Friday, April 17, 2009

Swisher - add'l thoughts

While I've been a little slow on catching up with baseball this spring, my ears certainly perked up when I heard that outfielder/infielder Nick Swisher pitched a perfect 8th inning in a game where the Yankees were getting trounced.

As Jenni mentions, there is something kind of likable about the guy. I know I originally made some disparaging comments, but on second thought I think I might be turning the corner on Nick Swisher.

Part of my distrust/hate of Swisher is that he really sucked it up last year when he was with the White Sox. As Yankee fans will probably soon find out, he's kind of awful.

SEASON TEAM G AB R H 2B 3B HR RBI TB BB SO SB CS OBP SLG AVG
2004 Oakland Athletics 20 60 11 15 4 0 2 8 25 8 11 0 0 .352 .417 .250
2005 Oakland Athletics 131 462 66 109 32 1 21 74 206 55 110 0 1 .322 .446 .236
2006 Oakland Athletics 157 556 106 141 24 2 35 95 274 97 152 1 2 .372 .493 .254
2007 Oakland Athletics 150 539 84 141 36 1 22 78 245 100 131 3 2 .381 .455 .262
2008 Chicago White Sox 153 497 86 109 21 1 24 69 204 82 135 3 3 .332 .410 .219

Look at that downward trend, most recently afflicted on the White Sox. Swisher may be all fun and games now, but it will be another story once he starts sucking again.

BUT, that being said I for one would like to see Nick Swisher do well. But instead of seeing him as a Jack Black, I think he's really a lot closer to the new slimmed down Horatio Sanz.


On second thought. Maybe Horatio Sanz got too skinny to be an effective Swisher. Let's try SNL era Sanz...

I think that's closer. Maybe Nick Swisher can team up with Jimmy Fallon!


Thursday, April 16, 2009

Ichiro Returns, Hits Grand Slam, Fucks With My Fantasy Standings


A bleeding ulcer caused Ichiro to miss the start of the Mariners' season, but last night he was back from the DL, going 2 for 5, stealing a base, and hitting a grand slam in the seventh inning. This performance dropped my fantasy lead against Nate's computer-generated, computer-managed and generally unloved team from 11-0 to 10-2. Still, I can't pretend to be angry about this. Welcome back, Ichiro! I love you!

Oh! And Derek Jeter came through again, driving in both the tying run in the 8th and the winning run in the 9th AGAINST MY LEAST FAVORITE TEAM IN BASEBALL. CAP'N CRUNCH, INDEED!

Today's the Yankees' much awaited home opener. All of the fancy, boring, historical stuff is happening as I type and the game starts at 1pm. Last year, I watched the old stadium closer with John Chavez while eating cold, soggy hamburgers. Today, I'll probably be watching the new stadium opener alone at a bar. I need more unemployed friends who like baseball, obviously.

UPDATE: Ichiro also turned into Samurai Warrior, courtesy of Paul.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Feral Cat Crashes Mets Home Opener

On Monday, I got so distracted by Nick Swisher's pinch pitching that I forgot about that other New York baseball team's freak field occurrence! As you can see below, the Mets were cursed blessed surprised [something-ed] by the appearance of a mangy feral cat during their home opener at Citi Field. (Big props to Kei for reminding me of this.)

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THAT CAT WANTS BLOOD! Apparently, the Mets have a long history of feline invasions, most notably when a black cat took the field during a 1969 game against the Chicago Cubs.

The Cubs' Ron Santo Cursed by Black Magic Mets Cat, 1969

That cat did well by the Mets. According to this website:

Ever since the early years of Shea, kittens and cats have been roaming around the field. Some will remember the Chicago Cubs-New York Mets game in 1969, when a black cat scurried across the visiting dugout. The Mets, of course, went on to win the NLDS and World Series that year.

Are the Mets using demon animals to cast evil enchantments on visiting teams?

Evidence against the above statement: they lost Monday's game.
Evidence in support of the above statement: they signed Gary Sheffield.

(Here's a funny, short New York Magazine article about GS. Worth reading if you have a moment.)

