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Vintage: Tadahito, you’re with Jose Mesa now.

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This post is from July 27, 2007.
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The White Sox traded Tadahito Iguchi to the Phillies today.

Here’s part of the phone conversation I had with Ben after getting the news –

Me: I’m very sad.

Ben: Why?

Me: They traded, like, my favorite player.

Ben: Who did?

Me: White Sox.

Ben: Who?

Me: Guess.

Ben: Thome?

Me: No.

Ben: Konerko?

Me: No.

Ben: You have too many favorite players.

Me: …

Ben: Jenks?

Me: No.

Ben: Pierzynski?

Me: You’re right, I have too many favorites.

Ben: …

Me: TADAGUCHI!

Ben: Well, I won’t have to hear you yell “TADAGUCHI” any more.

Me: [cries]
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This has something to do with

Marines mascot

The original post included a video that since has been removed from YouTube. It was from the 2006 game against the Houston Astros where Iguchi hit a 3-run homer in the 8th inning and a grand slam in the 9th. I miss that guy!

Where is he now? Playing second base for the Chiba Lotte Marines in Japan (that website is in Japanese and I have no idea what’s going on over there).

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May 23rd, 2011 at 8:29 pm

Dock Ellis & the LSD No-No

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This is one of the most awesome things I’ve ever seen.

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May 15th, 2011 at 9:25 am

Rerun: I can fix you, Manny Corpas.

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In honor of Manny Corpas being signed to a minor league deal by the Texas Rangers today, here is a rerun post from 2008, when Manny was still with the Rockies.
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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.

Manny Corpas

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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.

Manny’s song:

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April 8th, 2011 at 3:33 pm

Players we like leaving and returning, etc.

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Hi hi! Here’s a quick, dirty, and pointless update!

First of all, thanks to dova, ramaba, ewu, and GridironGoddess for their awesome participation that made my first-ever live blogging experience fun, rather than a hellish and self-indulgent couple hours of sheer stupidity. I mean, I was pretty stupid, but that was partly the beer’s fault (Titan IPA will get you!). I actually watched the entire game and came away from the experience thinking that college football is slightly less pointless than I alleged.

Bad news today — Domonique Foxworth, my favorite Bronco, was traded to the Falcons. I hope he gets to start and I hope he and Jason Elam kick some ass in Atlanta. The truth is that Foxworth is better than Dre Bly (who makes approximately three times as much money) and the Broncos will regret this stupid-ass move. They keep getting rid of people I like, and this gives me a new idea. I will try to get through the Broncos season by cheering for their opponent each week. I’ll report on my progress. Let’s see if they can win me back (hm, maybe I just have a gene that makes it hard for me to be faithful to a team — it’s not my fault they can’t satisfy me).

The White Sox are sucking it up and making it look like it would be a good idea to have Jose Mesa come out of retirement to play for them. WTF pitching? The good news? Guess who’s up and got some playing time? My guy Jerry Owens. I love him! He just grounded out as we speak, but still. If he ever gets on base, watch his feet! Seriously!

Omar Vizquel is destroying the Rockies, who were destroying Tim Lincecum, who is, without question, the most exciting pitcher in baseball. Like Jose Mesa, I do not appreciate Omar Vizquel.

Finally, guess what? Tomorrow is a very important day — the day of my fantasty football draft. As usual, I am not prepared. On the plus side, the draft is scheduled to begin at 3:45 pm (I have to leave work early!), so I will probably not be totally soaked with alcohol. This year, we’re playing with people we know, so it should be more exciting if my team does well and more painful if it totally sucks ass again. Here’s the story of my draft from last year (which I am horrified to realize is done in a live-blogging format; however, looking back, taking Randy Moss in the seventh round and saying “you’re going to have an awesome year” was brilliant, but let’s be honest that any brilliance indicated by that move was canceled out by some very questionable picks). Hopefully this year will be better, right? I’ll let you know how it goes — don’t worry, I won’t live blog that shit.

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September 2nd, 2008 at 8:33 pm

Players We Like: New Deal for J.R. Smith

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Good news! J.R. Smith (who used to be a player we didn’t like all that much, but that changed last year when he got his shit together) just got a new three-year deal with the Nuggets.

Trust me when I say that he’s going to be even more awesome this coming season. He’s been working out all summer and if you combine his pure athleticism with his improved attitude and new-found maturity, he’s going to be in-freaking-sane.

Keeping J.R. was crucial, considering what the Nuggets have lost in the off season (especially Marcus Camby). Currently, the team is worse off than it was at the end of last season, but hopefully things will go better than I expect.

In other news, the Broncos are in action tonight, with the starters expected to play approximately three quarters. I’m still calling for them to go 8-8 this year. The Rockies are out of it and the White Sox are up against the Rays (which is okay because the Twins are at the Angels this weekend).

There’s also some breaking news about a new Olympics scandal, this time with boxing scoring. Some Romanian dude commented on the fact that the scoring has been grossly inaccurate and unfair (true). The boxing and Olympics people promptly responded by suspending him and instituting some kind of disciplinary procedure against him. I’ll try to find out more about this and update tomorrow.

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August 22nd, 2008 at 5:28 pm

Players We Like: Jamaal Tatum’s Website

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I haven’t updated about any of the “players we like” in a long time. My new plan is to provide a “players we like” update once a week, let’s say on Fridays, because it is Friday and that’s a day I’m usually too lazy to provide much of substance. I’ll also make a roster that lists all players we like, so that if you’re into that kind of thing, it’s at least somewhat organized.

To get started — there is some good news. Jamaal Tatum has been updating his website, Jamaal Tatum Hoops. There’s a blog/basketball diary, a clothing line (seriously, how cool is he?), video, and my favorite part — pictures. You’re welcome.

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August 15th, 2008 at 7:24 pm

I can fix you, Manny Corpas.

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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.