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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Renteria Cha-Cha-Cha

The second-worst part of last night's game was watching Edgar Freking Renteria trot home for the winning run after the cranially-gifted Placido Polanco hit a broken bat single over Julio Lugo Stinks' head. A lot of people across baseball — we'll call them "National League fans" — swoon at Renteria's name, calling him a great, throwback ballplayer. Let's just say we've heard it too many times, especially in light of the Titanic wreck that was his 2005 season with the Sox. Oh yes, but he does the little things. Splendid. That's exactly what we want out of our professional baseball players: for them to concentrate on the little things. Who cares about the big things, like hitting or fielding?

Now, players are entitled to off years, and Lugo's made a late career out of them (His error, of course, being the worst moment of the night). But we always figured Renteria was kind of a dick, so we were happy to read this ESPN The Truck Magazine article about Renteria's beef with O-Cab, the man he replaced on the Sox roster, in which Renteria sounds like a total jerk. At issue is an investment that Cabrera, the second most popular player in his native Colombia, made in the Colombian baseball league, which is run by Renteria — the most popular player. There was a falling out, and Renteria holds a hard grudge against Cabrera, who can't figure out why. You can read the entire article here, but here is the end, which sums up their frosty relationship nicely:

Cabrera says it was Edinson [Renteria]'s mismanagement of the league that caused him to walk away, and he's stunned by the personal attacks. "That's what happens when you deal with people who can't separate business issues from personal issues," Cabrera says. "My intent in what I've said publicly has been good for the league. It's promoted the league to move forward, to be recognized."

This dispute won't soon be resolved. The Tigers and White Sox have 12 more games this season — another dozen opportunities for uncomfortable moments on the field. During their first meeting of the year, when Cabrera reached second base in the fifth inning, he tried to engage Rentería in conversation, saying, "Man, it's cold out here, huh?"

Rentería, planted at shortstop, stared straight ahead. He did not say a word.

Maybe we're being too hard on Renteria, as he did ground out to Keith Foulke to end the 2004 World Series (which was nice), though he gave part of that back by pulling off the same stunt to end the 2005 series against the White Sox with Papi on deck (we don't forget these things!). Actually, between those series and the 1997 World Series, Renteria has been the last batter of three postseason series. Is that some sort of record? You'd have to figure that it is, given that the last batter is almost always going to be on the losing team, and the losing team is less often likely to repeat their performance. I mean, it gets way deeper than that, but I don't plan to go into it unless someone can think of a good candidate off the top of their head. Someone from the 01-07 Yankees or 90's/00's Braves, perhaps?

Speaking of repeat playoff performances, we remembered that Jordan's Furniture had a promotion last year where, if you bought furniture during Spring Training, that ish was free if the Sox won the World Series. This year, they've apparently upped the ante, demanding a(nother) Sox sweep. While I obviously think the odds of that are fairly excellent, not everyone agrees, though Carl Bialik of the Wall Street Journal tried to pin the exact odds down:

So I turned to several sports statisticians, whose answers for the probability of a Red Sox sweep are higher than you might think: Somewhere between 2% and 5%. They all pointed to sports books that had the Sox as among the favorites to win the American League pennant, at about one in four or five. (See, for instance, TradeSports or BetFair.) That reflects their dominant championship last year and their high level of talent. Then the probability that the Red Sox sweep the Series is equal to about 0.2 — the chance they make the World Series — multiplied by their probability of sweeping the Series. If each game is a toss-up, that’s one in 16: 1/2 multiplied four times, for the four wins needed for a sweep. That translates to one out of 80 that Boston will sweep the Series. But sports-book odds suggest that the Red Sox are likely to be better than their World Series opponent, because the odds they’ll win it all are greater than half their pennant odds. That can nudge the probability of a Sox sweep up to one in 50.

If you're looking for a duvet... this seems like easy money.

Back to the Renteria series-ending thing for a moment. I personally think the odds are less likely that Craig Counsell would have scored the winning run in two World Series Game 7s — for two different teams — than one batter ending three series. But who knows. By the way, Craig Counsell? 34 career home runs.

And now, your moment of zen:

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Hot dogs, scowls and drunkards

Got home from work last night just in time to see Carlos Guillen's fly that Sox' 5-0 win in the books. So I've got little to say about the game aside from, How 'bout Mike Timlin and his incredible, shrinking ERA! Also, Julian Tavarez now has not pitched in twelve days. Trade rumors abound. Papelbon said in an interview yesterday that Tavarez ordered two hot dogs in the bullpen during Monday's game. Funny because two hot dogs is reportedly what the Rockies are offering for Julian's services.