Of course, we all know that black magic mastery takes time and, in the interim, mistakes get made. NEW YORK METS, I AM WATCHING YOU AND IF YOU ATTEMPT TO CURSE DEREK JETER OR IN ANY OTHER WAY HARM THE NEW YORK YANKEES, I WILL BE FORCED TO WEILD MY FORMIDABLE SPELLCASTING POWERS AGAINST YOU.*

*Although my shabby internet skills have prevented me from finding the post on the now defunct Ponytail Junction blog, in which I revealed that I had become possessed by our backyard witch neighbor, it really happened and, as a result, I know magic. Just ask Rachel.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Swisher Takes the Mound

Kei and I have been diligently monitoring our respective Fantasy Baseball teams, and at 10:41 pm last night, she texted me to ask if Nick Swisher-- the Yankees intermittent first baseman, clubhouse DJ and confirmed ugly person-- was pitching against the Rays. And, believe it or not, HE WAS!


Moreover, Jorge Posada was playing first base and both Derek Jeter and Johnny Damon were sitting on the bench. Totally wacky...but I guess it makes sense, considering how badly they were losing (15-5, goddamn Rays). During his one inning on the mound, Swisher had one walk, one strikeout, and no earned runs. Not bad!

While I initially felt that Swisher was too gnarly to play for the Yankees, I've had a complete change of heart this April. The dude looks kind of like Jack Black, is batting .471, and gets constantly praised by the Yankees beat reporters as being the funniest, most affable creature ever to wear pinstripes. I can go along with that.

Welcome to New York, Nick! Thank you for not sucking (yet)!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Top Five Favorite Baseball Moments

Dear Readers,

I thought I would spice up this blog by listing my five favorite moments in baseball history. I ranked them, which was for the most part arbitrary.


5. Dave Winfield kills a bird with a baseball


According to Wikipedia:


On August 4, 1983, Winfield accidentally killed a seagull by throwing a ball at it while warming up before the fifth inning of a game at Toronto's Exhibition Stadium. He doffed his cap in mock sorrow, and fans responded by hurling obscenities and improvised missiles. After the game, he was brought to the Ontario Provincial Police station and arrested for cruelty to animals. He was released after posting a $500 bond. Yankee manager Billy Martin quipped, "It's the first time he's hit the cutoff man all season." Charges were dropped the following day. For years afterward, Winfield's appearances in Toronto were greeted with loud choruses of boos until he became a fan favorite when he joined the Blue Jays in 1992.


In fairness to Dave, I have been to Toronto Exhibition Stadium (“The Mistake by the Lake”) and it would have been hard to throw a baseball and not hit a seagull in that dump. Dave also helped win a World Series for Toronto and also was one of the first athletes to create a charity.

Here is a picture of Dave Winfield and me as a child:



4. Nomar Garciaparra is named Nomar Garciaparra


Ok, so naming a child isn’t exactly a baseball moment, and apparently Nomar is just a nickname for Anthony Garciaparra, and even the validity of this claim has come under scrutiny, but I will make it nonetheless: Nomar’s father Ramon named his son Nomar because it is Ramon backwards.




Shortstop Nomar Garciaparra

and musician Josh Kolenik


Nomar’s stats have fallen off a bit as off late, probably because he is busy doing other things:

On October 8, 2005, Garciaparra and his uncle Victor were alerted to the screams of two women who had fallen into Boston Harbor outside his condominium. One of the women sustained injuries to her head after hitting the pier on her way in. Garciaparra quickly jumped into the harbor and saved both women, who were later taken to the hospital.(Wikipedia)


3. Vince Coleman Throws a Firecracker at Children


In 1993, with Dodger Eric Davis behind the wheel, professional base stealer and Met Vince Coleman threw a lit M-80 at a group of fans while driving through Dodgers parking lot. Three fans were injured, including an eleven-year-old boy and two-year-old girl. Coleman claimed that he didn’t know throwing a firecracker at someone could result in injury. He was sentenced to 200 hours community service.

Three months earlier, Coleman was recklessly swinging a golf club in the Met’s clubhouse when he injured the arm of pitcher Dwight Gooden (see #1). This according to Wikipedia.



