed Jorge Posada for 4 years at $52 million. Jorge Posada is a good guy. He handles a pitching staff well. He is also 36 years old. When was the last time you saw a 40 year old catcher making $13 million? Me, either. He had a great year last year, no doubt about it. He hit almost 70 points higher than his pre-2007 lifetime average. That's called a career year. Except for the fact that his RBI total merely matched his average of the last 6 seasons, and his homer total was 3 below the average of his last 7 seasons. Career year? Hardly. Posada has never been the offensive player that Mike Piazza was, and Piazza was basically done as an everyday catcher at age 37.
While there will surely be changes, the MFYs are now looking at fielding this team:
Jorge Posada, catcher, 37
Jason Giambi, first base, 37
Robinson Cano, second base, 25
Derek Jeter, shortstop, 33
Wilson Betemit, third base, 26
Hideki Matsui, left field, 34
Melky Cabrera, center field, 24
Bobby Abreu, right field, 34
Johnny Damon, dh, 34
I make that two guys, Cabrera and Cano, whose best days are in front of them, and Cano is said to be the one piece that the Twins will require in a deal for Johann Santana with others to be negotiated. Betemit is a suspect. And the rest of them have played their most productive years already. 31.5 is a very old average age for a successful Major League Baseball team, one that is expected to win the World Series every year. They are believed to be offering a gold mine for three years to their 38 year old closer, the great Rivera, who already has his biggest problems with that rival to the north east. Clemens, 45, has begun his personal services contract with the Astros. Pettitte, 36, has turned down his '08 option. Mussina will be 39. Cashman is right: it's time for the generational change. But George's boys apparently didn't get the memo. Signing the old guys to long contracts for big money doesn't just delay the inevitable; it makes the downturn longer and uglier.
Enjoy!
While there will surely be changes, the MFYs are now looking at fielding this team:
Jorge Posada, catcher, 37
Jason Giambi, first base, 37
Robinson Cano, second base, 25
Derek Jeter, shortstop, 33
Wilson Betemit, third base, 26
Hideki Matsui, left field, 34
Melky Cabrera, center field, 24
Bobby Abreu, right field, 34
Johnny Damon, dh, 34
I make that two guys, Cabrera and Cano, whose best days are in front of them, and Cano is said to be the one piece that the Twins will require in a deal for Johann Santana with others to be negotiated. Betemit is a suspect. And the rest of them have played their most productive years already. 31.5 is a very old average age for a successful Major League Baseball team, one that is expected to win the World Series every year. They are believed to be offering a gold mine for three years to their 38 year old closer, the great Rivera, who already has his biggest problems with that rival to the north east. Clemens, 45, has begun his personal services contract with the Astros. Pettitte, 36, has turned down his '08 option. Mussina will be 39. Cashman is right: it's time for the generational change. But George's boys apparently didn't get the memo. Signing the old guys to long contracts for big money doesn't just delay the inevitable; it makes the downturn longer and uglier.
Enjoy!
Monday, November 05, 2007
This Great News Just In...
The Boston Herald is reporting that the Red Sox and Curt Schilling are nearing agreement on that one year deal that Schill said after the World Series he'd like to sign before walking away after next season. That is great news.
You can read elsewhere on this blog (two posts down) that I have come to believe in the Sox' business model, namely, no multi-year deals beyond 35th birthdays. That's why this will be a good move for the team. Curt doesn't want even the second year on this deal. He'll be 41 a week from Wednesday. He seems to have come to grips with the fact that he can't be the ace anymore. But he doesn't have to be; he and the Sox have Josh Beckett. Curt can't be the number 2 anymore. But he doesn't have to be; he and the Sox have Daisuke Matsuzaka. Can he be the number 3? Again, he doesn't have to be; he and the Sox watched Jon Lester light up the radar gun in the mid-90's in his World Series Game 4 start.
So Curt and Tim Wakefield can comfortably be the 4 and 5 guys. They can be the elder statesmen. They can advise and suggest. They can lead. Curt can deal with the press, and continue to provide some cover for the younger guys. And he loves to do that. Schill and Wake can glory in their roles of making the Red Sox winners again. And Curt should never again have to worry about matching up with C.C. Sabathia or Fausto Carmona. Hey, wouldn't you feel better about adding to your Hall of Fame argument if you're going against Jake Westbrook or Paul Byrd? Or missing Lackey and Santana for whoever's behind them in the Angels' rotation? Me, too.
For one more year, the risk of injury isn't that great. And the pitcher that emerged at the end of the year is fun to watch, much like Maddux or Glavine. He doesn't have to be Smoltz anymore. And, when he leaves the mound in his final start next fall, perhaps in the World Series, he will walk right into that place where Red Sox legends live forever in the hearts and minds of all New England, and all the far reaches of Red Sox Nation.
Curt is going to stay. And that's great news!
You can read elsewhere on this blog (two posts down) that I have come to believe in the Sox' business model, namely, no multi-year deals beyond 35th birthdays. That's why this will be a good move for the team. Curt doesn't want even the second year on this deal. He'll be 41 a week from Wednesday. He seems to have come to grips with the fact that he can't be the ace anymore. But he doesn't have to be; he and the Sox have Josh Beckett. Curt can't be the number 2 anymore. But he doesn't have to be; he and the Sox have Daisuke Matsuzaka. Can he be the number 3? Again, he doesn't have to be; he and the Sox watched Jon Lester light up the radar gun in the mid-90's in his World Series Game 4 start.
