Showing posts with label Phillies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phillies. Show all posts

Friday, April 6, 2012

Will Good Time Charlie (Manuel) Get The Blues? (NL East Preview)

    If a guy like me is ever gonna hook up with a woman again, let's face facts, I gotta try...hard. Dinners, movies, conversation and even, good God, caring are a prerequisite if I'm gonna get a female to stand even 5 minutes in my presence. The problem is I just can't muster the strength to give a crap anymore. Not about your cat, your friends, your job or anything to do with vampires and/or zombies. Thus I'm always looking for pickup lines as a form of weaseling my way in without all the heavy lifting. In the past I've borrowed from Kevin James' King of Queens character, "I don't know if you ladies watch Professional Roller Derby, but I'm Doug Heffernan" and comedian Doug Benson, "My penis just died can I bury it in your ass" with, as you might expect, widely varying degrees of success.

    This year I've decided to go with the line Arnold Poindexter used in Revenge of the Nerds on an Omega Moo sorority sister, "So would you rather live in the ascendancy of a civilization or it's decline?"; or as I'm paraphrasing, "So who do you like in the NL East?"

    The teams on the ascendancy here are the Braves and their young arms (Hanson, Beachy, Kimbrel, Venters) and the Nationals with the dynamic duo of Stephen Strasbourg and Bryce Harper creating perhaps overly lofty expectations. The team in decline would have to be the Phillies due to an aging and increasingly brittle infield. Though bringing the talents of Halladay, Lee and Hamels to the hill 3 out of every 5 days hardly makes this the Last Days of Rome. Meanwhile the Marlins play the part of the suddenly resource rich former third world country. A wild card that has to be taken seriously due to the money they've brought to the table. And as for the Mets in this analogy, well, one conjures up images of those African tribes that are discovered living untouched by civilization for thousands of years. Best just to pull closed the curtain and leave them blissfully unaware of just how bad they've got it.

    So here now is our NL East predictions with overlooked, but potentially key players noted in bold. Thanks for participating...

NL East (in order of finish)
Philadelphia Phillies-When a multi-millionaire, rock star, horn-dog like Mick Jagger tells me "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" it's a little hard to believe. Like Huey Lewis singing "I Wanna New Drug" (shut up and get back in your minivan Yuppie scum) or Gloria Gaynor saying "I Will Survive" (yeah, whatever happened to her?). But one look at Sir Mick's creased and craggy visage of late does at least lend some authenticity to the singing of "Mother's Little Helper"...Indeed it is a drag getting old.



    We were very tempted to put the Braves here, but the aforementioned starters coupled with a strong, shored up bullpen headed by Jonathan Papelbon and nasty Antonio "You Magnificent" Bastardo is enough to give them the nod. Still despite all the mound magnificence there seems to be some trepidation surrounding this team because of an aging and increasingly brittle everyday core.

    The entire right side of the infield will be on the DL to start the season. Ryan Howard being out until June and Chase Utley dealing with another nagging injury the likes of which have sent his once consistent numbers into a spiral the last two years. Throw in 36 year old Placido Polanco another player plagued by declining production and DL time and you have a growing problem in Philly which is only compounded by a pair of backup infielders in Michael Martinez and Freddy Galvis whose work in the batter box often evokes cries of "nice job, does your husband play?" from the Broad Street Phaithful. Mix in probable regression from 2011 surprise stars Shane Victorino and Carlos Ruiz and it seems possible even this killer staff could be wasted by a few bad breaks...or sprains...or hyperextensions.

    So for our key player we're going to create a three-headed monster of Laynce Nix/Domonic Brown/John Mayberry, Jr.. Ty Wiggington can suffice at 1B in the short term, Polanco is currently healthy and Victorino and Ruiz are expected to regress slightly not nosedive per most projections. That means the one big question mark, assuming Utley is not out longer than expected, is in LF where Mayberry will platoon with Nix/Brown. As the short side of the platoon Mayberry, who tweaked his stance last year and finally delivered on some of the power potential his lineage hints at, should be fine. Thus either Brown or Nix needs to step up in what is expected to be a very competitive division. Nix provides veteran pop, but also brings an abysmal .288 OBP to bear so the Phillies are hoping the 24 year old Brown starts to live up to his can't-miss prospect projection. Last year D-Bro turned around a poor K/BB ration first in Triple-A and then in 210 ABs at the major level. If Mayberry maintains most of the gains he made last year and Brown begins to flower it could be Party-Time at Pat's Cheesesteaks come October...then again it could...aw Hell we won't even say it.

