Friday, September 25, 2009

Homage to Baseball Injuries.

As some of you may know, I am a Reds fan. Which also means I am not, traditionally, a fan of the Disabled List.

But I say it's time I turn that attitude around! What if I were to honor the DL for the good times it's provided instead of focusing on the negative? As I grow more and more into adulthood, perspective just gets more and more positive, eh?

Let the homage begin!


Hehe, the ball is yellow.



Hehe, the blood is red.



Hehe, those girls are laughing.



Stolen base, stolen wallet.



For God's sakes, he's just a kid!



So... I've used this one before. It's just too good. And actually, come to think of it, I think I've done a similar a similar blog post before. Oh well, injuries are fun! AND... they are now my friend. :)



I LOVE this! So inspiring! OOH! You know what it reminds me of...?



Who says the DL can't be goddamn adorable??

And finally...



I hate those days when I just can't get up!

This Day in Baseball Barely History...

Source: http://www.nationalpastime.com/

September 25, 2008: "Mark Reynolds strikes out for the 200th time breaking the major league record set in 2007 by Phillies first baseman Ryan Howard. The Diamondbacks third baseman will extend the dubious mark to 204 by season's end."


But I'm sure he's a really great guy in real life!




... I said in real life. Come on, guys!


 

There we go! See??

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Can Carl Crawford Save Baseball?


Amidst the forty-eight consecutive hours of coverage the MLB network devoted recently to the suspension of Manny Ramirez, Bob Costas was the only talking head to bring up the single point that I have always chosen to make about the effect of the steroid era on baseball. That point: In the same way there was a shift from the dead ball era prior to 1919 to the 40% increase in run scoring that followed thereafter, the introduction of steroids into baseball has effectively changed the game into something unrecognizable.


"Unless you believe, that by some cosmic coincidence, that more than half of the greatest power hitters that ever lived descended upon the game in a five or six year cluster," Costas said, "Something extremely fishy was going on there that was different from the changes in other eras."


But for every baseball purist who claims the change has been for the worse, there is some blowhard who claims that the long ball puts people in the seats and is in some way better for baseball. The best isolated experiment on this was in the years 1985-1987, when Major League Baseball is widely believed to have been "juicing" the baseball. The home run totals for those years spiked from 3,258 in 1984 to a peak of 4,458 in 1987 before dropping straight back down to 3,180 in 1988.




It's hard to take an ideological stand against the home run. It would be tough to make the claim that the home run has ruined baseball. But it has, in a way, ruined baseball. Baseball didn't die at the end of the dead-ball era. Nor did it die in 1987, nor upon integration from '47 to '59, all of which represent jumps in home run totals on the above graph. Baseball never 'died.' It did, however, lose a few limbs. Among them: the triple, the swinging bunt, the hit and run, the complete game (CG), not to mention what I believe to be the most exciting play in baseball, the stolen base.



Before baseball fell in love with the home run, few players went up to the plate looking to knock it out of the park. More recently, it has been the equivalent of the Bush Administration's approach to the Iraq war: strong man, big swing, tiny ball, trying to get this thing over and done with as quickly as possible.


The answer to baseball's love fest with the home run -- the antithesis of strategy and team-oriented play -- was elucidated in something ESPN's Jon Miller brought up during Sunday night's Red Sox - Rays game. While Carl Crawford went to the plate for the second time that night, Miller noted the fact that in 1999, as a senior in high school, Crawford was offered a full football scholarship to Nebraska to run the option as a quarterback (Eric Crouch filled this role instead and went on the win the Heisman in 2001) as well as a full basketball scholarship to UCLA to be their point guard. Instead, Crawford chose to climb the minor league grease pole with the fledgling Tampa Bay Devil Rays for four years. This year he is on pace to steal 105 bases. That would be the 15th best season of all time and the 5th best since 1891. How many home runs does Crawford have? One.


This is precisely what baseball needs: more Carl Crawfords. And by that I mean more athletes. More guys who are as good in the field as they are on the bases. More well rounded players and less 50 home run/150 strikeout dopers who hide out in left field.



The fans are not likely to buy this. Most have shown that they're not all that put off by players taking steroids. Attendance has been up, even since the widespread use of steroids has been made known. But once the foundations of baseball are resurrected, and we can enjoy all of the things the home run has taken from us--baserunning, situational hitting, and the pitcher's duel--there will be a lot more "baseball" for us to enjoy.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Don't Worry Curt, Pedro's Got Game Seven This Year

Today I woke up to the news that Curt the Hurt Schilling was planning to retire. Thankfully, he has only chosen to retire from baseball, and not from blogging. Schilling has not been relevant in baseball since his foot exploded in 2004. On the blogging front, however, Schilling has been relevant as recently as March 11, 2009, when he explained in his blog when fans should and should not ask him for an autograph (hint: not before, during, or after a baseball game).

Friday, March 20, 2009

Fuck.

Another season in which you'll be hearing little from amypoo.

As Spring Training wraps up, my two least favorite teams in the entire league are first and second in the National League Spring Training standings, while the Reds sit 9 and 12 near the bottom. Griffey's gone, I'm still mourning over Larkin, and some of the kids on this team are younger than I am.



What are you DOING? If you had a baseball to grab maybe you wouldn't grab your own nipple so much! YOU BREAK MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

...

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

This is definitely my fault...

TRAGIC ENDING FOR MINOR LEAGUER TRADED FOR BATS

"Details of his final days are elusive. His death was obscure. There is no record on where he was living, no explanation of how his body wound up at a hospital, no police report, no public record of where he is buried. Numerous telephone messages left for his family and friends were not returned.

The actual 10 bats that Odom got traded for, they’re easy to discover. An Internet search shows a picture of them, stamped with 'John Odom Trade Bat.'

They were never used."

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Don't do it, Smoltz!

All morning, the buzz has been growing about John Smoltz' impending move to Boston and, since Smoltz is a known blog hound, I figure this is the best place to get his attention.

I grew up a big Smoltz fan because a few of my cousins attended Waverly High School in Lansing, Michigan with him. Smoltz was a terror on the mound, though his talent was unfortunately overshadowed to a degree by the presence of teammates Greg Maddux and Tom Glavine. Despite this, he managed to reign in the 1996 Cy Young Award.

Then there is the longevity. While Maddux has retired and Glavine is still kind of on his farewell tour after rejoining the Atlanta Braves (going straight from the Mets to the Braves' disabled list), Smoltz is a top free agent prospect! And don't forget that when Tommy John surgery limited with stamina, he said, "No big deal," and just became the best save man in National League history, shattering Eric Gag-ne's record of 53 in a season. Oh, and two years later, he was back in the rotation.

What I'm saying is... it's hard not to like Smoltz. And to contrast with that, it is VERY hard to like the Boston Red Sox. How can I reconcile this other than to just plea with Smoltz to ditch the Sox. "Don't do it!" I want to shout to him, to you. Nooooooooooooooooooo!.

But reflecting upon how I cherish Smoltz and how I despise Boston, my brow furrows. It would seem that my only affinity for Smoltz is his origins in Lansing and the stories my older cousins would tell about him. And if he is anything like my cousins, then I really only know two things about him. 1) He is from Lansing, and 2) a quick John Smoltz Google Image search shows:



Apparently, he's also a homophobe.

I wonder if he knows how many homos there are in Boston? He must not, or he wouldn't have made a "handshake-deal" with the GM of the Sox.

Touching another man, John? Gross.