So Curt and Tim Wakefield can comfortably be the 4 and 5 guys. They can be the elder statesmen. They can advise and suggest. They can lead. Curt can deal with the press, and continue to provide some cover for the younger guys. And he loves to do that. Schill and Wake can glory in their roles of making the Red Sox winners again. And Curt should never again have to worry about matching up with C.C. Sabathia or Fausto Carmona. Hey, wouldn't you feel better about adding to your Hall of Fame argument if you're going against Jake Westbrook or Paul Byrd? Or missing Lackey and Santana for whoever's behind them in the Angels' rotation? Me, too.
For one more year, the risk of injury isn't that great. And the pitcher that emerged at the end of the year is fun to watch, much like Maddux or Glavine. He doesn't have to be Smoltz anymore. And, when he leaves the mound in his final start next fall, perhaps in the World Series, he will walk right into that place where Red Sox legends live forever in the hearts and minds of all New England, and all the far reaches of Red Sox Nation.
Curt is going to stay. And that's great news!
How the Terrorists Really Win
The nominee for Attorney General of the United States of America has declined to repudiate torture in any shape, form, or fashion. And there is a discussion about how many senators will support his nomination?
We have heard over the last six years many formulations that conclude with "then the terrorists win." The first was by the Moron-In-Chief who bravely declared that if we didn't go on with our lives, going to the mall and shopping, then the terrorists win. It has become a refrain for supporting whatever cockamamie pet hobby/observance/practice any given speaker enjoys, believes in or wants to advocate for. Like, if you don't attend the Memphis in May Barbeque contest, then the terrorists win. Or, if you don't mark Clergy Appreciation Month (all month in October), then the terrorists win. (Ok, the last one really matters. If you're an insecure goof. Imagine the Hallmark section on Clergy Appreciation Month: Dear Preacher, Thanks for being there when Aunt Matilda died, and having the good taste to stay as far away from us the rest of the year as possible; or, Dear Clergy Member, I guess we're grateful for your work at our church, but it means so little to us that we haven't been there since Labor Day; or, Dear What's Your Name, thanks for not making us feel bad about your salary, as I needed to make the boat payments this year. But I digress.)
Here's how the terrorists really win: we behave as badly as they do. That's what this is all about. If they can entice us into forfeiting our character and our freedoms in the name of a little neurotic grab at security, they they have what they really want in the first place. We've now joined the list of the hideous who have instigated unprovoked wars. Now, we're up in the air about whether or not it's alright for our chief law enforcement officer to be ok with torturing prisoners. The problems are obvious, almost too much so to name: 1) if we torture, we have no right to tell others they better not torture our soldiers or citizens when they become prisoners, and 2) when you torture people, they will tell you anything you want to hear just to make you stop. Remember that little problem with faulty intelligence before the Iraq War? No, not the President's faulty intelligence; that that was provided by the CIA's wonderfully named "inside man", Curveball. It was all a load of crap. And we never laid a hand on him, or him on a water board.
We don't get to run around the world advocating for our superior way of life if we make human life as cheap as they do. We have no moral upper hand when we make people believe that we are about to do the equivalent to them of what was done to Daniel Pearl and other poor unfortunates captured by the wretched people who believe that beheading one's opponents is a good way to go about your day.
The moral corruption of the Bush administration knows no bounds. And this one isn't about no bids handed out to Halliburton and Blackwater so that they could misplace our billions of tax dollars in the "rebuilding" of Iraq. Where they still have no reliable electricity or water. Nice job. It's no longer about Cheney accusing people who question the war strategy of being agents of Al Qaeda. No, this is about rejecting two hundred and thirty years of striving to live up to the principles on which our nation was founded, and acting no better than the Hitlers, Stalins, Pol Pots, bin Ladens and Husseins of the world.
We were supposed to be better than that.
Ben Franklin's still right: Those who would sacrifice liberty to have security deserve neither.
And the terrorists win. Again.
We have heard over the last six years many formulations that conclude with "then the terrorists win." The first was by the Moron-In-Chief who bravely declared that if we didn't go on with our lives, going to the mall and shopping, then the terrorists win. It has become a refrain for supporting whatever cockamamie pet hobby/observance/practice any given speaker enjoys, believes in or wants to advocate for. Like, if you don't attend the Memphis in May Barbeque contest, then the terrorists win. Or, if you don't mark Clergy Appreciation Month (all month in October), then the terrorists win. (Ok, the last one really matters. If you're an insecure goof. Imagine the Hallmark section on Clergy Appreciation Month: Dear Preacher, Thanks for being there when Aunt Matilda died, and having the good taste to stay as far away from us the rest of the year as possible; or, Dear Clergy Member, I guess we're grateful for your work at our church, but it means so little to us that we haven't been there since Labor Day; or, Dear What's Your Name, thanks for not making us feel bad about your salary, as I needed to make the boat payments this year. But I digress.)