Yes, it should be a tight one in the NL East race this year.

Atlanta Braves- An edition of the soon to be obsolete print edition of The Encyclopedia Britannica mentions that after retiring from politics ex-President John Adams liked to spend his days "admiring his prodigious manure pile which grew incrementally by the day." Many Atlanta fans have compared the 2011 Braves season to a pile of manure, but not because they admired it or it grew incrementally.

    In fact the Braves season more resembled the "Drunkards Walk Theory" which states that things like the stock market or a baseball season do not move in a straight line, but rather lurch forward and pitch backward like a drunk trying to make it home down a city sidewalk. The idea being I...er I mean...the drunk will eventually reach his destination, but in an irregular path of progress and decline. For the inebriated Bravos it was a positive looking 3 steps forward, 1 step backward until with 30 games left and a 9.5 game lead in the Wild Card the final round of Jello shots apparently kicked in and they didn't just stumble backwards, but off the curb and into a speeding bus eventually losing in the 13th inning of the last game of the season to send eventual World Series winner St. Louis to the playoffs and themselves to the golf course.

    The problen, of course, was the bats. ATL finished 23rd overall in runs scored and broken down sabermetrically they wound up an even worse 26th in True Average (TAv). Combine that with a middling defense and a young and talented, but overworked bullpen and you can see how a few bad bounces could skew short term results and lead to such a collapse. In short, the Braves had little  margin for error due to their offensive ineptitude and paid an unlucky price.

    This year it could be more of the same as the Braves thanks to the range challenged and Roberto Duran Hands-of-Stone duo of Freddie Freeman and Dan Uggla appear to be the worst defensive club in the division. Combine that with the fragility of the already DL-ed Chipper Jones, who's still arguably their most productive bat when healthy, and it could be another tight-rope walk to reach the playoffs.

    That said the guy who has to deliver is Jason Heyward. He may not be under the radar, but his precipitous decline from 3.9 WARP to 0.5 last year was more than enough to cost Atlanta the Wild Card. Good news is it was partially manifested by a decidedly low .260 BABIP. With even average luck on balls in play Heyward should add 1.5 to 2 wins to his total from last year. Now the question is will it be enough to not only catch the Phils, but hold off the hard charging Nats and Marlins.

The Braves used to play in Boston...right?

Miami Marlins-I can still remember my Mom sitting at the dinner table and proclaming that "beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes right to the bone"...then she turned away and started talking to my sister. In short you can slap a coat of concealer and a pushup bra on any Hollywood starlet and look good in the short term, but time will eventually seperate the timeless Christie Brinkley's and Jane Seymour's from the in seclusion for a reason Melanie Griffith's of the world (if only Antonio Banderas had such foresight). And that brings us to the new and supposedly improved Marlins.

    The key additions in Miami this year are Jose Reyes, Heath Bell and Mark Buehrle who combined with new manager Ozzie Guillen and the excitement over the grand opening of a state-of-the-art ballpark have led to expectations perhaps getting out of hand. After all this is essentially still a team that lost 92 games last year, hasn't made the playoffs since 2003 and plays in far and away the toughest division in the National League. Breaking the hype down further Reyes is arguably the biggest non-pitcher injury risk in all of baseball with a hammy that's been glazed so often you may as well toss a pineapple ring on top of it at this point and at 34 with a declining K rate, a ready to regress .269 BABIP and a move out of every pitcher's favorite park in S.D. is Heath Bell really that much of an upgrade over The Closer Formerly Known As Leo Nunez?

    Still there's plenty here to suggest that Miami will close the gap on the Braves and Phillies considerably and even vie for a WC spot. While not spectacular Mark Buerhle is as consistent as they come and could even see a bump in his numbers this year with a new league full of hitters who have yet to be baffled by his off-speed stuff, Hanley Ramirez is due for a rebound of sorts after providing no value in 2011 and the starting 4 at least is set and solid with Buehrle, Ricky Nolasco, Anibal Sanchez and Josh Johnson.

