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Shit I Didn’t Talk About This Week

August 16, 2008

I’d like to dedicate Saturdays to telling you about all the shit I should’ve told you about earlier in the week but didn’t, either because I’m lazy or because instead I got drunk and bought shoes on the internet (I hate when that happens but sometimes a girl needs a pair of ridiculous 70s-style beige platform sandals).

There are quite a few things I didn’t tell you about this week. The good thing is that you probably know about all of them already. You know about the alleged underage Chinese gymnasts. I say there are three options for that hot mess: (1) the IOC and gymnastics people enforce the freakin’ age limit already in a serious way that might involve X-rays (Sanja Gupta says that works for determining age within a few months and I don’t see how else they can do it when corrupt governments are free to falsify documents); (2) the IOC and gymnastics people determine that they’re unwilling or unable to enforce the freakin’ age limit already and get rid of it; or (3) things continue as is and the sport of gymnastics is de-listed from the Master List of Sports and everybody in the world stops giving a rat’s ass about it. Period, end of story. You also know that the planets have aligned such that the Cubs and the Angels are on their way to the World Series, where they will each win three games and then the Angels will win this thing (I know I picked them last year, but whatever, I’m always a year early with my baseball predictions — see also Morneau, Justin in the Home Run Derby).

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Even Faith Day Doesn’t Help Rox

August 11, 2008

The Colorado Rockies are a Christian organization. I’ve mentioned what I refer to as “Rockies 4 Jesus” before. That post contained a link to the USA Today article about the team and Christianity. I also wrote about Rockies Faith Day last year.

Back when the team was doing well, they gave a shout out to the man upstairs in the USA Today article:

While praising their players, Rockies executives make clear they believe God has had a hand in the team’s improvement.

“You look at things that have happened to us this year,” O’Dowd says. “You look at some of the moves we made and didn’t make. You look at some of the games we’re winning. Those aren’t just a coincidence. God has definitely had a hand in this.”

Yesterday, this year’s Faith Day game was a disaster. A crowd of 45,660, including many who attended with church groups, couldn’t get the Power of Christ to compel the Rockies to stop sucking.

I don’t know if new pitcher Livan Hernandez, who got lit up yesterday, is a raging heathen the likes of which the team hasn’t seen since my pal Jose Mesa. How do you explain the horrible Faith Day game? How do you explain this year’s extravaganza of suck?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it here, just to be clear: I have nothing against Christianity or Christians or religion or faith (unless you try to impose your view of what’s right on others, because that is incredibly disrespectful and just wrong). I will say that I just don’t get it. As someone on the outside of Christianity looking in, I don’t understand why, last year, O’Dowd said that God “had a hand” in the team doing well. Aside from the obvious questions (God really has nothing better to do? Why you guys? Proximity to heaven? Wait, what?), doesn’t a team doing well result from the actions of the players, not God?

On the flip side, if you give God credit when things go well, do you also blame God when things don’t? Will O’Dowd or Clint Hurdle come out this year and say, hey, God really let us down this season. As part of the Faith Day festivities, Charlie Monfort and Seth Smith gave “testimony,” we featured “Christian rock music superstar Steven Curtis Chapman,” and you couldn’t keep us from being pounded (16-7!) by the crappy Padres? Really God? What’s up with that?

I guess God is busy with the Angels this year.

Rockies At-Bat Music 2008

August 8, 2008

Here’s my very, VERY late 2008 post about the at-bat music of the Colorado Rockies. You can read last year’s post here (and there’s a lot of good stuff in the comments, including a discussion of other songs played during games).

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Just once, you get to be an athlete’s pal.

August 5, 2008

“Just once, everyone should be able to make an inanimate object come to life and be his pal.” -Dave Eggers

When I read that a few years ago, I thought it was funny. When I really thought about it, I realized that the inanimate object I would like to bring to life to be my pal was an owl from the top of the Harold Washington Library in Chicago. That building is crazy and cool as hell, kind of like Ozzie Guillen. Anyway, I thought about all the fun things my gigantic metal owl friend and I could do together, but eventually I realized that he wouldn’t be able to fit through the revolving door at, say, the Berghoff, which was a totally respectable place to go for lunch back in the day when I worked in the area (they used to have stuffed shells that were a surprising and delicious vegetarian offering for a traditional German restaurant). That’s kind of a bummer. How can I enjoy my meal in those circumstances?

