Saturday, March 31, 2007

Rubén Amaro, Jr. Is Watching You

Major League Baseball recently revealed that since 2005, all 30 teams have been using a "chaperone" system to monitor players notified that they are taking a drug test as a way to prevent any Onterrio Smith-style urine tampering.

"Players may not be aware they're under observation, but we're watching," baseball executive vice president Rob Manfred was quoted as saying. "It doesn't mean we tell them we're watching."

Three general managers are monitors, 18 assistant GMs, four vice presidents, four directors of baseball operations. The title of the other monitor wasn't disclosed.

Actually, the article is wrong. The last monitor is Heywood Jablome, Executive Assistant to the General Manager of the San Francisco Giants.

Now if MLB could implement that designated-driver program, everything would be just peachy.

Major League Teams Secretly Monitoring Drug Tests
[ESPN.com]

April 'Mania > March Madness

We're in for one of the better sports weekends in recent memory--the Final Four, MLB's Opening Day, Mavs-Suns on Sunday, the NHL playoffs shakeout.

But all of this is nothing compared to the true capstone of the weekend, an annual sporting event that rivals the pageantry of the Olympics, the high stakes of the Super Bowl, and the tedium of the World Series of Poker: WrestleMania.

On this Sunday night, the 23rd incarnation of the WWE's glamor event will take place at Ford Field, the home of the Detroit Lions, thus continuing the venue's streak of hosting sporting events with predetermined outcomes.

This year's big main event is the so-called "Battle of the Billionaires" between the handpicked "representatives" of Vince McMahon and Donald Trump. It is also stipulated as a "hair vs. hair" match, as the benefactor of the losing wrestling will have his head shaved. This all started with a bizarre series of sketches on WWE television that spoofed The Donald's feud with Rosie O'Donnell, which led to Trump's classy decision to "challenge" McMahon. On top of all this madness is the return of "Stone Cold" Steve Austin as guest referee, which means he will preside over the match objectively and not factor into the outcome at all.

This match encapsulates everything that is so wrong and so right about WrestleMania, an almost grotesque allure that is like rubbernecking at a really bad car accident. And for the record, we're supposed to be rooting against McMahon. Yeah, right.

A quick tidbit: as part of the festivities, the Wild Samoans are being inducted into the WWE's Hall of Fame, joining the ranks of Hulk Hogan, Bret Hart, and Pete Rose (really). Nowadays, the Samoans run a wrestling school out of Allentown, PA, where I went to more than one birthday party as a youngster. I'll never forget how excited I was to meet them and bounce wildly around the ring, trying to outmuscle similarly puny 9-year-olds. The Samoans are truly nice people--congrats, guys!

Friday, March 30, 2007

MLB Predictions 2007


Do you hear that, Bud? No, they're not saying, "boo." They're saying "Booooo-onds!"

Wait a second. They are saying "boo." They must not have DirectTV. For their sake, let's do a quick rundown of what this 2007 season should look like with the anticipated order of finish in each division. We'll start in the National League--age before beauty, you know?

NL EAST

New York Mets
: I'm waiting for the inevitable "Wright to Reyes to Delgado" poem; Omar Minaya's just waiting for Pedro.
Philadelphia Phillies: If they don't win the wild card...it'll be just like the last 3 years.
Florida Marlins: Run for your lives! It's Global Warming!
Atlanta Braves: Bobby Cox realized he didn't have vertigo after all once Leo Mazzone left, just in time for the Braves' free-fall.
Washington Nationals: It turns out that Dick Cheney is responsible for Nick Johnson's injury, too.

NL CENTRAL

Chicago Cubs: Because if pigs can be made of iron, then I also believe they can fly.
Milwaukee Brewers: Do we have an over/under on when Prince Fielder starts hitting 300-foot singles just like his dad?
St. Louis Cardinals
: Don't worry, Tony LaRussa's got the keys to this bus. Wait, yikes!
Houston Astros: They've got a Woody and a Wandy on the hill. Somebody stop them before it gets awkward.
Pittsburgh Pirates: Wow, Freddy Sanchez won the batting title last year?
Cincinnati Reds: Good news: most of this Cincinnati team is not in jail.