Vince also had an unfortunate mishap while playing for the Cardinals. During pregame warm-ups at Busch Stadium, the automated tarpaulin began to roll onto the field and rolled right ontoVince’s leg. He was trapped for 30 seconds, then freed and taken away on a stretcher. He would miss the NLCS and the World Series (Baseball Library).


2. Fritz Peterson and Mike Kekich Swap Wives


In the spring of 1973, Yankees pitchers Fritz Peterson and Mike Kekich decided to trade wives. They also traded houses, families, and dogs.

















From left: Marilyn Peterson, Mike Kekich,

Susan Kekich, Fritz Peterson


The two had been best of friends for some time, and both families lived in New Jersey. The trade worked out better for Peterson, who married the former Susan Kekich. The two remain together and have four children (Peterson was also the better pitcher and his 2.52 ERA is the lowest ever for a starting pitcher at the old Yankee Stadium). Mike Kekich’s relationship with Marilyn Peterson lasted only two years, and his career similarly faltered. (Wikipedia, Fantasy Baseball Dugout)


1. The 1986 New York Mets


I realize that a year with a team after it doesn’t necessarily make a moment, but the 1986 Mets season was so amazing that someone could write a book about it. Actually there are a number of books on the subject, the free parts of which I skimmed on Google Book Search and will quote from heavily. I can hardly summarize the whole season, so I’ll just provide some highlights:



After defeating the Astros in the NLCS, the Mets and wives/friends boarded an Ozark Airlines chartered flight back to New York. They began to drink so heavily that a few of the wives were soon throwing up.


In his autobiography, Heat, Dwight Gooden recalls his most vivid image of the flight. “At one point the partying was so out of control, the lavatory door accidentally flew open and there was one of my teammates, his face in front of lines of cocaine,” he writes. “I wasn’t shocked that he was using, I was shocked that he was so high, he didn’t even realize the door was open.” (Pearlman)

(On another trip from New York to Los Angeles, according to an ex-Ozark official, Darryl Strawberry and Dwight Gooden, the team's two marquee stars, exposed their penises and were inviting the [flight attendants] to "lick this and that.")


Later, the Ozark crew mistakenly served cake to the team and a food fight ensued. From Pearlman:


Meanwhile, the airplane was a disaster area. Upon landing, two or three wives had to be carried off the jet. Others weren’t quite sure of their whereabouts. Half the team exited wearing T-shirts and ties. Sisk wore one shoe. Fans who had waited hours at Kennedy Airport to greet the team were shocked at what they saw. “To have the wives in their snazzy North Beach Leather outfits, covered in vomit, it didn’t make for a pretty picture,” says Mets pitcher Ron Darling. “And the guys were coming off in various forms of disarray of dress. We were gross.”


The flight resulted in $7,500 in damages and a lifetime ban from Ozark Airlines. General manager Frank Cashen was furious, but the manager, Davey Johnson, laughed as he tore up the bill in front of the team.



Dwight Gooden (T) and Darryl Strawberry


Cocaine and alcohol were staples for Mets players in 1986, and their habits continued throughout their careers and beyond. MVP, future captain, and Seinfeld star Keith Hernandez described cocaine as “a demon in me,” and also claimed a “love affair” between baseball players and cocaine in the 1980s. The careers of Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry accounted for seven positive tests for cocaine. (The most memorable moment to me is when retired Darryl Strawberry went missing from a rehab center for four days, and his former coke buddy Dwight Gooden went on the search to find him.) In addition, Mets centerfielder Lenny Dykstra crashed his Mercedes into a tree after a bachelor party. He had BAC of .179, over twice the legal limit. (Lenny has since gone on to better things.) During a nationally televised game, pitcher Roger McDowell was filmed with his uniform on upside down – his pants over his head with his shoes on his hands.


Then there was pitcher Kevin Mitchell, who, in 1986, according to Gooden’s Heat, got into an argument with his live-in girlfriend and decapitated her cat.


