Showing posts with label rambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rambling. Show all posts

Friday, January 9, 2009

Something To Make Me Smile

Was talking with a friend regarding the Yankee's recent Sox-scrap-heap pick up. In case you were not aware, the Yanks signed Jason Johnson to a minor league deal. Yes. Jason Johnson (for the record, I really did like the guy and was so awfully impressed by his crusade to pitch with diabetes... he just wasn't very good and that made me really sad.).

I said that I'm sure Johnson will get called up in mid-April when Burnett breaks his face or other crucial body part. You know it's going to happen... maybe not in April, but it will happen. So Johnson will get his shot.

My friend replied that his father (who is a Yankee's fan) was utterly disappointed with their offseason thus far. He thinks eMpTy sucks, Burnett will be having surgery by June, and Fatass Sabbathia will choke his playoff ERA up into the 10's. He also wishes that Theo would trade Beckett to the Yankees for Burnett.

Obviously, we all know that's not going to happen. Why would we trade Beckett in an odd year. We all know his best years are odd years. 2003? 2007? 2005 wasn't bad. But don't even ask about 2006 or 2008. 2004, I'm not so sure about. In my super-advanced scientific/mathematical equation, logic dictates that Beckett will have somewhere around 80 wins himself this year.* There is absolutely no way (I hope) that Theo does anything to jeopardize what should be a good year for Beckett by trading him to any other team. You don't trade your co-ace (Jon Lester being the other, stronger half of that equation from this past season). I'll willingly rent him to the Yankees in 2010, assuming that his current odd-even year trend continues. If he's good two years in a row, we're keeping him. Who am I kidding, I'd never give him to the Yankees, even as a rental.

*Disclaimer: hyperbole can be fun.

While I can't claim that I'm super thrilled about our moves this off-season, in the past week, Theo's plugged a couple of holes that concerned me (outfielder, infielder...). I'm not worried enough to want to trade one of our players to the Yankees for one of their big names. The Commander is staying put, and Jon Lester (who really deserves a manlier nickname these days) isn't going anywhere either. I believe in these guys. I know what they can do in the playoffs... I also know what a lot of those Yankee players can do in the playoffs, and I'm just not concerned about them right now.

I know I got a tad bit rambly, but I was amused. And if I can possibly share my silly amusement with others, then I will ramble.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Blue Jays Series: Good Times

Yeah, I'm aware that I don't post on the weekends, and yes I know I'm late posting by my own standards, but forgive me. I've got a shiny new printer here at work and I'm trying to get it to accept and love my computer. So far, I have failed, so the Help Desk is basically trying to be a matchmaking service. Printer... I will MAKE YOU love computer, if it's the last thing I do for the day!

So anyhow.... Wakefield.... awesome. Byrd... disappointing. Colon.... didn't even realize he was scheduled to pitch, but good nonetheless. Lester... seriously, you don't know by now? Lester is money. Cash in a win with Jon on the mound. As long as Cash isn't playing, of course.

Luck went our way in this series, which is something that you really can't take for granted. If Papelbon didn't have a little luck, you're looking at a 2nd and 3rd situation with no outs, and the tying run being the guy on 2nd. Luckily, we got a bad call in our favor (to make up for all the blown HR calls this year, I suppose), and we won that third game.

On a side note... honestly, was Papelbon surprised that his high school dance video would come out eventually. And was he even really embarrassed? He should be relieved he was wearing pants... sort of.

Byrd may have been terrible in that first Saturday game, but in all fairness, he was due for a bad start. Pitchers having bad starts is just something that happens. You have to expect it, and you have to deal with it. For a gross metaphor that I tried to avoid using but couldn't, it's like that special monthly visitor that females are blessed with. You know it's due to come eventually, and yes it sucks, and probably ruins your day, but you just have to expect it. If you expect it, it's never as bad.

Ok, I have no idea where my mind is today. I'm fretting over Kazmir. I hate facing Kazmir. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy as a pitcher and watching him make teams look stupid does tend to be pretty enjoyable. You know, except for when it's the Red Sox being made to look stupid. Then I don't enjoy it. I can't even tell you the last time I used the phrase "fretting," that's how much I'm actually fretting.

I also want to point out that Carlos Zambrano is now my least favorite pitcher in baseball. After going almost the entire season with only Lester's no-hitter to adore and be proud of, Z decides it's time to take the crown of "Most Recent No-No" from Jon. We were SO CLOSE to the end of the season... two more weeks, and Jon would have been the only one this year. But it was not to be. Does this mean the Cubs are gonna win the World Series now? I mean, Clay's no-no was the last one last year, and we won it... I don't know. I'm still proud of Jon for everything he's done this year, reigning no-no crown or not.

For the record, I am aware that this blog might as well be called "I Love Jon Lester" because the dialogue has devolved into something like this "Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Munchkin Jon Jon Jon Jon! LOVE LOVE LOVE!" Please be advised that I make no promises for this to change.

Dice-K, Commander Kickass, and Timmy Wonderpitches.... gentlemen (and Josh), the season is in your hands, and.... Josh, put down the damn gun and pay attention! Like I was saying... the season is in your hands. A sweep, and the division is ours. 2-3, and we're tied. Nothing besides these two options is even halfway acceptable. They embarrased us in our house... JOSH! Stop strangling the clubhouse attendants! I'm talking to you, here!.... Sigh. Yes, right in our own house they came in and took 2 out of 3. Return the favor, and then some, with extreme prejudice. You've all had bad starts recently. It's time to man up and get the... DEAR GOD, JOSH! Why did you set Lowrie on fire?! WE NEED HIM! DO YOU REALLY WANT LUGO BACK?! No? Then put out Lowrie! And 'Tek, stop telling Josh about symbolism. Those kinds of things are dangerous in the wrong hands! Well, Jed seems to be ok. Someone get him some ointment, he'll be fine. As for you three... just win.