    Thus the key is the core that contributed to those 92 losses playing better. Giancarlo nee Mike Stanton is a monster, but may have trouble living up to his breakout 2011 so we'll call our key player LF Logan Morrison who needs to build off his 23 homer, .798 OPS season to compensate for any decline by Stanton and cover the Emilio Bonifacio/Chris Coghlan/Scott Cousins mess that will handle CF. Projections are that Morrison overshot his power last year, but the new park is expected to be left-handed power friendly and at 24 he's still young enough to build on prior success. In the end, though, we're not buying the hype coming outta South Beach and think the Marlins, while still worth a roll in the hay, are not the full season beauty some are making them out to be.

Washington Nationals-And speaking of hype...it is almost always a bad thing to get caught up in especially if it surrounds something new and unproven. Start believing every new flavor that comes out is the next great thing and before you know it you're wondering why you're sweating pit stains in your t-shirt carrying another milk crate full of Flock of Seagulls and Spandau Ballet vinyl records three flights up to your new apartment. As they say in Missouri "Show Me" and while we like the direction this team is going there's still a lot of speculation and only a smattering of proven substance.

    The pitching trio of Stephen Strasbourg, Jordan Zimmerman and Drew Storen coupled with the eventual first coming of the Savior Bryce Harper has things moving along in the right direction, but the buzz surrounding these guys tends to deflect attention from several shortcomings. First off the middle of the field is weak with only 2B Danny Espinosa's glove projecting as a real asset when taking into account the potential value of Espinosa, SS Ian Desmond, and CFs Roger Bernadina and Rick Ankiel. The Sage of the Second Division First Basemen Adam LaRoche unexcitingly mans one corner and while Ryan Zimmerman in the hotter of the two corners is a true star the recently back from being kidnapped C Wilson Ramos and LF Michael Morse look like regression candidates in 2012. That makes our key player RF Jayson Werth. No he's never going back to the 5+ win player he was in Philly, but nagging injuries and a 62 point BABIP drop last year suggest better things at the plate this year. If Werth can adequately fill a 3-4-5 hole and things break right there could be meaningful baseball into the fall in D.C. But until Strasbourg shows he can handle an extended workload and Harper proves himself vs. MLB pitching we're taking a Costco type approach, that is we'll sample the hype, but we're not buying just yet.

New York Mets-Two words: Sandy Alderson...alright that's one name, but the point is clear. The Mets are done with the free spending, Hispanic-fication of the roster as attempted by Omar Minaya and into a full-fledged rebuilding mode. And Alderson appears to be as good a man as they could get for the job.

    From 1983-97 GM Alderson's Oakland A's went to 3 World Series (winning one) and one ALCS after slowly rebuilding a team that had lost 94 games in 1982 and restocking its farm system. At his next stop in San Diego he put together 2 Division winners in 5 years. By no means is his record spotless, but after Minaya and the chubby chasing likes of Steve Phillips it's nice to know there's a guy with some proven success calling the shots at Citi Field.

    The Mets aren't gonna win this year or even next so we're not going to go into particulars, but if you want a key player try Johan Santana on for size. Already Alderson has cleared the multi-million dollar likes of Carlos Beltran, K-Rod, Luis Castillo, Jose Reyes and...God help us all...Oliver Perez off the books and getting someone to take Santana off their hands would be a bonus. He's signed through 2013, but the problem is coming off a year lost to major surgery no one knows what to expect. He'll be 36 by the time the Mets figure to contend so the idea of dropping all or a portion of his salary while getting some young talent in return is one that plays into the overall scheme here. Santana was ready to go Opening Day so things are starting off right. And who knows maybe this time that light at the end of the tunnel in Flushing Meadows isn't the D-Train.

And one to temporarily distract you Mets fans...

Done. We'll try to update once a week with our insights...and yes more pictures...so stop on back. Beer...what a good idea!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Dumbest Guy In The Room

    On May 12th John Demjanjuk, a 91 year-old former guard at Sobibor Concentration Camp, was convicted in Munich on 27,900 counts of accessory to murder for his part in Hitler's "Final Solution". At sentencing, though, he was given a mere five years meaning between time served, good behavior and Germany's liberal penal code this murdering SOB could be on the streets in 18 months just itching to kill again. According to news reports the judge was apparently swayed by Mr. Demjanjuk's pleas for mercy in which he cited his advanced age, his infirmity and claimed that, "at least I'm no Lenny Dykstra". Indeed.