Here's how the terrorists really win: we behave as badly as they do. That's what this is all about. If they can entice us into forfeiting our character and our freedoms in the name of a little neurotic grab at security, they they have what they really want in the first place. We've now joined the list of the hideous who have instigated unprovoked wars. Now, we're up in the air about whether or not it's alright for our chief law enforcement officer to be ok with torturing prisoners. The problems are obvious, almost too much so to name: 1) if we torture, we have no right to tell others they better not torture our soldiers or citizens when they become prisoners, and 2) when you torture people, they will tell you anything you want to hear just to make you stop. Remember that little problem with faulty intelligence before the Iraq War? No, not the President's faulty intelligence; that that was provided by the CIA's wonderfully named "inside man", Curveball. It was all a load of crap. And we never laid a hand on him, or him on a water board.
We don't get to run around the world advocating for our superior way of life if we make human life as cheap as they do. We have no moral upper hand when we make people believe that we are about to do the equivalent to them of what was done to Daniel Pearl and other poor unfortunates captured by the wretched people who believe that beheading one's opponents is a good way to go about your day.
The moral corruption of the Bush administration knows no bounds. And this one isn't about no bids handed out to Halliburton and Blackwater so that they could misplace our billions of tax dollars in the "rebuilding" of Iraq. Where they still have no reliable electricity or water. Nice job. It's no longer about Cheney accusing people who question the war strategy of being agents of Al Qaeda. No, this is about rejecting two hundred and thirty years of striving to live up to the principles on which our nation was founded, and acting no better than the Hitlers, Stalins, Pol Pots, bin Ladens and Husseins of the world.
We were supposed to be better than that.
Ben Franklin's still right: Those who would sacrifice liberty to have security deserve neither.
And the terrorists win. Again.
Hot Stove: Red Sox
Red Sox Nation is clamoring for the return of Mike Lowell. I wrote in my previous post that Mikey's return should be the first item on Theo's To Do List. That said, the brain trust should keep faith with their principle: you don't give multi-year contracts that extend beyond the 35th birthday.
There was anger, heartbreak and gnashing of teeth when Pedro Martinez was allowed to walk after the 2004 victory, Johnny Damon, Bill Mueller and Kevin Millar after the 2005 season, and Trot Nixon after 2006. They were integral parts of the 2004 Championship, and many of us wanted them to stay forever. The truth is that while Pedro went 15-8 with a 2.82 ERA for the 2005 Mets, he made only 23 starts for 132.2 IP, a 9-8 record, and a 4.48 ERA at age 34 in 2006, and barely pitched in 2007, posting 5 starts and 28 IP coming off of surgery at age 35. Bill Mueller was in the Dodgers' front office until pressed into service as their hitting coach last year. Damon can hardly play the outfield any more, spending significant time at DH, and dropping off precipitously in his offensive production:
2004: 20 HR, 94 RBI, .304 AVG, .857 OPS
2005: 10 HR, 75 RBI, .316 AVG, .805 OPS
2006: 24 HR, 80 RBI, .285 AVG, .841 OPS
2007: 12 HR, 63 RBI, .270 AVG, .747 OPS
That is, obviously, a dramatic fall. Johnny will turn 34 tomorrow.
Millar is a great guy, but he's hardly a full time player anymore. Trot is a wonderful human being, still a major part of the Jimmy Fund's efforts, but he only started two games in the ALCS for the Indians. At age 33 this year, he only had a half season's at bats, 3 HR and 31 RBI.
This is all to say that whatever the emotion has made the loss of these guys feel like, in business terms letting them go has been the right decision in every instance.
There are two Boston-caliber 3rd basemen available this off-season. Even for the Red Sox, shelling out for Alex Rodriguez would so limit the team in other areas, it just isn't worth it. Combine that with the ample evidence that the man just can't deal with postseason pressure, and he's nowhere near what we want or need at the hot corner.
That leaves the incumbent and World Series MVP, Mike Lowell. The Yankees will certainly bid big and long for their former farm hand. Mike had his career year at age 33 in 2007. He should be very good next year. But do we want the office to abandon a proven approach because we all love Mikey? If it takes a 4, or certainly a 5, year contract to keep him, I just can't see it (and by the way, ARod is only two years younger than Lowell). At that many years, the reasonable and wise approach becomes a shifting of Youkilis back to third and addition of another first baseman. No disrespect intended, but firstsackers are much easier to come by than third basemen.
So, to recap, just as we are better off with Jacoby Ellsbury in center rather than Johnny Damon, with Josh Beckett leading the staff instead of Pedro Martinez, Youk at first instead of Kevin Millar, Mikey Lowell at third instead of Bill Mueller, and even with the predictably disappointing JD Drew in right instead of Trot Nixon, so would we be better off over the next 4 to 5 years with Kevin Youkilis at third instead of a 37 and 38 year old Mike Lowell by the end of such a contract.
I'd hate to see Lowell walk, especially if he's walking into pinstripes. But truth be told, Johnny Damon helped the Red Sox much more this year by wearing a Yankees uniform than he ever could have in a Sox uni. The clock and the calendar march on, and neither of them care a whit about our emotional attachment to these guys who have done so much for Red Sox Nation. The business model can feel harsh, but it has delivered two World Series victories in four seasons after the celebrated 86 years with none to be found. Work the plan! It will keep us in contention.
