Since it’s the 100th anniversary of the song “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” next year, there’s
going to be some hoopla, including a performance of it during the seventh-inning stretch of the All-Star Game — as far as I know, the first time that’s happened since 2001. No word on its use during the World Series. I’ve got my fingers crossed, but I assume Bud Selig has other ideas.
From The Onion.
Here’s a real story about the identity change. The money quote is “‘We even
had research that showed when fans spoke glowingly about the organization, they used Rays,’ [team president Matt] Silverman said. ‘When they were being critical of the organization, they referred to us as the Devil Rays.'”
This blog plans to continue using “Devil Rays,” especially when this blog is being tongue-in-cheek, which happens a lot.
Here’s David Ortiz wearing an awesome jacket on “Late Night with Conan O’Brien” last night. Aren’t you
glad I’m able to provide you with high-definition screenshots?
Sports Illustrated has an excerpt from Bill James’s newest Handbook up today, ranking the twenty-five best young players. As always, James is using an arcane, yet probably solid system, but the most important part is his commentary. Like this on one of my favorites, giganto LHP C. C. Sabathia:
I have to tell you, as a baseball fan, I absolutely adore C. C. Sabathia. I always have. I’ve compared all these players to somebody else. It is sacrilege to compare C. C. Sabathia to any other pitcher. He is totally unique. For
one thing, although listed weights of baseball players are so bogus that it’s hard to see the point of listing them, C. C. has to be the heaviest player in major league history. He’s huge — 6’7″and has an aircraft carrier frame supporting large piles of necessary and unnecessary flesh, all of this adorned with comic little ears that stick out from his face as if the Lord couldn’t find a flat place to put them. He has a unique delivery, hanging his massive leg in the air in seeming defiance of both gravity and nature, yet he is balanced and graceful. He projects a sort of genial warrior calm on the mound. He was an outstanding pitcher when he reached the majors in 2001 and has gotten steadily better, cutting his walks from 95 in 180 innings to 37 in 241 innings. He’s 26 now, like Peavy, and his age is pushing him downward on this list; he is less of a young talent, and more of a mature product. But I don’t think I’ve ever missed a C. C. Sabathia start in Kansas City when I was near KC or in Boston since I’ve been in Boston, and I hope he pitches forever.
I agree with every damn word. The fact that Sabathia didn’t turn in the lights-out game he was capable of against the fearsome Boston lineup was one of the big disappointments of this postseason. May he get a chance to do it next October.