Goggles!

What if, instead of making an inanimate object come to life and be your pal, you could have an athlete be your pal? And by “pal” I mean pal. I’m not talking about someone you want to interview or pretend to be buddies with only to punch him in the face when he’s not expecting it or have sex with or any of that. I mean someone you want to just be buddies with for like a week. It would be cool if you picked someone who isn’t obvious, like Gilbert Arenas. I’m sure everybody wants to hang out with Gilbert Arenas.

So who is the athlete I’d like to befriend, and what would we do? I’ll tell you after the jump, and there even are a couple crappy pictures I took myself (because I heard that pictures are cool). And video! Come join the party! Doesn’t it look like fun? Read the rest of this entry »

Yeah, I touched it.

August 4, 2008

Here’s a video.

Griffey to the White Sox

July 31, 2008

I’m hearing that the White Sox have acquired Ken Griffey, Jr. It looks like he has approved the deal, which has the Sox sending Danny Richar and Nick Masset to the Reds. I like!

Rockies Trade Watch

July 30, 2008

As the MLB trade deadline approaches (it’s 2:00 p.m. tomorrow, Colorado time), I’m getting a little antsy. I always worry about trade deadlines and what might happen with my teams. The Rockies present an interesting situation in terms of this season — are they buyers or are they sellers?

Troy Renck of The Denver Post thinks that depends on tonight’s game. If the Rockies win, they might not do anything. If the Rockies lose, they’re sellers (specifically, they’re sellers of closer Brain Fuentes). The possibility of one game deciding the course this team will be on for the rest of the season terrifies me.

My feelings on Brian Fuentes have been mixed. I flat-out loved him for a while. He was, like Bobby Jenks, a reliable closer. Around the All-Star break last season, things started to go wrong. He went on the DL and after his return, he lost the closer spot to Manny Corpas for a while. This year, he didn’t get off to a strong start. Eventually, though, he returned to form and has become a reliable closer again. He’s been lights out. Maybe it’s just that he’s healthy or maybe he’s been motivated by the thought of being traded (my guess is that he doesn’t want to be traded at all, partly because the Rockies players like him and partly because he wants to be a closer and most if not all of the teams interested in him already have established closers and he’d end up as a set-up guy).

There’s no question that Fuentes is valuable. Right now, the issue seems to be that the Rockies think he’s more valuable than other teams think he is and, as a result, the price for him might be so high that nobody will offer a deal the Rockies would accept. A loss to the Pirates today (which would be three in a row) might tip the balance away from keeping Fuentes or getting someone awesome for him and in favor of doing something, anything to shore up the starting pitching.

So we’ll see what happens. I don’t think the Rockies are likely to make any other moves. There’s a chance they might trade Yorvit Torrealba, who hasn’t gotten much playing time since Chris Ianetta has been playing well. I still love Yorvit, so I’d hate to see this happen, but he could be a solid option at catcher for a team that needs one. I don’t think they’ll move Matt Holliday or Garrett Atkins. There’s no reason to nail the coffin shut just yet when you’re in such a crappy division, you know?

As for the White Sox, I have no idea. I hope they do something to bolster their inconsistent offense. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Juan Uribe. That said, I also wouldn’t be surprised if they pulled off some last-minute, blockbuster deal. The way things have been going in Minnesota, I wouldn’t mind that one bit.

The New Mailman

July 23, 2008

Usually when I sit down to write a post, which is increasingly rare these days I know, unless it’s a super-short update about what Jake Plummer is doing today or where Julius Hodge is playing, I really, really make an effort to write something that is thoughtful, interesting, accurate, and reasonably well written. As a professional editor by day, I am ridiculously hard on writing, all the time (honestly, I wish I could turn off the “editor” part of my brain sometimes, because it makes it hard to enjoy most writing). So it’s only natural that I’m ridiculously hard on my own writing. This is why I haven’t yet written the novel that’s been floating around in my head for YEARS — my expectations of it are so high that anything, even a stupid stream-of-consciousness pretend first draft is soooo awful I can’t even live with myself for having written it and I get really embarrassed for myself even though nobody else will ever see it and then I just go have some beer and forget about it entirely, until I’m lying in bed trying to go to sleep, which usually takes a while and is the time that, without fail, every single day, I inhabit the world of my novel that I hope will exist someday.