NL WEST

Los Angeles Dodgers of Los Angeles
: Spending like the Mets with even less to show for it since 1995.
San Diego Padres: Khalil Greene looks like Spicoli. All I need are some tasty waves, the Giles brothers, and I'm set, brah.
Arizona Diamondbacks: Will Stephen Drew live up to his reputation as the less douchey Drew?
Colorado Rockies: The last purple team in Major League Baseball.
San Francisco Giants: Barry Bonds ending his career in last place. Poetic justice?

AL EAST

Boston Red Sox
: And Theo Epstein will have Tom Brady's baby.
New York Yankees: Is their Opening Day starter really Carl Pavano? Damn.
Toronto Blue Jays: I'd root for them, but that's like rooting for the humans in Alien vs. Predator.
Tampa Bay Devil Rays: But they'll probably finish in the cellar again.
Baltimore Orioles: The Cal Ripken III cloning project is still 8 years from completion.

AL CENTRAL

Cleveland Indians
: Still less racist than the Redskins.
Detroit Tigers: By season's end, will have more dead arms than the city morgue. Not that people ever get killed in Detroit.
Minnesota Twins: The Duke Blue Devils of professional baseball.
Chicago White Sox: Who will Ozzie slur next? The elderly? The handicapped? Darin Erstad?
Kansas City Royals: Remember that year the Royals were barely over .500, thus kicking in a clause in Mike Sweeney's contract that tied him to the team for even longer? Shakespearean.

AL WEST

Anaheim Angels of California
: If they win the pennant, my biker dad says that he'll take me out of foster care and we'll be a family again.
Oakland Athletics: Just say no to the Fremont A's.
Texas Rangers: Hey everybody, Sammy Sosa can speak English again. It's a miracle!
Seattle Mariners: One of these years, the M's will have more losses than Ichiro has hits.


In Brief: European Soccer Update


Somewhere, I have a shortlist of reasons for liking Europe. High on that list are Heineken, Guy Ritchie, and international soccer.

Earlier this week was the most recent qualifying leg for the 2008 European Championships, highlighted by Northern Ireland continuing to play out of their minds and beating Sweden on the strength two goals by David Healy (pictured at left). The Northern Irish at the top of Group F are the major story this week, even trumping my usual Maccabbi Watch in European competitions (Israel has improved by leaps and bounds since joining the European soccer federation; in a 3-way tie for second in Group E) and a win for my beloved Wales (though the Dragons are still far off the qualifying pace).

And though I never knew it was a part of Europe, I'm really pulling for Kazakhstan (with a recent win over Serbia) as a dark horse. Great success!

Furthermore, the UEFA Champions League (Europe's top club soccer competition) begins its quarterfinal round next week. But I'm keeping my eye on England's FA (Football Association) Cup semifinals in mid-April.

For the uninitiated, the FA Cup is a huge tournament for virtually every pro soccer club in England. As the oldest soccer competition in the world, it's like March Madness times 10. Usually, the top clubs of the English Premier League--like the ones still competing in the Champions League--dominate this competition as well. But fans of Cinderellas take note: this year, the small-market Watford F.C. (the English equivalent of, say, the Pittsburgh Pirates) has a date with Manchester United in the semis.


Watford has been languishing in the bottom of the Premier League all season with a mere three wins, which means demotion to a lower level of play is all but assured. (Imagine forcing the Royals and Devil Rays into AAA after a last-place finish; English soccer is something like that.) Yet by some combination of luck, skill, and gumption, they will face the big guns of Man U on April 14. Godspeed to Watford, and their American defender Jay DeMerit (pictured at left).