There was anger, heartbreak and gnashing of teeth when Pedro Martinez was allowed to walk after the 2004 victory, Johnny Damon, Bill Mueller and Kevin Millar after the 2005 season, and Trot Nixon after 2006. They were integral parts of the 2004 Championship, and many of us wanted them to stay forever. The truth is that while Pedro went 15-8 with a 2.82 ERA for the 2005 Mets, he made only 23 starts for 132.2 IP, a 9-8 record, and a 4.48 ERA at age 34 in 2006, and barely pitched in 2007, posting 5 starts and 28 IP coming off of surgery at age 35. Bill Mueller was in the Dodgers' front office until pressed into service as their hitting coach last year. Damon can hardly play the outfield any more, spending significant time at DH, and dropping off precipitously in his offensive production:
2004: 20 HR, 94 RBI, .304 AVG, .857 OPS
2005: 10 HR, 75 RBI, .316 AVG, .805 OPS
2006: 24 HR, 80 RBI, .285 AVG, .841 OPS
2007: 12 HR, 63 RBI, .270 AVG, .747 OPS
That is, obviously, a dramatic fall. Johnny will turn 34 tomorrow.
Millar is a great guy, but he's hardly a full time player anymore. Trot is a wonderful human being, still a major part of the Jimmy Fund's efforts, but he only started two games in the ALCS for the Indians. At age 33 this year, he only had a half season's at bats, 3 HR and 31 RBI.
This is all to say that whatever the emotion has made the loss of these guys feel like, in business terms letting them go has been the right decision in every instance.
There are two Boston-caliber 3rd basemen available this off-season. Even for the Red Sox, shelling out for Alex Rodriguez would so limit the team in other areas, it just isn't worth it. Combine that with the ample evidence that the man just can't deal with postseason pressure, and he's nowhere near what we want or need at the hot corner.
That leaves the incumbent and World Series MVP, Mike Lowell. The Yankees will certainly bid big and long for their former farm hand. Mike had his career year at age 33 in 2007. He should be very good next year. But do we want the office to abandon a proven approach because we all love Mikey? If it takes a 4, or certainly a 5, year contract to keep him, I just can't see it (and by the way, ARod is only two years younger than Lowell). At that many years, the reasonable and wise approach becomes a shifting of Youkilis back to third and addition of another first baseman. No disrespect intended, but firstsackers are much easier to come by than third basemen.
So, to recap, just as we are better off with Jacoby Ellsbury in center rather than Johnny Damon, with Josh Beckett leading the staff instead of Pedro Martinez, Youk at first instead of Kevin Millar, Mikey Lowell at third instead of Bill Mueller, and even with the predictably disappointing JD Drew in right instead of Trot Nixon, so would we be better off over the next 4 to 5 years with Kevin Youkilis at third instead of a 37 and 38 year old Mike Lowell by the end of such a contract.
I'd hate to see Lowell walk, especially if he's walking into pinstripes. But truth be told, Johnny Damon helped the Red Sox much more this year by wearing a Yankees uniform than he ever could have in a Sox uni. The clock and the calendar march on, and neither of them care a whit about our emotional attachment to these guys who have done so much for Red Sox Nation. The business model can feel harsh, but it has delivered two World Series victories in four seasons after the celebrated 86 years with none to be found. Work the plan! It will keep us in contention.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Hot Stove Beginnings
Joe Torre made the only move that made sense for him. Pinella and Guillen are, at least for the moment, entrenched with the two Chicago teams. Mike Scioscia isn't going anywhere. Tony LaRussa reupped with the Cardinals. And the Giants are going to be horrific next year. The Dodgers have more than enough talent to win the NL West next year, and, sadly, it just isn't that hard to get to represent the National League in the World Series these days. And as the Cards proved in 2006, once you get to the Series, anything can happen. Although as the 2004 Red Sox, 2005 White Sox, the 2006 Tigers and 2007 Red Sox all proved, your pitching staff will have to channel the Keystone Kops in the field to allow a National League team to win. The Rockies might not have been swept by all of them, but I don't see Colorado having beaten the Indians, Angels, Yankees or Tigers if any of them had found their way to the Fall Classic. Anyway, Joe made the right move, as at 67 he probably didn't need to sit out a year. If he still wanted to manage, no need to raise questions about distance from the game as he approaches 70.
Newsflash time: Scott Boras is bottom-feeding scum, and loves it. And Alex Rodriguez is worse for allowing his agent to behave in such a manner. First, it's the middle of Game 4 announcement of the opt-out. The subsequent apology said, in essence, "Gee, was the World Series going on? I didn't realize that. So, so sorry!" Right. Then, the story gets out that the Yankees actually wanted to give this loser a five year extension at $30 million per. That $150 million, combined with the $81 still owed him totals in excess of $230 million. And Boras, carrying pure brass in his jockeys, told them that they were $120 million short of even having the conversation. I didn't think it was possible to make Mr. May-through-September any more despicable, but I was wrong! Oh, so wrong! How great would it be if the Yankees kept their word and refused to talk further with Team ARod, and every other MLB owner rented the integrity to avoid him at those prices. Yeah, I know some knucklehead like Artie Moreno will ask how high when Boras says jump, but the fantasy is nice. I do believe that the Red Sox have wised up since the attempt to send Manny to the Rangers for Rodriguez a few years ago.