So this is also why, now that I’m not taking Adderall every day, I have a hard time posting here. It’s really hard for me to organize my thoughts enough to write something coherent and thoughtful, interesting, accurate, and reasonably well written. Because that’s not how my mind, in its natural state, actually works. And when I’m not on Adderall, I’d rather sit on the couch and talk shit about eyeglasses, road trips, and the next tattoo I want to get than actually look shit up on the internet and write a post.

But fuck it all. This is my stupid blog, and I guess I can do what I want. So here is an unmedicated, buzzed off of two beers (I’ve been seriously cutting back lately, so this is a pretty good buzz), unresearched and spur-of-the-moment shitty post.

I want to talk about Jermaine Dye. If you’re a White Sox fan, you love Jermaine Dye. If you’re not a White Sox fan but you’re a fan of MLB in general or some other team, you probably don’t even know who Jermaine Dye is, do you? Well, that’s kind of disgraceful, because Jermaine Dye is one of the best players in MLB today. He was up for that last-minute All-Star spot, which he lost to Evan Longoria (WTF?). I went on that stupid website and voted for Jermaine Dye (even though you had to uncheck the “get updates from monster.com” thing and put in the stupid CAPTCHA code every. single. time) early and often. And I’m from Chicago, so I know about voting early and often. Because who in the hell is Evan Longoria (right now, as we speak, someone in Tampa is writing a blog post about how Evan Longoria is really awesome and MLB fans who don’t know about him are a disgrace and is it okay for me to say right now that I’m really jealous of the devil ray petting zoo tank thing they have at their field because that is the shit)? Jermaine Dye deserved to be on the All Star team. He deserved it more than the 900 Yankees and Red Sox who made it and who piss me off because there are too many Yankees and Red Sox and Cubs fans and the White Sox will never get that much love.

Here’s the thing. You know how every day except Sunday, you get your mail? And every day, unless you don’t pay your bill, your home has electricity and heat and MLB Extra Innings and shit like that? Do you ever really think about the people who make that all possible? Do you think about the guys who put in the cable wires or the people connecting your iPhone to shit or the mailman? And I know that there already was a mailman — Karl Malone, yada yada I always thought he was cool but now he lives in the boonies and like hunts and shit, which I totally don’t approve of but that’s really beside the point. Anyway, Jermaine Dye is the invisible guy who gets everything done and keeps the White Sox running. He doesn’t get all the glory. The glory is reserved for people like my future husband Carlos Quentin or the most hated man in MLB AJ Pierzinski or, well, Ozzie Guillen because let’s face it not many White Sox players get any glory at all.

So anyway, this is my long and ADD-related way of saying that Jermaine Dye is the mailman. He always delivers. Rain or sleet or what-the-fuck ever, you can rely on him to make a crazy-ass catch like he did this afternoon or get a big hit or do whatever you need so your team and your city can function like normal. The guys who keep you functioning like normal don’t get that much credit or recognition from anybody. But maybe they should.

Summer is for baseball.

July 9, 2008

Well, it’s starting again. The fall catalogs have arrived, showing plaid wool skirts that I might’ve worn back when I listened to the Jesus and Mary Chain and big clunky Frye boots. And the sports people are starting to talk about football.

Granted, the local radio guys never really stopped talking about football. I guess that’s what happens when your local baseball team sucks ass, your local basketball team was a big disappointment, and there’s not much else to talk about. I’ve heard more about the Broncos in the last month than I care to hear about, well, ever. (I officially broke up with the Broncos this summer — we’ll get some ice cream and I’ll tell you all about it soon.) But now it’s kind of everywhere. People are talking about Brett Favre and fantasy football and shit, I’m just not ready for that. People, it’s summer! It’s baseball time!

As a flaky person with ADD, I’m always doing shit and thinking about 100 other things. It’s really hard for me to (and this sounds like total new-agey bullshit and for that, I apologize) um, “be in the moment.” But for some reason, I can be in the moment with sports. Totally and completely. It’s kind of like running, you know? When you’re running, you might be listening to your iPod and watching a game with the closed captioning on, but you’re really just running. There’s not a whole lot of room in your head for anything else — or at least that’s how it is for me, because let’s face it, I’m not all that good at running, but I do it because it’s hard.