Coincidentally, DeMerit was recently named to the United States national team due to his stellar play in England. Taking a peek at the roster, defense seems to be strong suit of this national squad (as a recent 0-0 friendly against Guatemala will attest). If you need more evidence, take a look at the forwards: every single one of them plays in the MLS. In other words, the top European leagues don't need American goalscorers because the Yanks really have trouble putting the ball in the net.

Not since before Ben Franklin "entertained" the young women of the royal court in Paris have Americans had such a problem scoring with foreigners.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Unreasonable Doubt: The 2007 Philadelphia Phillies

One time, on an installment of "Battle of the Jaywalk All-Stars," Jay Leno posed the following question to his collection of pathetic humanoids: "What is the 'City of Brotherly Love'?"

The first contestant stammered, "Texas?" (I swear I did not make that up). The next contestant replied with absolute certainty, "San Francisco, because, well...you know."

Now, this man's answer was completely wrong and his reasoning slightly offensive. But if his sentiment was applied to, say this year's Phillies squad, I understand it wholeheartedly.

I've never been more excited to see a Phillies team start a season; even more excited than the season Jim Thome came to town. I get the sense that a lot of Phillies fans feel something similar. For many of us, this is a frightening, alien emotion--optimism. But believe me when I say that the 2007 Philadelphia Phillies have 90-win potential, a milestone they haven't reached that 1993 dream (fluke?) season. And after four seasons of 85, 88, 86, and 86 wins (and 12, 2, 10, and 15 games out of first place, respectively), something has to give.

The upgrades to third base, catcher, and (especially) the rotation are surely enough to nab the wild card from the Braves or Marlins or Padres. Right?

Right? Let's break it down:

The Infield: From a popularity standpoint, Mike Lieberthal was a big loss. It also was a crippling blow to the team's overall Jewishness. But from a baseball standpoint, it was about time to recognize that the Law of Diminishing Returns was taking its toll Lieby (but I wish him the best with the Dodgers, Mazel Tov!). Big props to Pat Gillick for getting Rod Barajas on board to help with my nightmares about the Carlos Ruiz Experiment. I only get the terrors every third night now.

Who's on first? Well, I've heard that this guy is pretty good. Not too much else on him out there, though. Third base should be ably filled by Wes Helms. He's not exactly sneaky good, but he's sneaky above-average, especially when he gets to play.

The tandem of Chase "Face" Utley and Jimmy Rollins up the middle is now up there with Rocky, Pat's/Geno's, and parking your car in the middle turning lane as a South Philadelphia institution. Do not question it. Bask in its glory.

Overall, a defensive improvement mostly by subtraction of Lieby and David Bell (soon to join Mike Morse and Alex Sanchez on the Really? They Did Steroids? And It Was Supposed to Help? All-Stars).

The Outfield: Even if he decides to get rip-roaring drunk in Independence Hall and piss on Ben Franklin's glass armonica, Aaron Rowand will still be loved by Phillies fans until the day he dies. That's what a little hustle will do for you. (Are you listening, Bobby Abreu?) Realistically, the Phillies need him to stay healthy for a full season if possible...or do they? More on that later. Solid glove, decent range in center, and a lifetime 7-hole hitter.

Oh, hey Pat Burrell. You're still here? No, I wasn't trying to sneak out. I was going to leave you a note, I swear. Um, I don't think I have time for breakfast...well, if you insist. I guess I have nothing better to do anyway. All kidding aside, he's outhomering You Know Who this spring, is still producing what you'd expect from the 5-hole (60+ homers, 200+ RBI the past two seasons combined), is not yet a terrible fielder, and called Billy Wagner a "rat" in 2005. I can overlook the disappointing performance in the clutch...for now.

And finally, Shane Victorino, the world's most unlikely ladies' man, gets a chance to play every day. He'll never be the offensive producer that Abreu was, but that's a lot to ask of anybody. Plus, he's hungry and gives the Phils a little more speed on the basepaths--good news for a station-to-station team that still plays like it's in the American League. He's come a long way since I thought that the team could save money by declaring that Victorino, Nick Punto, and Eric Valent were all the same guy and should therefore share one contract.

The Bench: I'm a man. I can admit I was wrong about Chris Coste. He started filling in at catcher and had something like three passed balls his first week. Mercifully, he's found his groove backing up that dude at first and filling in wherever he's needed. But I'm still skeptical. Bottom line, I'd be more comfortable with David Dellucci as the number-one bench guy.

Michael Bourn is a guy that I think is a real dark horse for the Phillies this year. He's been gaining big-league experience the past couple years and he's having a great spring training: batting around .280 with 8 stolen bases in the Grapefruit League, impressive when you consider that he is only getting a couple at-bats per game. Could we finally have an heir to the short-lived Rollins Steal Co.? By the way, if his defense is good enough, this is the guy I could see replacing Rowand once Aaron tries to track a fly ball all the way to Camden.

Greg Dobbs is the big story in Clearwater this spring, absolutely tearing it up after languishing in the Mariners organization. I can see Chris Snelling-type potential, but without all the brittleness. That means a lot of 7th-inning pinch hitting appearances, at best. Enjoy it while it lasts, Dobbsy!

"Everyday" Abraham Nunez probably needs a new nickname now. If Danny Sandoval ever gets his act together, Nuni won't last much longer in red pinstripes.

We only got Jayson Werth because the Dodgers were having a sale on Jasons. He will spell Burrell and maybe Rowand. He is arguably the tallest Phillie. Deal with it.

The Rotation: Wanna know the Phillies' dirty little secret? Cole Hamels is the real ace of this team. Brett Myers still ain't bad either, and I have to give him credit for losing all that weight after he could have stunt-doubled for Charlie Manuel last year.

Didn't Adam Eaton used to be the Phillies' ace of the future? He wasn't bad in San Diego, but pitching in Arlington may have warped his mind. It's not going to get any easier in the Vet II. How much are we paying him again?

Jamie Moyer is old. He's still pitching though. And it's always nice to see him make guys 20 years his junior look foolish swinging at that 65 mph change-up. Durability is the only concern here. It also is the concern for the rest of the rotation. If healthy, Freddy Garcia really improves the Phils' pitching depth, plus he looks like the Rock. Ditto Jon Lieber, except for the part about the Rock (he might also be dangled as trade bait sometime during the season).

All this means from the number two starter down, we could be a mechanical failure or pulled hamstring away from getting to know Zack Segovia and J.A. Happ a lot better. Don't be fooled: a young starting rotation isn't desirable for a team trying to make a championship run. The 2006 Tigers were the exception, not the rule.

This just makes the loss of promising "Canada" Scott Mathieson (Tommy John surgery) for the season sting even more. It also makes the loss of Randy Wolf feel like a swift kick to the balls. If I was Indiana Jones, and Wolf was the Ark of the Covenant, and the Dodgers were the U.S. Government, and Chavez Ravine was a big warehouse, now is the time that I would say, "They don't know what they've got there."

The Bullpen: These are the times that try men's souls. Realistically, it's not that bad, but it is the area of the team most in need of improvement.

We're stuck with Tom Gordon, so the earlier I come to terms with that, the happier I'll be. Antonio Alfonseca is waiting in the wings, though. I'm not sure that makes me feel any better. (And he should stay away from Ugie Urbina, lest he chop off his vestigial sixth finger with a machete.) The 8th and 9th innings should be a roller-coaster once again. It's the Phillies Way!

Geoff Geary is as much of a rock star as a middle reliever can be. Ryan "Mad Dog" Madson can do the long relief thing well enough (and be helped by Lieber/Segovia if all 6 starters are healthy).

Clay Condrey has an interesting first name and not much of a professional profile. He doesn't walk a lot of guys, but gives up a fair share of hits. Matt Smith is the most MLB-ready prize the Phillies got in the Bobby Abreu crane game, but he was a Yankees prospect. Their farm system is as barren as the LAN party room at the Playboy Mansion.

Coaching Staff/Front Office: Oh, Charlie. You were but a pawn in Ed Wade's game to bring Jim Thome to Philadelphia. But Wade was a terrible chess player and now here you are. Your dialect is incomprehensible and the way you stand clutching the dugout fence like a captive zoo animal yearning for its freedom makes me smirk. You make me pine for the days when Harry Kalas could do a play-by-play of Larry Bowa's on-field tirades. You are more Danny Ozark than Dallas Green--and we all know what happened to Ozark.

The fact that Gillick hired coaches like Jimy Williams and Davy Lopes (who is getting my vote of confidence) with prior managerial experience certainly doesn't help Manuel's case. Milt Thompson keeps the fuzzy memory of '93 alive. Rich Dubee seems like a competent guy; I just wish he moonlighted as something cool like "Pirate" Joe Kerrigan.

Pat Gillick is a rare phenomenon in Philadelphia: a well-connected GM that knows his stuff and is willing to make real personnel moves. But if he brings in another guy from Seattle or Toronto, he's on notice.

Best-Case Scenario: 90+ wins and the NL Division title (J-Roll isn't kidding around); I can't speak about the playoffs because whatever happens after the regular season is, as Billy Beane says, "f**king luck."
Worst-Case Scenario: Finishing in last place, behind the Nationals. Atlanta and Florida are good teams with almost as much talent as the Phillies--fourth place is a reality if they aren't careful. But there is no way the Nats should finish ahead of the MVP and Company; that's a guaranteed 70 wins right there.

See, I told you I was optimistic this year. Full MLB preview coming soon.

Sports Guy Ain't Got No Love For the Patriot League?


In his latest column for ESPN The Magazine (not to be confused with ESPN "The Movie" or ESPN "The Fragrance"), Bill Simmons discusses his plan to resuscitate the athletics program of his alma mater, Holy Cross.

Simmons turns this idea into a harangue against the Patriot League, which he calls "a homeless man's Ivy League" where the goal is to "try to win, but not really." Furthermore, he labels Lehigh and Lafayette as especially indicative of the Patriot League's inferiority before making the obvious toothpaste joke about Colgate. Ouch, Sports Guy--that hurts.

Like a good citizen of the Lehigh Valley, I tried to muster the troops for an assault on Simmonsville, until my good friend (and Lehigh University student) HartFoundation made a rather trenchant point:

I was fired up to write an e-mail in defense of Lehigh and the Patriot League, but then I remembered Lehigh was the third seed in our conference tourney. With a 12-19 record. And we lost to Army. Because there wasn't a TV camera in the building.


I like having a sense of perspective on this--indeed, I can get a little too sentimental about a league with three teams from eastern Pennsylvania. Plus it's true that Holy Cross and Bucknell have dominated Patriot League basketball for the past 6 years (except in 2004 when--guess who!--Lehigh won the conference tourney...then promptly lost the play-in game).

But I disagree with Simmons when he says that there's no school spirit in the Patriot League. Though the academic mission of the member institutions often takes precedence over athletic success, there's plenty of pride on those campuses. And I don't think that "homeless man's Ivy League" crack would be welcomed at West Point or Annapolis in light of the rigors found there.

How about Lehigh-Lafayette, the nation's longest-running collegiate football rivalry? How about Bucknell's upsets of Kansas and Arkansas in the last two NCAA Tournaments? How about sour grapes: Holy Cross surrendering football supremacy to Lehigh and Colgate over the past decade? How about intense student body support of other, non-revenue sports that produce national champions (i.e. Lehigh wrestling)?

I'm therefore inviting the Sports Guy to come out to Bethlehem, or Easton, or Lewisburg, or hell, even Center Valley and catch a game. Mr. Simmons, I'll show you that we've got plenty of kids with a basketball jones--and then some.

The Plan to Save the Cross [Page 2]

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Fear the Iron...Pigs?

Another milestone in the short history of the Lehigh Valley IronPigs (soon to be the Phillies AAA affiliate) occurred today--the unveiling of the team's logo:


With the nickname already a bust, I was hoping for something more than a disturbing amount of orange. And it's very hard to make pigs look and sound menacing when most people associate them with this and this. Or, God forbid, this. Yet it could have been a lot worse:

''We went from a cartoon [character] to a kind of a robotic pig; at one time we had more of a Porky Pig-type character, at another we had a regular pig in overalls, like a steel worker pig,'' Domino said. ''But at the end of the day, we came to the realization that an IronPig should be constructed of iron."


Did I say worse? Because when I said "worse," I meant "more awesome." I would have loved to see a small child's reaction to the playful tomfoolery of a hideous cybernetic pig mascot straight out of The Island of Dr. Moreau.

But this a minor quibble. The important thing is that relevant baseball has finally come to the Lehigh Valley. And if I'm calling AAA ball "relevant," you know we've suffered enough to tolerate a hackneyed "aggressive" makeover of a relatively benign animal.

Riveting Day in 'Pigs History
[The Morning Call]

Venezuela's Long National Nightmare Is Over

Ugueth Urbina, sentenced to fourteen years in prison for attempted murder.

Say it ain't so, Ugie. (If this is a precedent for former Phillies involved in legal investigations, it does not bode well for David Bell)

However, Urbina's lawyers are still appealing the decision--good news for teams still trying to shore up their bullpens...ahem:

"I am very disappointed and upset," his agent, Peter Greenberg, told ESPN. "We're hopeful that the judicial process will exonerate Uggie. I firmly believe he's innocent."


In fact, for all the beatings he took in Philadelphia, Urbina might be innocent in more ways than one (3.45 lifetime ERA, 237 career saves). So get on the phone, Pat Gillick. Let's see if your famous "connections" extend to the South American judicial system.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Good News For Brett Myers

Historically, the Phillies seem to have a affinity for chunky pitchers with overactive sweat glands (see: Kevin Millwood, Curt Schilling, Ricky Bottalico, Jose Mesa, et al). Well, all the equipment guys who've had to collect all their ratty game-worn caps over the years must be writing "Why didn't you think of this sooner?" letters to New Era, who are introducing a new polyester-based moisture-wicking cap this season:

But replacing the traditional wool is a polyester fabric that MLB and New Era say is designed to "wick" away sweat and evaporate it, resist shrinkage and fading and reduce odor and glare.

"Wool isn't a performance fabric. ... This is really the first time we're departing from that. It's purely to make sure we're keeping up with the performance attributes," says John DeWaal, New Era's vice president of global marketing.

Remember, New Era's already on notice for their stupid new batting practice caps on display during spring training. We'll see just how good these caps are when Freddy Garcia gets into his first based-loaded jam.

Really, only Schilling could pull off the ratty look with any panache. You could tell how long he'd pitched by the percentage of pink on his "P." One of those should be in the Hall of Fame if it isn't already.

Baseball Caps To Have New Feel
[USA Today]


Monday, March 26, 2007

Eagles Find Their Next Jeff Garcia

Sure, the Eagles pulled off another one of their trademark moves in the Takeo Spikes trade, making a necessary defensive upgrade with a "name" player that likely has a few more good seasons in him (a la Jevon Kearse).

But lost in the shuffle is the acquisition of Kelly Holcomb. He's 3-4 as a starter in the NFL, but the Baker Bowl remembers him best from that snowy, ridiculous Browns-Steelers playoff game in 2003. It was the only time Holcomb would ever take the field for Cleveland, but he made it count. Well, almost.

The Browns lost 36-33 when they couldn't stop the clock to try for a game-tying field goal, but Holcomb threw 429 yards with 3 TDs and 1 interception. The winning QB was Tommy Maddox, of all people. And how was Holcomb rewarded for this breakout performance in such a high-pressure situation? He was shipped off to Buffalo, of course, to get garbage time whenever the Bills could no longer endure the sight of J.P. Losman's airborne turd bombs.

My point is that the Eagles front office is very shrewd; they are quietly preparing for the inevitable Donovan McNabb injury with this move.

Kelly Holcomb, the late-season savior of the Philadelphia Eagles? Stranger things have happened.

Yankees Fail In the Postseason, Film At 11

News flash: the New York Yankees haven't won the World Series since 2000!

Thanks to Dayn Perry of Fox Sports for alerting the public to this statistical aberration:

So what's gone wrong? How have the Yanks backslid from dynasty to playoff also-ran?

They've got the same manager, same owner, same front office (mostly), and even many of the same players.

The results, however, haven't followed. Granted, they've won nine consecutive American League East titles and made the post-season for 12 years running, but there's no doubt they're missing something when it comes time to test their mettle in the playoffs. What is it?

Did he kind of answer his own question in the second paragraph there? Though I am a fan of quantitative analysis, isn't it enough to say that the Yanks are suffering due to their personnel policy, adopted almost a decade ago, of overpaying slightly past-their-prime free agents or trading away their best prospects for current superstars (Phil Hughes and Robinson Cano notwithstanding)?

It has to be more than just the number of strikeouts or defensive efficiency. It just has to be. Isn't that the overarching theme of Moneyball anyway? If you maximize putouts and runs, you will win games--including the big ones.

I shouldn't even be giving this advice in the first place. If the Yankees want to become the AL's Atlanta Braves, that's fine by me.

So let's just leave them be and save some time on the couch for Jim Leyland, because he's the one that really needs it.

Why Don't the Yankees Win Titles Anymore? [FoxSports.com]

Sunday, March 25, 2007

In Brief: Fantasy Baseball Draft 2007

Almost anyone who plays fantasy sports casually will tell you that having more than one team in any particular sport can be a nightmare. Only the most serious of roto-jockeys can pull it off. For the rest of us, the existential quandaries of rooting for division rivals are burdensome enough (I find rooting for the Marlins the toughest).

The only time that I consider changing my attitude towards this unwritten rule is my "local" league's annual draft--it's a time for bonding with old friends (and sometimes family) back home through constant smack talk and the pretense that you actually know what you are doing. There's a heavy tendency to pick guys you personally like year after year despite mounting evidence of their diminishing skills; I call this the Todd Helton Syndrome. On the other hand, there are lots of other times where people make "impression" picks, as in "aren't you impressed that I know so much more than you about baseball to pick Felipe Lopez, even though the trade-off for 30 more steals is the power stroke of a Pony Leaguer?"

But the highlight for me is the banter between myself ("The Fuzz") and my good friend Boat ("The Boats"). There's so much posturing and blatant disregard for conventional methods of team-building that we could probably get internships in the Devil Rays' front office:

With the 87th pick in the draft, the The Fuzz select J.J. Putz.
The Boats: J.J. Putz, are you kidding me?
The Fuzz: when he racks up 40 saves you'll be eating crow
With the 91st pick in the draft, the The Boats select Dontrelle Willis.
The Fuzz: and i do not accept criticism from a man who picks the D-Train

With the 115th pick in the draft, the The Boats select Barry Bonds.
The Fuzz: OH NO HE DIDN'T
The Boats: any man who does that many steroids is on my team anyday
The Fuzz: I believe Ryan Franklin is still available
The Boats: i just wish randy orton and eddie guerrero were available

The Boats: I really wanna take evan longoria because i think he might be married to tony parker.

Like every year, I'm mildly satisfied about the team I drafted, even though half of them will probably be gone by season's end. I'm especially proud of my outfield, which should kick ass if Vernon Wells doesn't become too content, MaggliFro Ordonez stays consistent, and Nick Markakis captures that Greek baseball mojo that Kevin Youkilis dropped on his way to McDonald's.

Hey, at least he's not on steroids.