    For even against the incredibly low moral bar set by his peer group Dykstra may ultimately be the worst person in the history of sports. Sure O.J. might have turned Nicole Brown into a cadaverous Pez dispenser, an anatomy challenged Rae Carruth did try to abort his unborn child by shooting his girlfriend in the face, drug lord wannabe "Bam" Morris pushed more herb than Emeril-which might explain his nickname come to think of it-and Lawrence Phillips is serving 10 to 15  for attempting to run down a teenage flag football referee with his SUV (in his defense we didn't see the call), but by the time they're finished tallying "Lootin'" Lenny's mounting list of felonies it seems they'll make these indiscretions seem no worse than my misdemeanor for drunkenly peeing on the Grassy Knoll at Dealey Plaza while declaring myself the "Second Shooter".

    In fact the mere thought that Dykstra has usurped the title of "Biggest Criminal on the 1986 Mets" of Strawberry, Gooden, Backman and McDowell fame is frightening enough. Kinda like being the nuttiest kid on Growing Pains, though in Tracey Gold and Andrew "Boner" Koenig's defense I might have stuck a finger down my throat or gun to my head had I had to listen to Kirk Cameron's puzzlingly pious proselytizing for 6 seasons as well.

    Rather than ramble on though let's look at a timeline of the dirty deeds of this delinquent of the diamond, a collection that I think you'll agree could almost make Michael Vick look like St. Francis of Assisi:

1991: Drunk Driving. Ah yes the "Gateway Crime" for our ballin' bad boys. Lenny left John Kruk's bachelor party at 1 A.M. on May 7th and promptly wrapped his Mercedes, himself and passenger Darren Daulton around an oak tree in Radnor, PA resulting in numerous injuries and a breathalyzer reading of .179 or more than twice the legal limit which prompted many a sports fan to wonder..."someone is actually marrying John Kruk?" Years later when asked if he'd lost money in any of Dykstra's failed business ventures the aforementioned Daulton, who has written a book on Numerology and told sports radio listeners he believes in the Mayan prophecy of the world ending in 2012, responded- "what am I f---ing crazy?"

1992: Lenny "tilts" worse than Mike Matusow getting "rivered" in the Tower of Pisa during a weekend poker session losing $88,000 to a Mississippi gambler and winds up with a year's probation from Commissioner Fay Vincent upon discovery of the incident.

1999: Retired and owner of a string of successful car washes the then married Dykstra propositions a 17 year old employee. The subsequent sexual harassment suit is settled out of court and somewhere Luis Polonia lamented the loss of another potential Date Night "go-to" couple.

2003: The Len-Man enters the stock touting game. Considering he once told Billy Beane he stopped reading in High School because it was bad for his batting eye it's hard to see him pouring over Quarterly Reports and Balance Sheets with any diligence. Yet his website claims fantastic returns and Jim Cramer "boo-yahs" him into a Guest Analyst spot on the TheStreet.com while declaring him a "financial genius" which no doubt made the likes of Warren Buffett and Steve Forbes feel considerably de-valued. Later it would be discovered that Dykstra's claim of having a 100% success rate on the stocks in his online portfolio was due to the fact that he only "sold" equities out of that portfolio that increased in value. All the losers rolled over month after month waiting for a turnaround at which point, if it ever came, Lenny would sell and declare another winner. Kinda the way I still consider that stash of Dave Magadan rookie cards a potential asset when calculating my net value.

    And before we move on let me take a moment to provide a public service warning by espousing my theory on any ex-athlete that gets into high profile sales. In short I find it analogous to the married guy who's at the gym working out 6 days a week. You just know he's up to something. I mean the game's over, guy, take off the uniform. And when they can't it's best to keep yourself and your money as far away as possible.

2006: With the car wash business falling apart faster than the plot of '70's porn film Dykstra partner Lindsay Jones goes public with allegations that Lenny used steroids in the '90's and advised him when to bet on the Phillies with the winnings serving as payment for loans. Dykstra immediately denies the steroid allegations only...

2007: ...to find himself included prominently in the Mitchell Report whose claims he refutes only...

2007: ...to be featured one week later in the Jason Grimsley affadavit on sales of steriods to MLB players.