That’s how it is with me and sports. At any point, the sport that is in season is my favorite sport ever. When it’s summer, I’m watching baseball. I’m not thinking about the upcoming football season, or about what the Nuggets might do (although I do sometimes hope they don’t trade Marcus Camby). Baseball is my boyfriend and I’m not thinking about other sports. Baseball and I spend almost every evening together and I get pissed on Saturdays when that stupid exclusive Fox deal keeps my team away from me. I go to Coors Field at least three or four times a month and drink beer and yell and get in trouble for giving kids water guns that they use to squirt unsuspecting strangers, some of whom aren’t all that cool.

It’s the height of summer right now, and nothing is on my sports mind except baseball. This even is a good summer, if you can believe that. Sure, my Rockies suck, but that’s more than made up for by the fact that my White Sox are in first place. I’m dreaming about a White Sox/Cubs World Series (hoping for it but dreading it, too).

Fall is for sweaters and chili and skinny scarves and football and pumpkins, mornings with fresh coffee setting my lineup and waiting for the 11:00 kickoff. Winter is my crappy fantasy team, a nice porter or stout, and running from the Auraria Campus parking lot to the Pepsi Center because we just missed tipoff and is for football and basketball. Spring is basketball and then baseball.

But summer belongs to baseball alone. I love baseball so much there’s not room for anticipation of what’s to come next. Now, I love watching the tiny Alexei Ramirez hit balls out of the park, listening to Hawk Harrelson talk his magic, riding my bike to Coors Field and getting nachos and a Snake Dog IPA at Blake Street after the game before riding home to the ‘hood (and lately hoping nobody gets shot).

So I guess I’ll just be late for the party. I don’t want to think about Randy Moss just yet. He’ll still be there when I need to put my fantasy team together the night before the NFL season starts. For now, I just want to hang out with Carlos Quentin.

Hey, just as I was writing that, he hit a home run. See? Summer is for baseball.

Scott Podsednik: pretend there’s only one “d”

May 19, 2008

Here is a friendly note for Rockies fans and Rockies announcers: Scott Podsednik’s last name is pronounced puh-SED-nik. In the alternative, do it like they did in this episode of The Dugout: “Poe said Nick.” The important thing is that you don’t pronounce the first “d” in Podsednik. Pretend it’s not even there.

I’m going to try to be better about updating this site, I promise. The Rockies at-bat music post is still really popular, so I plan to post an updated 2008 version after Wednesday’s game. I’ll also (hopefully) tell you about why I’m completely in favor of trading Carmelo Anthony.

I can fix you, Manny Corpas.

May 9, 2008

Since I quit taking Adderall, I haven’t been much good at sitting down to write a post. On the plus side, I’m a much nicer person in real life. So there’s that. This is a lame attempt to get back into it.

One of the best things about being a sports fan is the sheer delusion. As a (kind of crazy, I’ll admit it) sports fan, one of my favorite things to believe even though I know it isn’t true is that I can somehow affect the game. Don’t you do that? If you wear your “lucky” jersey that you haven’t washed even though some asshole spilled beer on it that one time at Blake Street, your team will win. If you mercilessly heckle Barry Bonds until you almost get thrown out of Coors Field, which happens to you more often than it happens to most people, your team will win. If you make sure your hands aren’t touching each other when the enemy team attempts a free throw, they will miss. If you make sure your hands are elaborately linked together when your team attempts a free throw, they will make it. (That’s weird, but I honestly believed it for a while.)

You don’t want to admit any of these things to anyone, because, yeah, it makes you look a little crazy. But I’m totally okay with that.

My latest “I can affect the game” project is Manny Corpas. Here’s what I know about Manny Corpas — he’s really young. I saw him pitch his first-ever game for the Rockies. This was back in the day, when Jose Mesa was still here, and from what I understand, Jose Mesa was instrumental in shaping these young guys in the bullpen. But Jose Mesa’s not here any more. I don’t even know where he is — probably at home with Mirla and the kids in the Dominican Republic, because he sure as hell isn’t playing for anyone in MLB and that, my friends, is a travesty. But Manny came on like gangbusters, eventually taking over the closer position from a wonky and “injured” emo kid, Brian Fuentes. (Have you listened to his intro. music? Eesh.)