I think it is safe to say that nearly all of the 1986 Mets engaged in heavy drug use, alcohol consumption, and sexual debauchery (except for Gary Carter because he was a herb). They could be considered the most dissolute team on record. Oh, and they won the World Series.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Nick Adenhart Tribute

I have been casually collecting baseball cards for a few weeks now, and it’s exciting to use these cards to recognize live players in action on TV and on the Fantasy Stat Tracker. But it is quite the feeling to also recognize death based on my slowly growing collection. I was basically half asleep as I was checking the news online late this morning when I came across the headline that said something like, "Angels Pitcher Nick Adenhart Killed in Traffic Accident." A drunk driver reportedly ran a red light, smashing into Adenhart's car with his friends, and he died in surgery. The name and the note that he was a rookie pitcher rung a bell, and I immediately checked my 2008 Topps Stadium Club rookies. If it weren’t for Stadium Club’s mysterious serially numbered-and-different-photo-parallels of rookies, I probably would have forgotten about Adenhart and his cards. But in one of those $11.99/$14.99 packs from Meijer, I pulled one of his serially numbered parallels that had a different photo of him from the regulard base card (of which I have two—getting doubles undoubtedly contributed to my remembering him as well). Adenhart was only 22 years old! Baseball is about love, not real tragedy! Why must there be this occasional moment of insanity?

2009 is off to a dramatic start. I hope I don't have to make any more of these kinds of recognitions again.

Planet Andruw and Dodger Dogs

Because I know y'all like reading about fatties, here's an amazing bit of sports journalism from Brad Evans at Yahoo.com's Fantasy Baseball Weekly Rundown:

Last season, Andruw Jones' days in Dodger Land were highlighted by numerous whiffs and Pink's hot dogs. Many worried the once cherished outfielder's ballooned body was bound to float out into space, becoming a celestial entity the likes of which astronomers had never viewed before. Jupiter and Saturn feared they would become moons of Planet Andruw. But substituting bananas for burritos this past offseason, a slimmed-down Jones is on the brink of fantasy relevance again.

“I love home games. When I’m home, I go for the Super Dodger Dog
because it’s 20% larger.” -Andruw Jones, 2008


Over-elongation aside, what's the big deal about Dodger Dogs? Having never been to L.A., I guess I'll just have to trust statistical data, such as Wikipedia's assertion that Dodger Stadium was the #1 hot dog consuming ball park in 2005. Here's the complete list of parks, ranked by number of hot dogs purchased:I checked the National Hot Dog and Sausage Council's website to see if any updates were available, but got too distracted by this press release to continue:

Stadiums around the country offer a range of options to hot dog-hungry fans. Turner Field, home of the Atlanta Braves, dresses their Georgia Dog with coleslaw, chili and onion relish. Dolphin Stadium, home of the Florida Marlins, stocks its condiment carts with banana peppers. The Tampa Bay Rays’ Tropicana Field offers “The Heater,” which is served with spicy chili and shredded cheddar. Arizona Diamondback’s Chase Field has a specialty concession stand called “Big Dawgs,” which features five foot-long specialty hot dogs including the Arizona Dog with chorizo, cheese and tortilla chips and the Wisconsin Dog with mac and cheese and bacon bits. The Metrodome, stadium of the Minnesota Twins, is home to the “Dome Dog,” a black angus dog served hot off the grill with toppings made fresh daily. When the Chicago Cubs are in town, many teams will add the famous Chicago Dog to their menu for the series: a natural casing beef frank, served on a poppy seed roll topped, (or "dragged through the garden" as they say in the Windy City), with yellow mustard, sweet pickle relish, chopped onion, fresh tomato, pickle spear, sport peppers and a dash of celery salt.

Oh boy. This is a plea to anyone who attends a game this year: BLOG THOSE DOGS! For groups of 20 or more, $16/person gets you unlimited hot dogs at Staten Island Yankees games. A re-staging of Grinnell College's epic hot dog eating contest may be inevitable.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Today Was Not a Good Day

Of course it had to happen, but did it have to happen so soon? As all sports fans know, you win some, you lose some; the violently elating highs come with the agonizingly soul-depleting lows. Yankees fans have it a bit worse, though, as every unintentional walk, pop-up fly, and fumbled throw home accumulates into a jumbled chorus whose main overtone sounds suspiciously like coins rolling down the drain (or, rather, giant piles of gasoline-soaked dollar bills burning in an eternal, raging hellfire). Moreover, a large percentage of non-Yankees fans are actually Yankees haters. When Yankees fans watch their team tank, they do so knowing that thousands and thousands of their fellow-baseball-viewers are cheering their misfortune with unsportsmanlike glee.