The Sox need to resign Mikey Lowell, although the Yankees will make that harder if they really are done with Alex.
Newsflash time: Scott Boras is bottom-feeding scum, and loves it. And Alex Rodriguez is worse for allowing his agent to behave in such a manner. First, it's the middle of Game 4 announcement of the opt-out. The subsequent apology said, in essence, "Gee, was the World Series going on? I didn't realize that. So, so sorry!" Right. Then, the story gets out that the Yankees actually wanted to give this loser a five year extension at $30 million per. That $150 million, combined with the $81 still owed him totals in excess of $230 million. And Boras, carrying pure brass in his jockeys, told them that they were $120 million short of even having the conversation. I didn't think it was possible to make Mr. May-through-September any more despicable, but I was wrong! Oh, so wrong! How great would it be if the Yankees kept their word and refused to talk further with Team ARod, and every other MLB owner rented the integrity to avoid him at those prices. Yeah, I know some knucklehead like Artie Moreno will ask how high when Boras says jump, but the fantasy is nice. I do believe that the Red Sox have wised up since the attempt to send Manny to the Rangers for Rodriguez a few years ago.
The Sox need to resign Mikey Lowell, although the Yankees will make that harder if they really are done with Alex.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
World Series Postgame
The Commissar-for-Life is presenting the trophy to John Henry, Tom Werner, Lucchino, Theo Epstein and Terry Francona. Mr. Henry is his usual, gracious self. He has made all of this happen. Camera Lights Larry is horning in on the owners. That guy stinks.
Mikey Lowell gets the MVP! That's outstanding! He gets cars, he gets a trophy, and he's going to get one heck of a contract somewhere. I just hope it's in Boston. What a year for Lowell.
It took the Fox jerks about 37 seconds to spoil the celebration and ask about his contract. They stink.
Tito's on tv. They have to make him one of the highest paid managers, and extend him for a long time. It is amazing how he handled that clubhouse this year. Not a word all summer. Remarkable.
Jon Lester, indeed, caps his miracle season with a win in the World Series clinching victory. Absolutely awesome for that young man, who is such a big part of the Sox' future. A year ago, we didn't even know if he had a future. Couldn't be any happier for him.
The Boston Red Sox have their seventh World Series title. The first great era was from 1903 to 1918 when they won the Series five times. The second is right now. The 2004 title and tonight's make the Sox the best team and organization in the game today. Two sweeps just make it that much sweeter.
Clint Hurdle is being interviewed, and he is quite a guy. No excuses, respect for the winners, joy in this year's accomplishment and determination to finish the job. Good man. They should be very proud to have him in charge of their team.
If Curt Schilling is done in Boston, he has ensured his place in Red Sox Nation forever. Curt's arrival before the 2004 season announced that John Henry was serious about bringing a title to Boston. Curt did for the Sox what Terry Pendleton's arrival did for the Atlanta Braves in 1991. He made them winners, by his credibility, by his reputation and accomplishment, and by his work ethic. Curt has a big mouth and likes the media attention more than anyone else in the game, but he has earned that position. Thanks, Curt, for everything. You had a tremendous hand in making all of this happen.
David Ortiz. This is Big Papi's team. He is the guy who keeps it loose, makes it fun, deals with problems, reins Manny in, and so many other things, before you ever get to the field. And what he does on the field! He is a ferocious presence in the batter's box. and no team can face the Sox without recognizing his importance to and ability in our lineup. He is rapidly building a Hall of Fame career. And the Minnesota Twins couldn't find a place for him. God bless you, Twins. Papi makes us a great team.
The future is incredibly bright. When the Series ended, there was a rookie in left field, a rookie at second base, a second year player on the pitcher's mound, a second full season player at first, the win went to a second year player, Beckett is 27, Dice K is 27, Clay Buchholz is 23, and Breslow and Hansen and all the others are on the way. Combine that with the demonstrated willingness to spend well and wisely, and this team will be in contention for the next decade. What a time to be a Sox fan! My wife's dad lived his entire 85 years in between Red Sox World Series wins; we've been blessed to see two in three year's time. There should be more to come.
Usually when the season ends my thoughts turn to Bart Giamatti's Green Fields of the Mind, but this will all be extended a bit for the celebrations to come in Boston. I'll get around to reflecting on the late Commissioner's beautiful essay after the Duck Boats are parked.
It's been a great season, with record attendance for Major League Baseball and many individual clubs. And it should just get better next year as, hopefully, some resolution is achieved on the issue of steroids and other supplements. With the labor peace that's been achieved with the last two CBA's, the enhancement issue is the only dark cloud hovering over the game at this moment.
More on that stuff later, but tonight, we celebrate! The Sox have won again!
Mikey Lowell gets the MVP! That's outstanding! He gets cars, he gets a trophy, and he's going to get one heck of a contract somewhere. I just hope it's in Boston. What a year for Lowell.
It took the Fox jerks about 37 seconds to spoil the celebration and ask about his contract. They stink.
Tito's on tv. They have to make him one of the highest paid managers, and extend him for a long time. It is amazing how he handled that clubhouse this year. Not a word all summer. Remarkable.
