Nothing quite as excruciating as watching your team lose a star outfielder to a sorry team within the division — for unreasonably big bucks, mind — while watching them haplessly pursue bargain bin replacements like Jeff Francoeur, Matt Diaz, George Sherrill and Dennys Reyes. Would’ve been adding insult to injury if we tried to add any of those guys even in a platoon. Can’t rightly tell if it makes it hurt more to hear the Phillies bandied about as being in on Cliff Lee and Zack Greinke or if that’s just part of a push to make guys like me feel better about a team that really has no choice but to stand pat this offseason and hope things go a little differently in 2011.
Will say that the Nats being big spenders really warms my heart. Love that the Fish are being aggressive, too. The NL East doesn’t get enough credit for being the hornet’s nest it is.
Lastly, Selig really does need to expand the league to include the mystery team that gets cited any time talks heat up with a free agent. Craig Calcaterra has been writing about this over at Hardball Talk for a bit. The tweets coming out of Orlando have been positively hilarious. Have to say that the rumors definitely keep me engaged with baseball during what is otherwise a very slow offseason.
The baseball offseason torments me. While I appreciate the postseason awards — congrats to Roy Halladay on his Cy Young Award — I find my thoughts turn to the likes of Ed Delahanty, Sam Thompson, Gavvy Cravath and Grover Cleveland Alexander.
Fortunately, I have company. My friend and coworker Dan McQuade of Philadelphia Will Do is loaning me an Ed Delahanty biography! Cannot wait to read about a troubled ballplayer who died at Niagara Falls. I’m fascinated by Big Ed’s story and I love thinking about theÂ dead-ballÂ era, when baseball was a grinding game of bunts, steals and dirty pitches, to say nothing of rogue leagues and labor strife.
I also nearly joined the Society for American Baseball Research yesterday. I told you it was getting bad!
I started growing this beard the day the Phillies clinched the NL East. Sure, I jumped the gun a little bit, but when I look back on last year’s scraggly playoff beard, I’m glad I did.
Now I look like this.
Loved the beard, but I’m feeling human again.
Now that it’s sunk in that our season’s over, all I can think about how much I love Roy Oswalt.
Because he was an absolute stud down the stretch. Because he accepted playing second fiddle when he’s an ace on most staffs around the league. Because he played left field! To top it all off, he volunteered to pitch in relief.
He does the little things fans in Philly love. He’s a team player and I can’t wait to watch him next year.