This hatred is not unwarranted. That the Yankees are frequently called a corporate baseball Death Star makes perfect sense. This is all fine and great and funny when the team is winning, but what good is a nickname like "The Evil Empire" when, despite the enormous salaries and celebrity players and palatial stadiums, you repeatedly lose games to teams that you should be CRUSHING? Man, do the Yankees get me down, sometimes. Tonight, after they failed to beat the Orioles (a good looking team, I'll admit), I cursed C.C. Sabathia's billowing pajama pants and Johnny Damon's terrible arm and left the bar and walked around the puddle-soaked streets of Williamsburg with no destination and no desire to be anywhere or do anything. Okay, that's an exaggeration. What really happened is that Maddie and I were drunk and couldn't decide what we wanted to eat. Then, when we got home, I suddenly knew what I wanted to eat and that thing was Jell-O! But the corner store didn't have any and it was way too late to go to a proper supermarket and let me tell you, friends, I felt lower and angrier than I've felt in weeks.

I know that, traditionally, this blog has been a place of love and of love-hate and of the special kind of joy that accompanies pure hatred, but let's pause momentarily to acknowledge a dark truth: SOMETIMES BASEBALL MAKES LIFE FEEL SO MUCH WORSE.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

IT'S ALL FINE IN '09

HAPPY OPENING DAY, EVERYONE!


Welcome to the best part of the year. Here's a photo of Derek Lowe of the Atlanta Braves, who somehow ended up on my fantasy team. He's pitched three scoreless innings against the Phillies, so far, so that's good. Tomorrow at 3pm I'll be watching the Yankees play their first game against the Baltimore Orioles..."excited" doesn't even begin to describe it.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Stand by Your Man (Sometimes it Pays Off)

When I first started paying attention to baseball in 2006, Robinson Cano was in his second year with the Yankees and absolutely on fire. He ended up batting .342 that season, before slumping significantly in 2007 and 2008. Last year was especially tough for Robbie, who got benched for "lack of hustle" and also saw his Best Baseball Friend Forever (BBFF from now on), Melky Cabrera, sent down to the minors. During these dark times, my affection for him was unwavering. However, this winter saw my baseball horizons exponentially broadened by this blog and I often found myself wondering if Robbie Cano was still my favorite player. He's a good looking guy, sure, but he doesn't have the personality of Manny, the idiosyncrasy of Ichiro, the eerily David Lynchian banality of Jeter or the Aw Shucks Midwestern-ness of Grady Sizemore and Casey Blake. Last night, as I watched a rebroadcast of the Yankees exhibition stadium opener against the Cubs (they have a real stadium opener against the Indians in two weeks), I almost groaned when Robbie came up for his first at-bat. Surely, he would strike out, let me down, and further expediate his exodus from my heart. Instead, HE HIT THE FIRST HOME RUN AT THE NEW YANKEE STADIUM! It was as if God himself were speaking to me through Robbie Cano's arm and saying, "Jenni, have faith." Thank you God, I will. ROBINSON CANO, EVEN IF YOU SUCK THIS YEAR, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE BASEBALL PLAYER.

Stand by Your Men: Rodruigez, Jeter and Cano

Derek Jeter looked like a faithful but tired old hound dog last night and I kept imagining a scene at the end of October wherein Joe Girardi holds a solemn press conference to announce that our beloved captain had played the entire season blind in one eye. And then everyone cries and Jeter comes out and says, "It's true...I've been blind since April, but I didn't want to distract anyone's attention away from what really matters...and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the fine sport of baseball." [Applause, cheers, crying and weeping] I think he hit a three-run home run today, though, so maybe his washed-upness is just my imagination.

Here are a few other assorted thoughts from last night:

1. The Yankees starting lineup was SO WHITE: Jeter, Damon, Teixera, Matsui, Cano, Nady, Ransom, Gardner. Cody Ransom and Brett Gardner look EXACTLY THE SAME. The difference, of course, being that only one of them was involved in a gory college bus crush that killed all of his team mates.

