The O’Malley family has re-settled in San Diego, pouring their finances and baseball savvy into the perennial basement dweller Padres. While the DBags and Dodgers have opted for the glitterati and sparkle of the “superstar” front office, I am more enthralled by the past success of the O’Malleys and their current moves.
After winning their first and only series of the season, the Giants are flying over parched AZ and onto sunny San Diego. The Padres were smart to schedule their one and only weekend homestand v. the Giants on a weekend so close to San Francisco’s own opening day. That means less Giants fans descending upon AT&T South from the Bay Area, excepting those of us who already live down this way and refuse to go to Chavez Latrine.
Let’s see how our boys fare against the new Poodres, who dropped 2 against the Dodgers.
We’ve waited through a warm winter, soaking in the news of the new Cubs, Padres and Dodgers.
We’ve watched free agents go to other teams, a few opting to stay away from the 3x World Champions.
Now, we’ll see the fruits of every front office maneuver, the handiwork of “Dream Team” front offices and fantasize about foot long hotdogs and jalapeno cheese gut busting fries.
Then we’ll sit back and watch our boys, the San Francisco Giants. It’s the same as it has been for the last six years or so, minus the blockbuster bank breaking Aaron Rowand type signings. Our front office made a few moves and we lost our beloved Panda who, during Spring Training, made us realize that the piles of food that went into his mouth would make its exit as a giant, loudmouthed and unclassy belch. So long, Pablo. We wanted to keep our great memories of you. You could have been like Juan Uribe, who still gets cheers despite wearing the Dodger blue. Now we’ll just ship you off into obscure Brett Butlerville.
Meanwhile, we have a season to enjoy. This is an off year, whatever that means.
Welcome to JDR, and get your fingers ready, set go…
…before the season begins, when our beloved boys of the WC orange and black take to the stadium out in the desert. There will be splashing in the outfield, where the DBags, so insecure that the fans would be content with mere baseball, installed a kidney shaped pool and bar. (They should really swap that thing with the LA Angels, who have leftovers from Big Mountain Railroad in their outfield. The rust colored fake rocks look more AZ-ish).
The starting pitching and lineup are all set, and things have been coming together quite nicely. There are some pieces missing, which lend to the late spring-training drama. Will it be Kontos or Machi? Is Justin Maxwell going to be a sure thing? And will Matt Duffy get rewarded for an excellent spring training?
Whilst we await the answer, lettuce (hehe) not forget that the personal A’s fan World Series takes place during the end of the week. The Bay Bridge series in any form becomes unpalatable when Ray Fosse is at the mike, but let the cross bay folk have their fun. It’s a great chance to see all the high school stars in the A’s starting lineup before that big let down in the first round of post-season play. Amirite?
The stadium is opening to the welcoming scent of grilled hotdogs, melting lipstick from this year’s model of baseball groupies and the colorful collection of orange and black fans clustered onto their seats. We are all looking for a glimpse of Madbum, a new Tim Lincecum, the patched up Matt Cain and the rest of our boys.
Let the games begin.
It’s only spring training, and we face that mossback green and yellow of the Oakland A’s. If the clown colors fail to make your toes curl, then perhaps the memories of overflowing sewage, trolling fans and playoff failures will. This time, however, the A’s will come with Barry Zito. Forget all those horrible seasons. He was our guy in 2012.
Let’s give him a hand.
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New rules this year will speed the games. Clocks on the scoreboard and behind the plate will check the time between innings. If a pitcher hasn’t finished his warm up pitches when the alarm goes off, too bad. Also I believe batters will be timed as they walk up and dig in; and pitchers will be timed as they respond. The players may get fined if they dog it. Be interesting to see Pablo Sandoval in Boston doing his batter’s-box dance in double-time.
A clock, in baseball? Well, it applies mainly when time has already been called. If time’s in, what’s wrong with a clock to make sure the delay doesn’t drag on? I suspect it’ll work out fine, more or less the way replay worked out.
Some bad things happened. One of the oddest I know about occurred during an a’s v. Blue Jays game on 7/3. Bases loaded, the Blue Jay batter hit a ball to the firstbaseman, who tried to tag the runner going from first to second. The umpire at second indicated that the tag had missed, so the firstbaseman hurled the ball home, where it arrived before the runner from third did, and the catcher had his foot on the plate. Force out at home, right? No. The Jays’ manager challenged the call on his runner going to second, claiming that he was OUT, therefore the run counted because there was no longer a force play at home. After a 4 1/2 minute replay, the umps agreed with the Jays’ manager — runner on second was out before reaching the bag, and the run counted because the catcher hadn’t tagged the guy who came home. Think the catcher was happy about that turn of events?
But some good things happened, too, including one of the most beautiful DPs in World Series History. Best part about that long replay review was that every viewer in the world got to see Panik and Crawford in slomo over and over making that wonderful play.
Change is only something new. Progress, well progress is ok.
I spent some insomniac time researching the international signing bonus “pools” and “slots”–the system mlb and the union have devised to regulate the int’l market for young players until they figure out how to build an extraterritorial draft (or until they figure out a better provisional non-draft system–because this one sucks). Teams get ranked by record, as in the regular draft, so that the recent winners like the a’s and Giants have less money in their “pool” to pay for signings. (Teams get sliding-scale “slot” money too, which they can “trade.” Someone else can track that down.)
Anyway, the top “pool,” for Houston or some team like that, was slightly over $5M last year. “Slot” amounts are lower, so you’re looking at less than $10M max, I guess. There’s a penalty, or tax, imposed if a team blows by its pool amount. So, not being able to sign 19-year old Yoan Moncada to a major league contract under the new system, a team will need to pay him a $40M (est.) “signing bonus.” That team, apparently, then would have to pay as much as a 100% penalty. Here’s what I think is the strange part–the tax money goes into an ancillary mlb fund used to develop international operations. Nobody expected that fund to grow large, so it’s not clear what mlb will do with the $40M Moncada windfall.
BaseballAmerica and Fangraphs both have a bunch of detailed articles on this stuff. I haven’t sorted out how the US government’s relaxed approach to Cuban players (announced last week, I believe) further throws the signing-bonus system out of balance.
$80M–for a 19 year old? Perhaps there’s a silver lining: maybe after signing he’ll get no more than the mlb minimum $1/2M in salary for a few years, keeping the lucky team under the entirely separate luxury tax cap. But that’s a guess.
I welcome additional scholarship on these issues. (This effort cured my insomnia.)
Just too clear; just in time for the 2015 Super Bowl. Junior Seau, 1969 — 2012, has been inducted into the nfl HOF. RIP.
Maybe I’m getting old, but I don’t enjoy football as much as I used to. Seems as if every series of downs there’s a guy limping off, or being carted off, the field.
Pitchers and catchers report soon. Let those games begin.