Jon Lester, indeed, caps his miracle season with a win in the World Series clinching victory. Absolutely awesome for that young man, who is such a big part of the Sox' future. A year ago, we didn't even know if he had a future. Couldn't be any happier for him.
The Boston Red Sox have their seventh World Series title. The first great era was from 1903 to 1918 when they won the Series five times. The second is right now. The 2004 title and tonight's make the Sox the best team and organization in the game today. Two sweeps just make it that much sweeter.
Clint Hurdle is being interviewed, and he is quite a guy. No excuses, respect for the winners, joy in this year's accomplishment and determination to finish the job. Good man. They should be very proud to have him in charge of their team.
If Curt Schilling is done in Boston, he has ensured his place in Red Sox Nation forever. Curt's arrival before the 2004 season announced that John Henry was serious about bringing a title to Boston. Curt did for the Sox what Terry Pendleton's arrival did for the Atlanta Braves in 1991. He made them winners, by his credibility, by his reputation and accomplishment, and by his work ethic. Curt has a big mouth and likes the media attention more than anyone else in the game, but he has earned that position. Thanks, Curt, for everything. You had a tremendous hand in making all of this happen.
David Ortiz. This is Big Papi's team. He is the guy who keeps it loose, makes it fun, deals with problems, reins Manny in, and so many other things, before you ever get to the field. And what he does on the field! He is a ferocious presence in the batter's box. and no team can face the Sox without recognizing his importance to and ability in our lineup. He is rapidly building a Hall of Fame career. And the Minnesota Twins couldn't find a place for him. God bless you, Twins. Papi makes us a great team.
The future is incredibly bright. When the Series ended, there was a rookie in left field, a rookie at second base, a second year player on the pitcher's mound, a second full season player at first, the win went to a second year player, Beckett is 27, Dice K is 27, Clay Buchholz is 23, and Breslow and Hansen and all the others are on the way. Combine that with the demonstrated willingness to spend well and wisely, and this team will be in contention for the next decade. What a time to be a Sox fan! My wife's dad lived his entire 85 years in between Red Sox World Series wins; we've been blessed to see two in three year's time. There should be more to come.
Usually when the season ends my thoughts turn to Bart Giamatti's Green Fields of the Mind, but this will all be extended a bit for the celebrations to come in Boston. I'll get around to reflecting on the late Commissioner's beautiful essay after the Duck Boats are parked.
It's been a great season, with record attendance for Major League Baseball and many individual clubs. And it should just get better next year as, hopefully, some resolution is achieved on the issue of steroids and other supplements. With the labor peace that's been achieved with the last two CBA's, the enhancement issue is the only dark cloud hovering over the game at this moment.
More on that stuff later, but tonight, we celebrate! The Sox have won again!
WS Game 4 Bottom 9
Jonathan Papelbon is out to win the World Series. He allowed us to get to this point by deciding during Spring Training to forget about starting and being the closer. It was all for this moment...
Pap will start with Yorvit Torrealba. There's a whole lot of hard chewing going on in both dugouts. Pap goes with a 95 mph heater for called strike one. Torrealba couldn't stop his swing; strike two. He grounds to Pedroia, Dustin's up and throws to Youk for the first out. Two to go.
Jamey Carroll's up. The same 95 mph fastball for a called strike to him. Foul to the right, strike two. Carroll drives Jacoby Ellsbury to the fence, but he hauls it in for the second out. Manny doesn't get that ball. Tito did it again. One more!
Seth Smith hits for Corpas. Foul for strike one. Low for ball one, 1-1. Pap bounces one up for ball two. Pulled foul along first for strike two, 2-2. Last strike time! Pap throws it by him for the Championship!
The Boston Red Sox are the first team to win two championships in the new millenium! Terry Francona has yet to lose a World Series game!
Pap will start with Yorvit Torrealba. There's a whole lot of hard chewing going on in both dugouts. Pap goes with a 95 mph heater for called strike one. Torrealba couldn't stop his swing; strike two. He grounds to Pedroia, Dustin's up and throws to Youk for the first out. Two to go.
Jamey Carroll's up. The same 95 mph fastball for a called strike to him. Foul to the right, strike two. Carroll drives Jacoby Ellsbury to the fence, but he hauls it in for the second out. Manny doesn't get that ball. Tito did it again. One more!
Seth Smith hits for Corpas. Foul for strike one. Low for ball one, 1-1. Pap bounces one up for ball two. Pulled foul along first for strike two, 2-2. Last strike time! Pap throws it by him for the Championship!
The Boston Red Sox are the first team to win two championships in the new millenium! Terry Francona has yet to lose a World Series game!
WS Game 4 Top 9
Manny Corpas continues.
Strike one, called, to Lowell. If the Yankees are serious about being done with Rodriguez upon the opt-out, the Sox could have a much harder time retaining Lowell's services. Mike skies the second pitch to Holliday toward the line in left. One down.
Drew's up. Ball one. Ball two, low. Drew's last shot to extend a nine game postseason hitting streak. He won't get it, as he grounds to Carroll at second. Two down.
Tek will give Corpas a look. Strike one, called, low and away. Tek swings for strike two. Ball one, away; 1-2. Tek hits a slow roller, by Corpas, but fielded by Carroll and on to first for the third out.