2. Mark Teixera looks kind of like a goon.

3. The new Yankee Stadium looks FUCKING AWESOME.

4. I miss hating on A-Rod.

5. Baseball is the best.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Pods

I was going to write up a small post about Scott Podsednik, who was a pivotal player on the White Sox 2005 world series team, and may not play baseball this year. BUT, while looking for some flattering pictures of him I stumbled on a post on another blog that really did all the work for me.

The whole post can be found here, but here are some highlights:
Scott is beautiful. Let’s just get that out of the way up front.
I should also mention that the title of the blog post is "Hump Day Hottie: Scott Podsednik." Here's a little more:
He’s a humble, small-town country boy who’s made good- and if he wasn’t so damned cute, I couldn’t have forgiven him for that walkoff-HR against Lidge in the ‘05 World Series.
Our blogger is from Texas, which accounts for the resentment over the 2005 World Series and the affinity to being a "country-boy," I guess. But I think he falls more into the "Zach Morris" category, rather than the "Roy Hobbs" one.


Oh yeah, and it's opening day this weekend. I feel like the baseball season has already been going on for months. Somebody should sign Scotty P, like these guys: "it’ll be a shock if they don’t finish in last place."

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Numbers Don't Lie: The World Series Foretold

Like Sam, I'm totally stoked for the start of baseball season. In a little less than two weeks, I'll be in the bleachers of the new Yankee stadium eating overpriced snacks and watching Grady battle Robbie on the Jumbotron (these are $5 seats, so I'm keeping my expectations low). I'll be sure take detailed notes for a post-game blog analysis.

Additionally, I have an exciting group venture proposal to make. It involves unlimited hot dogs and our (collective) name in lights. Details forthcoming.

In the meantime, here is the much delayed summary of my pre-season attractiveness rankings. There are tons of statistical categories by which traditional baseball analysts assess and compare different teams and players, but Sam and I have really blazed a trail with our aesthete-metrics (or Grady-metrics, if you'd rather). Here's a quick overview of my methodology: each week, I focused on a specific division and rated each individual player's MLB Fantasy mugshot on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 denoting extreme optical offensiveness and 10 being the opposite of that. Each team was given a ranking based on the average score of their mugshot ratings.

As in real baseball, the American League did better than the National League. But not by much:


In the above graph (crappy Excel screenshot...sorry), division leaders are highlighted in blue for the American League and in red for the National League. Interestingly, while the three NL division leaders are clustered together at the top of their league, there's a bit of distance between the best teams from the AL East, West and Central. Good lord, what's happening out in the grain belt? Grady Sizemore must tower over his fellow Midwesterners like a gigantic, radiant king amongst trolls. Here's the list again, with divisional averages (winners in blue and peach):

The NL actually fares better than the AL, here. Although the AL East leads all of the other divisions by a strong margin, the NL West and the NL Central rank higher than their AL counterparts by about 0.3 points each. Here's how the playoffs would look:

AL Divisional Series: Indians v. Mariners; Yankees v. Orioles (WC)

It's pretty funny to note that, true to life, the wild card goes to the second place team in the AL East.

NL Divisional Series: Brewers v. Mets; Dodgers v. Giants (WC)

AL Championship Series: Yankees v. Mariners

NL Championship Series: Dodgers v. Mets

WORLD SERIES: Yankees v. Dodgers
(I'm not going to be obnoxious, so I'll let the Dodgers win one game instead of predicting a full-blown NYY sweep).

Ladies and gentlemen, as if there were ever any doubts, your 2009 World Series champions (not to be confused with your 2009 World Baseball Classic champions) are the NEW YORK YANKEES. [cue confetti, champagne, Jock Jams]

Here's how all of the teams stacked up:

Apparently, there hasn't been a Jock Jams or related-spinoff CD since 2000. Perhaps we should make our own Third Base or Bust Jock Jams compilation? Reeeeeeeee-mix!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spring Training

The name of the game is thunderdome



I haven't been this excited about baseball season since last April.