Tigers, I sincerely hope you're enjoying your nap, we'll do our best not to wake you. Ah, but in Detroit some are happy that at least they're not the Indians. And in Cleveland Neville Chamberlain continues with his Indian appeasement. Meanwhile, Seattle denizens react to the impending move to Oklahoma City with a robust boycott.

Julio Lugo has accounted for 50% of the Sox' errors, 50% of the caught stealings, 85% of the scowls, 67% of the cup adjustments and 0% of the home runs.

Tomorrow the Sox face Armando Galarraga, a twenty-five-year old righty with a 1.88 ERA and 399 career home runs. He eagerly awaits interleague play so he can finally hit number 400.

Recently we've had the much-publicized story of a Yankee fans killing a Sox fan with an automobile and less recently the less-publicized tale of the Red Sox mob that battered a Yankee fan. Awfully sad days for the rivalry. And for drunkards. While it's true that the buried Ortiz jersey had a happy ending, what an astonishing circle jerk it took to arrive there. I think all involved on both sides could use some of NBA star Chris Bosh's humility. If you're in search of some pleasant news relating to the rivalry, look no further. We'll win the border war one school bus at a time! All of your children will belong to us, Connecticut!

Also:
Cora, Casey Pawtucket-bound.
Schilling's throwing session a success
Apparently MLB released some kind of Sox DVD today.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Sox and the Homers They Hit

1. Dusty Pedroia: Lasers
The Little Pony doesn't hit'em often, but when he does, they get out in a hurry. Get ready for the laser show. Shockingly, the Caballero's most famous laser wasn't even a laser, but a shot (see: Ramirez, Manny) in game seven of the ALCS. And what a f*cking shot it was.

2. Kevin Youkilis: Dingers/Dongs
Youk isn't known for his power stroke, so when he hits one, it's time to ring the bell and buy a round of drinks for everyone. Youk went deep. Yooooooouk!

3. David Ortiz: Blasts
Big Papi's home runs threaten to hurt children as far away as Charlestown and to tear Boston from its foundation on the Earth. There's always a crater waiting to happen, be it in Boston, the Bronx, Anaheim, Japan, wherever. Hold on to your butts.

4. Manny Ramirez: Shots
Manny puts 'em out to all corners of the ballpark, whenever he feels like it, and he's going to his admire his shots. You are, too, unless you're K-Rod.

5. Mikey Lowell: Bombs
That pull stroke produces one result: bombs out to left field. A Mikey Lowell bomb is a no-doubter from the get go. Watch the classy guy bow his head and run around those bases. There's a curtain call waiting, friend.

6. J.D. Drew: Grand Slam
The one, the only, the best.



7. Jason Varitek: Jacks
JayVay just jacks it, from either side of the plate. (Yep.) When 'Tek comes'a'knockin', there's no doubt about it, just sit back and enjoy. You can set your watch to that flat top and about 15 of these per year.

8. Jacoby Ellsbury: If Jacoby Hits HRs, Just Give Us The Trophy
The boy who can do no wrong isn't supposed to go deep, so if he does, just run and hide. You're done. That swing is made for liners to center and doubles to left, so if he pulls one outta here, you might as well give up. So what if he's hitting .200. Everything will be fine. I said EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.

9. Julio Lugo: GIDPs
Just being honest.

Honorable Mention
Former Sox Dougie Mirabelli: Taters
Nothing was more perfect that a Dougie tater. The way the rounded K-machine just blasted those things was tatertastic. Let your soul patch glow. Good night, sweet prince.
Alex Cora hits Miracles
Kevin Cash hits Paydirt

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

"It takes work to get all three outs"

That's the text I got after Lugo grounded into a double play with 2 on and no out, then got caught stealing. And order was restored to the world.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Julio Lugo, I wrote you a poem, you piece of crap

Julio Lugo stinks
He makes me want to drink
A bottle of ink...
Or a beer

Or six
Or, one for every error
He's a terror on my liver
And probably yours too!

He's number twenty-three
That's one for every E
He'll make in April, May and June

And July through October
I'd like to have him over
To ask him what he's swinging at
(That thing you have? It's a BAT!
Use it! Hit the freaking ball!)

I think I speak for all
Including our pal Ben
When I say "Good riddance!"
But he's signed through twenty ten!

What the F to do?
Ah, who am I kidding?
I can't complain
But since I've gone this far
I might as well say it:

Bring back Nomar!