But Manny has had his struggles. Last year, I figured that what Manny needs is confidence. Of course, that doesn’t prove that I’m some kind of psychological mastermind or anything. You have a young kid doing something awesome and kicking ass, and it’s a matter of logic that when something goes wrong, which it is prone to do, his confidence will suffer. So last year I decided that to help build Manny’s confidence, I’d hang around the bullpen and yell at him.

If you’ve been to Coors Field, you know that it’s not hard to wander over and get a good view of the bullpens. From the first level, it’s like you’re Juliet looking down from your balcony to a handful of surly Romeos, complete with sunflower seeds and mitts waiting to get into the action. Last year, I started going over there and yelling “Manny Corpas!” from time to time. When he heard me, he’d turn and kind of do this sort of half-wave thing, with his hand by his head, something between a wave and a salute. Totally charming. Manny is awesome. If you’ve ever watched him in the bullpen, you see how it works. For a while, he sits there and tries to look nonchalant. But eventually, you catch him looking up and scanning the crowd. I’m convinced that he does this because, like any young guy, he wants someone to notice him. So I decided that I would notice him like it was my job.

Manny has been struggling this year, so much so that it looks like the closer job is back in the grasp of southpaw Brian Fuentes. So when I was at the game this Wednesday, I realized that it was time for me to fix Manny Corpas. Because I can affect the game. And I know what Manny Corpas needs.

So I wandered over to the bullpen. Manny was sitting there, and it looked like he had sunflower seeds, an energy drink, and chewing tobacco. (I tried to deny that the tobacco was his, but it was right next to him on the bench and it probably was.) When he looked like he was listening, I yelled “Manny!!!” and waved. This time he waved back, like he wasn’t even trying to be subtle. That was cool. Ryan Speier was getting warmed up and I kind of like him and his quasi-sidearm style that looks like he’s pushing, rather than throwing, the ball, but I never yelled at Ryan Speier. That’s because I was there only for Manny Corpas.

I decided right then that he was my new all-time favorite relief pitcher. If you know anything about me, you know that I’m ridiculously, to the point of being dysfunctional, loyal to my all-time favorite relief pitchers. And the good thing about Manny Corpas is that he worked with Jose Mesa, if only briefly. So there’s that.

So at Coors Field, I’ll always go over to the bullpen, but I’ll only cheer for Manny Corpas. You can’t cheer for everyone in there, or else it isn’t special. I cheered for Manny on Wednesday, but after Speier pitched, they brought Brian Fuentes into the bullpen. As soon as he showed up, Manny threw his cup full of sunflower seeds on the ground and left. I think he was pissed. I wonder if those guys hate each other, or tolerate each other through a series of sideways glances and subtle clubhouse barbs.

Brian Fuentes almost gave me a heart attack that game, but he pulled it together and the Rockies won their first game in like 100 years. I made fun of his intro. music for a good 15 minutes. Cheer up, emo kid.

Beisbol?

April 2, 2008

I’ve been neglecting this site, mainly because I’m bored of sports (or at least bored of talking about sports — I still watch). I’ve started yet another blog and haven’t had much to say here lately. With Jose Mesa remaining unsigned, my future as a sports blogger is questionable (not really, but you know).

I still have three of four teams in the final four (damn you, Pitt). So that’s good. We’re going to our first Rockies game of the year on Saturday, and I’ve managed to avoid punching Carmelo Anthony and Brandon Marshall (Jay Cutler, I’ve got your back, yo) in the face, even though I want to most of the time.

Right now, the burning question on my mind is whether having three baseball teams would be whorey of me. I mean, I have the White Sox, the team that made me love baseball, even though they suck ass and I don’t live there and sometimes it seems like the magic is gone. I have the Rockies, and they’re exciting and still make an effort to woo a girl from time to time, but the whole Christian thing still bothers me when I think about it too much. I have to admit that I also have my eye on the Angels. They’re sexy, and my boyfriend Jon Garland was stellar in his debut with the team yesterday. Can I follow my boyfriend to a new team, or is a three-way battle for my fandom just too much?

I don’t know. How do you stay loyal to your hometown team when you don’t live there anymore and the team sucks? Shouldn’t they at least make an effort, or do they expect me to be loyal even though they’ve been dismal? What I do know is that I’m already sick of Yankees and Red Sox fans. And Cubs fans can Fukudome.