2008: Undaunted, in the first half of the year, Dykstra launches plans for a high-end magazine aimed at the needs of professional athletes called Player's Club, opens up Nails Investments, a financial planning company that frankly sounds like a Korean money laundering scheme, and buys Wayne Gretzky's mansion for $18 million with loans from Countrywide and Washington Mutual, a literal Who's Who of the Sub-Prime Mortgage disaster. Then on September 18 the stock market goes into it's worst tailspin since the Great Depression and the Dykstra empire slides into the biggest spiral this side of the day ABC decides to move Cougar Town from it's post-Modern Family timeslot.

2009: After having $58 million in assets in 2008 Lenny files for bankruptcy claiming less the $50K in the black and over $25 million in the red. His wife files for divorce, he is charged with credit card fraud, gets barred from his properties and in the harshest sibling treatment this side of Abel and the Unabomber (who, with new reports surfacing that big bro wants the FBI to look at him for the 1980's Tylenol Poisoning case, has been "fingered" by his brother as often as an Appalachian Beauty Queen) Lenny's brother's go on record in the press as saying he "deserves to pay" and should do jail time.

2010:  Lenny meets the girl of my dreams, an escort who agrees to take a check (I knew she was out there), named Monica Foster. When the check bounces Foster posts it on the Web and pleads with the Internet community to help her gain restitution. After the laughter subsides LD gets charged with sexual assault on his housekeeper which combined with his bankruptcy proceedings qualified him to be either a guest of the State of California at San Quentin or Chief of the International Monetary Fund depending on available openings.

2011 "Nails" is nailed again in California on charges of possesion of cocaine and ecstasy. At his arraignment the judge labels him a "drugged up danger" which in a strange twist just happens to be the vanity license plates issued to Courtney Love. When the destitute Dykstra can't go his bail rumors swirl that more successful mess Charlie Sheen comes to his aid. Though Sheen's publicist denies the charge the self-proclaimed "Rock Star from Mars" does tweet, "my dear friend Nails is a fellow Vatican Assasin and his best friend is a Warlock!" Not the type of stuff you want coming up at your parole hearing, but thoughtful just the same.

    And so here is the point where I'm supposed to rant about how Lenny Dykstra's sordid situation proves that we're all idiots for wasting our time, emotions and hard-earned money on moral reprobates who care not one wit about the conventions of society or the people who worship them and/or the games they play, but in fact this story, I believe, has proved the opposite. Dykstra very well may be the worst person to ever play professional sports, but, steroid allegations aside, we did like and respect him as a ballplayer because he was successful in a world governed by hard and fast rules where over time winners and losers are proven fairly and equivocally. In the real world this happens, not so much. BS, lying, back stabbing, ass kissing, nepotism, who you are and not what you are all factor into the equation. And in that environment Lenny Dykstra, but for his overwhelming greed, nearly pulled off the con job of the century. So watch your sports, play in a Rec league, beat up the video games and for an hour or two win or lose on your own merit because tomorrow some humorless, functional illiterate, substance abusing, womanizer is sure to be trying to get his hand in your pocket...and, believe me, not in the good way.

The face of a "Financial Genius"

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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Another Day In Stinktown

Sorry for the delay in posting, but due to recent High School sports hazing incidents coaches in our school district were required to attend two Sensitivity Training seminars this year. Since many of the incidents, inexplicably, feature sodomy the Psychologist running our meeting attempted to explain that this was the heterosexual BMOC's way of protecting their turf...Now I'm no Doctor, but it would seem to me that if word got out that teammates were rammin' things up each others butts, at say football training camp, pretty soon every Glee watching "Friend of Dorothy" in the school would be going out for the team. Or to paraphrase the old Bob Nelson bit you'd wind up with no "Tight Ends" and 27 "Wide Receivers".

    In addition the lecturer brought some items that he said were commonly used in these rituals including a broom handle, a pine cone and golf balls. Now the first one I could understand, but the latter two seem to require the "sodom-er" to get rather personal. I went to a predominantly Irish Catholic school and all I could imagine is getting a Titleist halfway to some whiskey-dicked Micks large intestine only to have him let out a cabbage fart and they'd have lop my arm off at the elbow before I ever felt comfortable again.

    But I'm just saying...

    As for our more traditional writing please check back in the next day or so for our sarcastic look at the New York Mets which I believe will be both whimisical and enlightening. Which I'm sure is what you come for...But just in case...
"I take Ryan Braun"..."I take uh...uh...Gabe Kapler?"
My vote for Philly's 5th starter.