Corpas was outstanding; Pap will have to be the same with only a one run lead.
4-3 Sox, to the bottom of the ninth!
Strike one, called, to Lowell. If the Yankees are serious about being done with Rodriguez upon the opt-out, the Sox could have a much harder time retaining Lowell's services. Mike skies the second pitch to Holliday toward the line in left. One down.
Drew's up. Ball one. Ball two, low. Drew's last shot to extend a nine game postseason hitting streak. He won't get it, as he grounds to Carroll at second. Two down.
Tek will give Corpas a look. Strike one, called, low and away. Tek swings for strike two. Ball one, away; 1-2. Tek hits a slow roller, by Corpas, but fielded by Carroll and on to first for the third out.
Corpas was outstanding; Pap will have to be the same with only a one run lead.
4-3 Sox, to the bottom of the ninth!
WS Game 4 Bottom 8
Okajima comes on with other changes I'll get to momentarily.
Foul to Holliday. Ball, 1-1. Called strike two. Foul to the right side. Matt grounds to Pedroia. One down!
Now Helton. Called strike one. Called strike two. And a foul back to the left. Ball, 1-2. Helton singles past Lowell into left. One on, one out.
Called strike to Atkins. Alex Rodriguez has opted out of his contract. Scott Boras is Satan. Film at 11. Ball one. Ball two. Ball three. Oki is on fumes at this point. Pap is warming. Atkins makes it a one run game with a homer to left. 4-3 Sox. Papelbon will be appearing momentarily. Here's Tito, and the call to the pen. The Man is in. And he'll have to be perfect tonight. No room for error.
Spilborghs will face Pap first. Foul along third, 0-1. A Meriwether ball, better known to everyone else as a strike down the middle, 1-1. A strike called at 96 mph. A foul back, still 1-2. Foul again. Ball two, according to the ump; 2-2. Spilborghs grounds the 7th pitch of the at bat to Lugo, on to Youk for the second out.
Hawpe's turn. Strike one called, 95 mph. Another 95er gets a weak swing for strike 2. Low and away for ball one. A foul keeps it at 1-2. He whacks one to deep center, and Coco tracks it down for the third out. Done, finally.
To the ninth, 4-3 Sox. Three outs to go, and Pap's in to get them.
Foul to Holliday. Ball, 1-1. Called strike two. Foul to the right side. Matt grounds to Pedroia. One down!
Now Helton. Called strike one. Called strike two. And a foul back to the left. Ball, 1-2. Helton singles past Lowell into left. One on, one out.
Called strike to Atkins. Alex Rodriguez has opted out of his contract. Scott Boras is Satan. Film at 11. Ball one. Ball two. Ball three. Oki is on fumes at this point. Pap is warming. Atkins makes it a one run game with a homer to left. 4-3 Sox. Papelbon will be appearing momentarily. Here's Tito, and the call to the pen. The Man is in. And he'll have to be perfect tonight. No room for error.
Spilborghs will face Pap first. Foul along third, 0-1. A Meriwether ball, better known to everyone else as a strike down the middle, 1-1. A strike called at 96 mph. A foul back, still 1-2. Foul again. Ball two, according to the ump; 2-2. Spilborghs grounds the 7th pitch of the at bat to Lugo, on to Youk for the second out.
Hawpe's turn. Strike one called, 95 mph. Another 95er gets a weak swing for strike 2. Low and away for ball one. A foul keeps it at 1-2. He whacks one to deep center, and Coco tracks it down for the third out. Done, finally.
To the ninth, 4-3 Sox. Three outs to go, and Pap's in to get them.
WS Game 4 Top 8
Brian Fuentes relieves Affeldt.
Bobby Kielty pinch hits for Timlin. And HOMERS ON THE FIRST PITCH! We got that run right back! 4-1 Sox. We didn't have a pinch HR all season, and what a place for the first one!
Ellsbury takes ball one. And a called strike. Ball two. At 2-1 Jacoby has an infield single between Atkins and Tulo.
Dustin's up with one in and one on. Fuentes threw to first and Dustin slid his hand up the bat, indicating bunt. Another throw over, and no indication this time. Dustin bunts foul, back into the seats. Pitchout for ball one, Jacoby's not running. A full swing this time, same result; foul back into the seats; 1-2. Another foul. Ball two, way inside. Ball three, same spot. Full count. Dustin grounds into a 6-4-3 DP.
Papi takes ball one. Youk will come in for him in the bottom of the inning. Ball two. Ball three. At 3-0 the courtesy strike is called. Papi walks at 3-1. Coco comes on to run for him. Corpas will come in to pitch to Manny. Strike one, swinging. Strike two, called. Ball one. He goes down swinging to end the inning.
Good one, though, courtesy of Bobby Kielty. 4-1 Sox to the bottom of the 8th.
Bobby Kielty pinch hits for Timlin. And HOMERS ON THE FIRST PITCH! We got that run right back! 4-1 Sox. We didn't have a pinch HR all season, and what a place for the first one!
Ellsbury takes ball one. And a called strike. Ball two. At 2-1 Jacoby has an infield single between Atkins and Tulo.
Dustin's up with one in and one on. Fuentes threw to first and Dustin slid his hand up the bat, indicating bunt. Another throw over, and no indication this time. Dustin bunts foul, back into the seats. Pitchout for ball one, Jacoby's not running. A full swing this time, same result; foul back into the seats; 1-2. Another foul. Ball two, way inside. Ball three, same spot. Full count. Dustin grounds into a 6-4-3 DP.
Papi takes ball one. Youk will come in for him in the bottom of the inning. Ball two. Ball three. At 3-0 the courtesy strike is called. Papi walks at 3-1. Coco comes on to run for him. Corpas will come in to pitch to Manny. Strike one, swinging. Strike two, called. Ball one. He goes down swinging to end the inning.
Good one, though, courtesy of Bobby Kielty. 4-1 Sox to the bottom of the 8th.
WS Game 4 Bottom 7
Delcarmen remains in the game.
Hawpe takes a ball, up and in. And another, 2-0. A strike on a terrible pitch. Meriwether strikes again. Hawpe fouls one to the left side, 2-2. A ball to fill the count. It's 3-1 as Hawpe smacks one to the right field seats. If the Rockies were going to score, that's exactly the way we wanted it to happen. A solo home run isn't a rally.
Torrealba takes a ball. And another. The infield comes to the mound to either threaten Delcarmen's life or give Okajima a second to warm up. Strike one, called; 2-1. He drives one to JD Drew at the foul line. One down.
Corey Sullivan pinch hits for Affeldt. He takes a called first strike. And ball one. High for ball two. He hits a solid single between Pedroia and the bag. Man on first, one out. Tito's headed out of the dugout. He will bring Mike Timlin into the game. Good call. Oki had to throw a lot of pitches last night. Tim can handle the situation.
Matsui's up. This will be an interesting confrontation. Ball one. And a called strike. Tim makes him look bad swinging at strike two. Tim got him! A weak swing at an inside pitch. Two down.
Now Tulo. Called strike one on the outside corner. Ball one. Ball two on a better pitch than strike one was. A legit ball three. Tim comes back with a called strike two. Tulo fouls it straightback; we'll do it again. TIM GETS HIM SWINGING! That's huge-the old guy came in and struck out Matsui and Tulo. Holliday will lead off the bottom of the 8th with the Sox at least two up. Healthy!
After 7, 3-1 Sox. Six outs away.
Hawpe takes a ball, up and in. And another, 2-0. A strike on a terrible pitch. Meriwether strikes again. Hawpe fouls one to the left side, 2-2. A ball to fill the count. It's 3-1 as Hawpe smacks one to the right field seats. If the Rockies were going to score, that's exactly the way we wanted it to happen. A solo home run isn't a rally.
Torrealba takes a ball. And another. The infield comes to the mound to either threaten Delcarmen's life or give Okajima a second to warm up. Strike one, called; 2-1. He drives one to JD Drew at the foul line. One down.
Corey Sullivan pinch hits for Affeldt. He takes a called first strike. And ball one. High for ball two. He hits a solid single between Pedroia and the bag. Man on first, one out. Tito's headed out of the dugout. He will bring Mike Timlin into the game. Good call. Oki had to throw a lot of pitches last night. Tim can handle the situation.
Matsui's up. This will be an interesting confrontation. Ball one. And a called strike. Tim makes him look bad swinging at strike two. Tim got him! A weak swing at an inside pitch. Two down.
Now Tulo. Called strike one on the outside corner. Ball one. Ball two on a better pitch than strike one was. A legit ball three. Tim comes back with a called strike two. Tulo fouls it straightback; we'll do it again. TIM GETS HIM SWINGING! That's huge-the old guy came in and struck out Matsui and Tulo. Holliday will lead off the bottom of the 8th with the Sox at least two up. Healthy!
After 7, 3-1 Sox. Six outs away.
WS Game 4 Top 7
Lowell takes ball one. Mikey homers on the second pitch! 3-0 Sox! The fat lady is warming up.
Hurdle is out to remove Aaron Cook. He has nothing to apologize for. Great effort by him. The Rockies should contend for several years to come. Just not this year for a championship. They've run into the best team in the game.
JD fouls off Jeremy Affeldt's first offering. And takes the second for ball one. A swinging strike two. Foul, keeping it at 1-2. Way inside for a skip the rope, 2-2. Ball three, in again. Drew takes a Little League swing for strike 3. He just stinks. One out.
Tek takes a hook for a called strike. The Captain drives the second pitch through the left side for a single.
Lugo stands in. He fouls the first. And the second. And a grounder to Helton for an unassisted double play, forcing Lugo first and then tagging Tek.
At the stretch, Sox lead 3-0.
Hurdle is out to remove Aaron Cook. He has nothing to apologize for. Great effort by him. The Rockies should contend for several years to come. Just not this year for a championship. They've run into the best team in the game.
JD fouls off Jeremy Affeldt's first offering. And takes the second for ball one. A swinging strike two. Foul, keeping it at 1-2. Way inside for a skip the rope, 2-2. Ball three, in again. Drew takes a Little League swing for strike 3. He just stinks. One out.
Tek takes a hook for a called strike. The Captain drives the second pitch through the left side for a single.
Lugo stands in. He fouls the first. And the second. And a grounder to Helton for an unassisted double play, forcing Lugo first and then tagging Tek.
At the stretch, Sox lead 3-0.
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