Players We Like (links and notes)

March 18, 2008

•Julius Hodge is the D-League Performer of the Week for the week of March 17. According to the D-League’s website:

In four games for Albuquerque this week, Hodge averaged 25.3 points, 8.8 rebounds, and 3.3 assists. He set season-highs in points and rebounds on Tuesday with 34 points and 12 boards in a win over Austin, the first in four straight victories this week for Albuquerque.

You can read the full story here. I’m so glad he’s doing well, and I hope we see him back in the NBA soon.

•In other news, did we know that former Iowa Hawkeye Adam Haluska is in the D-League? He was acquired by the Iowa Energy on March 11. And holy crap! The Iowa Energy has Jeff Horner Bobblehead Night tomorrow. I swear I am not making that up — check it out here (hurry, it probably won’t be up much longer). That is AWESOME. How do I get a Jeff Horner bobblehead if I can’t make it to the game?

•Jeff Passan of Yahoo! sports wrote a nice article about Bobby Jenks — read “No more high Jenks” here. High Jenks. Hee. More people should know about Big Bad Bobby Jenks. Oh and also, his intro song is “Boom” by POD.

•I’m very worried that we’ll never hear from Jose Mesa again. What if nobody picks him up this year? I’ll cry.

Suggestion for Jerry Owens

February 27, 2008

Hi. I’m not quite ready to start thinking about baseball yet. I probably should be at least a little excited, because my teams played each other today, but eh, it doesn’t count and I’m very busy being mad at the Nuggets (shhhh, don’t tell them I’m watching their game right now).

However, I have a suggestion for Jerry Owens and I want to put it out there right away, so maybe he can find out about it because it’s the best idea anybody has ever had (shhhh, don’t tell anybody I’ve been drinking and totally overestimate the awesomeness of my stupid ideas). Last week, I read about how Jerry Owens is talking some shit about how many bases he’s going to steal this season (the article is here). He plans to rack up 65 stolen bases, putting him ahead of the awesomely speedy Scott Podsednik (I hope we see him in a Rockies uniform this year because having one of my 2005 World Series White Sox players here in Denver is my #2 ultimate dream, ultimate dream #1 being Jon Garland showing up at my house to declare his undying love for me) who stole 59 in 2004-05.

I know — I’m biased because Jerry Owens is a cutie and I just kinda like him. But don’t let that distract you from his awesome attitude. Seriously. Here’s a quote from the article:

My mom always told me to set the goal high and as soon as you get it, set another one. Every year I’ve improved my stolen base total. I had 56 last year combined [with the Sox and Triple-A Charlotte], and this year it’s 65.

How awesome is that? He mentions mom and kicking ass at the same time. I wish he could come play for the Nuggets.

But anyway, if there’s one thing I know well, it’s the at-bat music of Colorado Rockies players. That’s not exactly helpful here, but hey, I’ve tried to learn about at-bat music for the White Sox, although it’s not really that easy when you’re not there to go to White Sox games. Believe it or not, there’s some inaccurate information about baseball entrance music on the internet, so I don’t always trust what I find out there.

Anyway, according to the internet, Jerry Owens had some Dr. Dre music last year. That’s great and I love Dre as much as the next person, but Jerry Owens needs to rethink his musical selection. Here’s the thing. Jerry Owens needs to use the song “Watch My Feet” by Dude N Nem as his at-bat music. Seriously. These guys are from the South Side of Chicago. The song is the best thing I’ve heard in at least a year. For real. Dude (or is that Nem?) even wears a Sox hat in the video. Check it out.

I’m right, aren’t I? And holy crap that makes me miss Chicago. Jerry Owens, I hope you find this. The universe intended this song for you.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say about baseball today. I have to go back to not watching the second half of the Nuggets game.

Tadaguchi to Rockies?

December 4, 2007

Tadahito Iguchi’s agent met with the Rockies today, continuing the “preliminary” discussions that started with phone conversations.

I’ve been thinking that the Rockies should sign Tadaguchi for a while now, but I haven’t written about it because doing so would just get my hopes up and I’ve already lost him once (when the White Sox traded him to the Phillies). It’s a perfect match — a reliable and relatively inexpensive second baseman and, well, a team that needs someone at 2B and doesn’t want to spend a ton of cash. The thought of one of my favorite 2005 White Sox players coming to the Rockies is so awesome I can’t even stand it.

If you don’t know about how awesome Tadaguchi is, check this out: