By Bill
So, today is a month-and-day combination that hasn't happened since 2008, and won't happen again for four years. I started blogging in earnest in April of 2009, and four years from today, we could all be dead. So I thought we'd better celebrate all the players born on February 29 all at once. It could be our only chance!
I've never known anyone to have been born on February 29, and I'd be curious to know what their childhoods were like. I mean, I assume you just have a birthday party on three of every four February 28ths or March 1sts, but it has to be a bit different, right?
I digress. Counting down from least-good to best, here's a look at the six Leap Day-born players who compiled at least 1.0 career rWAR (apologies to Ed Appleton, Al Autry, Jerry Fry, Ralph Miller, and Roy Parker):
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Happy Birthday...
Sal Bando!
As a birthdate, February 13 suffers from a shortage of great players -- Bando's 242 career homers are more than four times as many as #2, and no pitcher amassed 50 wins or 500 strikeouts -- and is largely devoid of current players, so it's not likely to get better any time soon.
What it's not missing, though, is interesting stories. Tragic figure Donnie Moore would have turned 58 today; villainous figure (and just plain terrible baseball player who nonetheless got to play for 15 years) Hal Chase was spawned 129 years ago on this date.
If you've read this, though, you know I have to pick Bando to talk about today, who, along with a slew of more or less equally excellent third basemen, is one of the most underrated players in baseball history. Bando woke up this morning as a brand new sixty-eight year old.
As a birthdate, February 13 suffers from a shortage of great players -- Bando's 242 career homers are more than four times as many as #2, and no pitcher amassed 50 wins or 500 strikeouts -- and is largely devoid of current players, so it's not likely to get better any time soon.
What it's not missing, though, is interesting stories. Tragic figure Donnie Moore would have turned 58 today; villainous figure (and just plain terrible baseball player who nonetheless got to play for 15 years) Hal Chase was spawned 129 years ago on this date.
If you've read this, though, you know I have to pick Bando to talk about today, who, along with a slew of more or less equally excellent third basemen, is one of the most underrated players in baseball history. Bando woke up this morning as a brand new sixty-eight year old.
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
Happy Birthday...
Randy Jones!
The National League gave out ten Cy Young Awards in the decade of the 1970s, as you'd probably expect. Eight of them went to players who were now in the Hall of Fame: two to Tom Seaver, two to Steve Carlton, and one each to Bob Gibson, Fergie Jenkins, Gaylord Perry, and Bruce Sutter.
One of the other two was Mike Marshall, the rubber-armed reliever turned kind of crazy kinesiologist doing scary things with young pitchers' arms, who appeared in a record 106 games in relief in 1974 -- 13 in a row, at one point -- and pitched 208.1 innings, all in relief, gathering 15 wins (with 12 losses) and a league-leading 21 saves.
The tenth one, you've probably guessed, was Randy Jones.
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Monday, November 14, 2011
Happy Birthday...
Curt Schilling!
Schilling is 45 today. It's a bit hard to believe, but he threw his last pitch four years and twenty days ago.
I think Schilling makes the Hall of Fame eventually, but it probably takes a while. It's a shame, because he's pretty comfortably deserving. Ignoring his postseason heroics (and I think those have to count for something; it's silly to credit a player for team success in the World Series and such, but not for particularly noteworthy individual performance), Schilling is 17th among pitchers in career WAR since 1950. Eleven of the sixteen in front of him are in the Hall, and the other five are Roger Clemens, Greg Maddux, Randy Johnson, Pedro Martinez and Mike Mussina. Three of those guys are guaranteed to make it, and Mussina certainly should. Also, Schilling's 69.7 WAR is better than Don Drysdale, Juan Marichal, Jim Palmer, Jim Bunning, and Whitey Ford (along with Catfish Hunter and a bunch of other Hall of Famers in name only).
Schilling is 45 today. It's a bit hard to believe, but he threw his last pitch four years and twenty days ago.
I think Schilling makes the Hall of Fame eventually, but it probably takes a while. It's a shame, because he's pretty comfortably deserving. Ignoring his postseason heroics (and I think those have to count for something; it's silly to credit a player for team success in the World Series and such, but not for particularly noteworthy individual performance), Schilling is 17th among pitchers in career WAR since 1950. Eleven of the sixteen in front of him are in the Hall, and the other five are Roger Clemens, Greg Maddux, Randy Johnson, Pedro Martinez and Mike Mussina. Three of those guys are guaranteed to make it, and Mussina certainly should. Also, Schilling's 69.7 WAR is better than Don Drysdale, Juan Marichal, Jim Palmer, Jim Bunning, and Whitey Ford (along with Catfish Hunter and a bunch of other Hall of Famers in name only).
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
Happy Birthday...
Hooks Dauss!
By Bill
One of the many odd little things I enjoy, for no reason I can name, is pitchers whose careers straddle 1920: guys who just kept on being the same player, with the same skills relative to the same league, but whose numbers completely changed overnight.
From 1912-1919, Hooks Dauss pitched 1869 innings, allowed just 25 homers, and went 126-92 with a 2.85 ERA, good for a 101 ERA+.
From 1920-1926, Dauss pitched 1521.2 innings, allowed 62 homers, and went 97-90 with a 3.86 ERA, good for a 104 ERA+.
By Bill
One of the many odd little things I enjoy, for no reason I can name, is pitchers whose careers straddle 1920: guys who just kept on being the same player, with the same skills relative to the same league, but whose numbers completely changed overnight.
From 1912-1919, Hooks Dauss pitched 1869 innings, allowed just 25 homers, and went 126-92 with a 2.85 ERA, good for a 101 ERA+.
From 1920-1926, Dauss pitched 1521.2 innings, allowed 62 homers, and went 97-90 with a 3.86 ERA, good for a 104 ERA+.
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Thursday, July 14, 2011
Gift Ideas for 2011
By The Common Man
Today, as Aaron Gleeman points out, is friend of the blog Craig Calcaterra’s eleventy-millionth birthday. So a big congratulations to Craig. As an important reminder, The Common Man wants to remind you that you have just six shopping days left until his very own birthday. And, of course, you’ll be wanting to show TCM just how much you appreciate all the writing he’s done for you over the past 365 days. As he did last year, The Common Man is happy to provide you with gift ideas, based on what is available on Ebay. As always, how much you spend on The Common Man will be interpreted to be a direct reflection on how much you love him.
1888 Jack Glasscock baseball card, $60,000.00
Pebbly Jack Glasscock, of the Wheeling Glasscocks, was one of the best players in 19th century baseball. In his prime, he was a terrific hitter for Indianapolis and New York in the early National League, an excellent fielder. TCM rated him the 16th best shortstop of all time back in November. Dude also had a killer mustache.
Look, TCM gets this is an expensive item, but can’t you just appreciate how wonderful it would be to display a Glasscock card? This would be the focal point of any room.
19997 Twins Mariners Lineup Card, $63.99
OK, so that’s pretty expensive. It might be out of your price range. What about these official lineup cards from September 4, 1997 (not 1999, as the seller maintains) from the Twins’ loss to the Mariners? It’s a reminder for TCM in this disappointing Twins season, of how bad things used to be for the Twins and that things could always be worse. LaTroy Hawkins started and lost this contest, giving up 3 homers and 6 runs in five innings to drop his record to 5-10 and raise his ERA to 5.98. Ken Griffey homered twice in this one, raising his season total to 48, and Paul Molitor hit one for the Twins. Also prominently featured in the lineup is the immortal Brent Brede, who batted second and had four hits in the losing effort, Scott Stahoviak, who went 0-for-3 with a walk, and Rich Becker, who went 0-for-4 with two strikeouts. Ron Coomer, of course, batted cleanup. The price has already been reduced once, so snap it up before some other enterprising Dan Serafini fan gets it.
Today, as Aaron Gleeman points out, is friend of the blog Craig Calcaterra’s eleventy-millionth birthday. So a big congratulations to Craig. As an important reminder, The Common Man wants to remind you that you have just six shopping days left until his very own birthday. And, of course, you’ll be wanting to show TCM just how much you appreciate all the writing he’s done for you over the past 365 days. As he did last year, The Common Man is happy to provide you with gift ideas, based on what is available on Ebay. As always, how much you spend on The Common Man will be interpreted to be a direct reflection on how much you love him.
1888 Jack Glasscock baseball card, $60,000.00
Pebbly Jack Glasscock, of the Wheeling Glasscocks, was one of the best players in 19th century baseball. In his prime, he was a terrific hitter for Indianapolis and New York in the early National League, an excellent fielder. TCM rated him the 16th best shortstop of all time back in November. Dude also had a killer mustache.
Look, TCM gets this is an expensive item, but can’t you just appreciate how wonderful it would be to display a Glasscock card? This would be the focal point of any room.
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OK, so that’s pretty expensive. It might be out of your price range. What about these official lineup cards from September 4, 1997 (not 1999, as the seller maintains) from the Twins’ loss to the Mariners? It’s a reminder for TCM in this disappointing Twins season, of how bad things used to be for the Twins and that things could always be worse. LaTroy Hawkins started and lost this contest, giving up 3 homers and 6 runs in five innings to drop his record to 5-10 and raise his ERA to 5.98. Ken Griffey homered twice in this one, raising his season total to 48, and Paul Molitor hit one for the Twins. Also prominently featured in the lineup is the immortal Brent Brede, who batted second and had four hits in the losing effort, Scott Stahoviak, who went 0-for-3 with a walk, and Rich Becker, who went 0-for-4 with two strikeouts. Ron Coomer, of course, batted cleanup. The price has already been reduced once, so snap it up before some other enterprising Dan Serafini fan gets it.
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Monday, June 20, 2011
Happy Birthday...
Billy Werber!
Primarily a third baseman (and a good one), Werber put up a .271/.362/.394 line (97 OPS+) in the 1930s and early 1940s, and amassed a very respectable 25.6 WAR, comparable to the careers of more familiar names like Mo Vaughn, Tino Martinez and Marquis Grissom.
But there are things about Werber that are a lot more interesting than that stuff. Rather than give you a biography (I can't tell you anything Wikipedia or Baseball-Reference's bullpen can't, and there's this 2001 book by him and C. Paul Rogers III that I'll have to check out sometime soon), here's a more or less chronological list of those interesting things:
Primarily a third baseman (and a good one), Werber put up a .271/.362/.394 line (97 OPS+) in the 1930s and early 1940s, and amassed a very respectable 25.6 WAR, comparable to the careers of more familiar names like Mo Vaughn, Tino Martinez and Marquis Grissom.
But there are things about Werber that are a lot more interesting than that stuff. Rather than give you a biography (I can't tell you anything Wikipedia or Baseball-Reference's bullpen can't, and there's this 2001 book by him and C. Paul Rogers III that I'll have to check out sometime soon), here's a more or less chronological list of those interesting things:
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Happy Birthday...
Joe Mauer!
True story: I was thinking about maybe writing one of my old "happy birthday" posts for today, and the easiest way to get to Baseball Reference's birthdays list is to go to the home page, type in the first player I think of, and then click on his birthdate. Well, today, the first player I thought of was Mauer (which you might think just happens all the time with me, but really, it was almost as likely to be Cory Snyder or Rusty Greer or Joaquin Andujar), and as is bound to happen one out of every 365.25 times I do this, it happens to be his birthday today! Joe was born on April 19, 1983, and so turns 28 today.
I don't have all that much to say about Mauer, because I don't really like to tell people what they already know. But I think it's a good time to remind people exactly how good he's been, and not for just that one unbelievable year. If Mauer had retired the other day, rather than being placed on the DL with a strange and confusing mix of maladies, he'd have a career that didn't look anything like anyone else's; a lovely .326/.406/.479 line, but in just six full seasons. Barely 1000 hits, fewer than 100 home runs, fewer than 500 RBI.
Yet, he's already one of the greatest catchers who has ever played. By wWAR, which weights wins above replacement in a way that places special emphasis on truly great seasons (I wrote about it here), Mauer would already qualify for the Hall of Fame -- or the Hall of wWAR, if you will. He's been that great, and great catchers are just that rare.
That's the thing a lot of people are missing. As much as Mauer has been injured, as much as it seems like he should be hitting more homers, as much as he's got a ton of work to do to live up to that huge contract, it's so rare for a catcher to perform the way Mauer has performed that he's already an elite all-time player. Of the thirteen greatest seasons catchers have ever had, by WAR, Mauer has had three of them; only Johnny Bench even has two (list here). Those would, of course, be the three seasons -- 2006, 2008 and 2009 -- in each of which I believe Mauer should have been named A.L. MVP. His "off" year of 2010 ranks 56th all-time at his position.
So. He's just 28, and he should have a whole bunch of great, healthy years ahead of him. But whatever he does in the future (and whatever position he plays while he's doing it), it's worth taking note of exactly how much he's done already and how rare all that is. You just don't see catchers like this guy.
True story: I was thinking about maybe writing one of my old "happy birthday" posts for today, and the easiest way to get to Baseball Reference's birthdays list is to go to the home page, type in the first player I think of, and then click on his birthdate. Well, today, the first player I thought of was Mauer (which you might think just happens all the time with me, but really, it was almost as likely to be Cory Snyder or Rusty Greer or Joaquin Andujar), and as is bound to happen one out of every 365.25 times I do this, it happens to be his birthday today! Joe was born on April 19, 1983, and so turns 28 today.
I don't have all that much to say about Mauer, because I don't really like to tell people what they already know. But I think it's a good time to remind people exactly how good he's been, and not for just that one unbelievable year. If Mauer had retired the other day, rather than being placed on the DL with a strange and confusing mix of maladies, he'd have a career that didn't look anything like anyone else's; a lovely .326/.406/.479 line, but in just six full seasons. Barely 1000 hits, fewer than 100 home runs, fewer than 500 RBI.
Yet, he's already one of the greatest catchers who has ever played. By wWAR, which weights wins above replacement in a way that places special emphasis on truly great seasons (I wrote about it here), Mauer would already qualify for the Hall of Fame -- or the Hall of wWAR, if you will. He's been that great, and great catchers are just that rare.
That's the thing a lot of people are missing. As much as Mauer has been injured, as much as it seems like he should be hitting more homers, as much as he's got a ton of work to do to live up to that huge contract, it's so rare for a catcher to perform the way Mauer has performed that he's already an elite all-time player. Of the thirteen greatest seasons catchers have ever had, by WAR, Mauer has had three of them; only Johnny Bench even has two (list here). Those would, of course, be the three seasons -- 2006, 2008 and 2009 -- in each of which I believe Mauer should have been named A.L. MVP. His "off" year of 2010 ranks 56th all-time at his position.
So. He's just 28, and he should have a whole bunch of great, healthy years ahead of him. But whatever he does in the future (and whatever position he plays while he's doing it), it's worth taking note of exactly how much he's done already and how rare all that is. You just don't see catchers like this guy.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Happy Birthday...
Eric Chavez!
Born on the 32nd anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor and on Johnny Bench's 30th birthday (also Noam Chomsky's 49th, Tom Waits' 28th and Larry Bird's 21st), Chavez turns 33 today.
Selected tenth overall in the 1996 draft by the A's -- Chavez easily became the greatest player of a pretty disappointing first round, taken behind future teammates Mark Kotsay and Billy Koch -- Chavez looked like a star from day one. His first year's numbers as a pro look pretty underwhelming, but you have to keep in mind that he was playing a full season in high-A ball straight out of high school. He was the youngest position player on that team, and he led the team in homers and slugging percentage.
Then came 1998, in which Chavez transformed from a promising young player to an ubermonsterprospect. He hit .327/.388/.603 between double- and triple-A, then debuted in the majors on September 8, still just twenty years old, and even did well there, hitting .311/.354/.444 in his sixteen-game cup of coffee. He entered 1999 as Baseball America's #3 prospect, behind J.D. Drew and Rick Ankiel of the Cardinals. And, of course, he entered 1999 as the A's starting third baseman.
Born on the 32nd anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor and on Johnny Bench's 30th birthday (also Noam Chomsky's 49th, Tom Waits' 28th and Larry Bird's 21st), Chavez turns 33 today.
Selected tenth overall in the 1996 draft by the A's -- Chavez easily became the greatest player of a pretty disappointing first round, taken behind future teammates Mark Kotsay and Billy Koch -- Chavez looked like a star from day one. His first year's numbers as a pro look pretty underwhelming, but you have to keep in mind that he was playing a full season in high-A ball straight out of high school. He was the youngest position player on that team, and he led the team in homers and slugging percentage.
Then came 1998, in which Chavez transformed from a promising young player to an ubermonsterprospect. He hit .327/.388/.603 between double- and triple-A, then debuted in the majors on September 8, still just twenty years old, and even did well there, hitting .311/.354/.444 in his sixteen-game cup of coffee. He entered 1999 as Baseball America's #3 prospect, behind J.D. Drew and Rick Ankiel of the Cardinals. And, of course, he entered 1999 as the A's starting third baseman.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Happy Birthday...
Toby Harrah!
Hello, birthday post, my old copout/fallback/friend. I haven't done one of you in a while. But on the eve of the Texas Rangers' first-ever World Series game tomorrow, I thought it would be appropriate to celebrate the career of the guy who, by at least one measure, is the fourth-best position player in the team's history. Harrah turns 62 today.
Toby Harrah made four All-Star teams and twice was named on MVP ballots, but my sense is that he's a guy who didn't get the credit due him when he played, and is scarcely remembered at all now. In an era in which the ideal shortstop was short, slight, and quick, and might put up an OBP of .280 but could slap it the other way or execute a sac bunt with the best of them, Harrah was more or less the opposite of that. Harrah played decent defense and stole a few bases (everybody stole a few bases in that period), but he wasn't terribly fast or flashy. He hit .300 just once (.290 twice) and put up a career average of .264, but at his peak, he drew nearly 100 walks and hit more than 20 homers a year. He was kind of a Cal Ripken Jr. lite, before there was a Cal Ripken Jr. Less defense and a better eye at the plate, and nowhere near the durability or staying power, but there's just nobody else from that period to compare him to.
Hello, birthday post, my old copout/fallback/friend. I haven't done one of you in a while. But on the eve of the Texas Rangers' first-ever World Series game tomorrow, I thought it would be appropriate to celebrate the career of the guy who, by at least one measure, is the fourth-best position player in the team's history. Harrah turns 62 today.
Toby Harrah made four All-Star teams and twice was named on MVP ballots, but my sense is that he's a guy who didn't get the credit due him when he played, and is scarcely remembered at all now. In an era in which the ideal shortstop was short, slight, and quick, and might put up an OBP of .280 but could slap it the other way or execute a sac bunt with the best of them, Harrah was more or less the opposite of that. Harrah played decent defense and stole a few bases (everybody stole a few bases in that period), but he wasn't terribly fast or flashy. He hit .300 just once (.290 twice) and put up a career average of .264, but at his peak, he drew nearly 100 walks and hit more than 20 homers a year. He was kind of a Cal Ripken Jr. lite, before there was a Cal Ripken Jr. Less defense and a better eye at the plate, and nowhere near the durability or staying power, but there's just nobody else from that period to compare him to.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Happy Birthday...Malachi Kittridge
By The Common Man
This is usually Bill’s schtick, but he’s deposing someone today, so…
The Common Man wishes a very happy birthday to Malachi Kittridge, one of the greatest-named, and most disastrous baseball men ever. Kittridge was a catcher around the turn of the century for several clubs, including the Cubs of the 1890s, the Boston Braves, and the Washington Senators.
He debuted with Cap Anson’s Chicago squad as a 20 year old and immediately was the club’s regular catcher. Like many catchers, traditionally, Kittridge was a terrible hitter. In 16 Major League seasons, he never had an OPS+ above 81, and was regularly in the 30s. His lifetime OPS+, thanks to his .219/.277/.274 batting line is the second worst of all time among players with more than 4000 plate appearances. It is 5th all time among non-pitchers with more than 3000 PAs. Any way you slice it, Malachi Kittridge was a terrible hitter.
This is usually Bill’s schtick, but he’s deposing someone today, so…
The Common Man wishes a very happy birthday to Malachi Kittridge, one of the greatest-named, and most disastrous baseball men ever. Kittridge was a catcher around the turn of the century for several clubs, including the Cubs of the 1890s, the Boston Braves, and the Washington Senators.
He debuted with Cap Anson’s Chicago squad as a 20 year old and immediately was the club’s regular catcher. Like many catchers, traditionally, Kittridge was a terrible hitter. In 16 Major League seasons, he never had an OPS+ above 81, and was regularly in the 30s. His lifetime OPS+, thanks to his .219/.277/.274 batting line is the second worst of all time among players with more than 4000 plate appearances. It is 5th all time among non-pitchers with more than 3000 PAs. Any way you slice it, Malachi Kittridge was a terrible hitter.
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Monday, August 30, 2010
Happy Birthday...
Kiki Cuyler!
There can't be very many Hall of Famers out there who aren't even the best players at their own position to be born on their birthday, but Cuyler is one (at least if the position is "outfield"); Cuyler would be 112 years old today, but one Ted Williams would be 92.
Hazen Shirley Cuyler was called "Kiki" -- not "key-key," as in your old sorority sister, but "kye-kye," as in, well, nothing else in the world -- because as a young man, he reportedly had a stutter, so that's how his last name would come out of his own mouth. All those nicknames and such back in the day were pretty great, generally speaking, but they could be awfully mean too.
Cuyler was inducted to the Hall of Fame in 1968, which is very close to the time when Frankie Frisch was attempting to get every player he ever appeared in a game with into the Hall (though what research I've been able to do suggests that Frisch didn't really take over on the Vet's Committee for a year or two after Cuyler's election). In a lot of ways, Cuyler looks a lot like one of those head-scratchers; he has the pretty .321 batting average, but never won a batting (or an on-base, or a slugging) title. He hit .321 at a time when the average hitter (in Cuyler's park) hit .291. Cuyler didn't lead the league in much else, either; a doubles title, a triples title, several stolen base titles (in years for which we don't have caught stealing totals), and two consecutive times leading the league in runs at the start of his career...and that's about it. Cuyler's career wasn't particularly long, and he wasn't especially dominant in anything.
But at the same time, Cuyler was no Chick Hafey or Freddie Lindstrom. His 8098 PA is very low for a Hall of Famer, but still a good four or five seasons' worth more than Hafey or Hack Wilson. While Cuyler was never dominant, he was very, very good for a fairly long time, and paired it with some very good defense, as well. All together, his WAR (49.6 by Baseball-Reference, 56.2 per FanGraphs) is considerably lower than the most recent questionable Hall of Fame outfielder, Andre Dawson (57.0, 62.3), but a bit better than 2009's horrible choice, Jim Rice (41.5, 56.1).
So, where am I going with this? I have no idea. There isn't really that much of a reason to put a guy like Cuyler in the Hall of Fame, but he also shouldn't be lumped in with your Hafeys, Wilsons and Jesse Haineses. He was a damn good player, even if he's only the second-best mostly-corner-outfielder to celebrate his birthday on August 30.
There can't be very many Hall of Famers out there who aren't even the best players at their own position to be born on their birthday, but Cuyler is one (at least if the position is "outfield"); Cuyler would be 112 years old today, but one Ted Williams would be 92.
Hazen Shirley Cuyler was called "Kiki" -- not "key-key," as in your old sorority sister, but "kye-kye," as in, well, nothing else in the world -- because as a young man, he reportedly had a stutter, so that's how his last name would come out of his own mouth. All those nicknames and such back in the day were pretty great, generally speaking, but they could be awfully mean too.
Cuyler was inducted to the Hall of Fame in 1968, which is very close to the time when Frankie Frisch was attempting to get every player he ever appeared in a game with into the Hall (though what research I've been able to do suggests that Frisch didn't really take over on the Vet's Committee for a year or two after Cuyler's election). In a lot of ways, Cuyler looks a lot like one of those head-scratchers; he has the pretty .321 batting average, but never won a batting (or an on-base, or a slugging) title. He hit .321 at a time when the average hitter (in Cuyler's park) hit .291. Cuyler didn't lead the league in much else, either; a doubles title, a triples title, several stolen base titles (in years for which we don't have caught stealing totals), and two consecutive times leading the league in runs at the start of his career...and that's about it. Cuyler's career wasn't particularly long, and he wasn't especially dominant in anything.
But at the same time, Cuyler was no Chick Hafey or Freddie Lindstrom. His 8098 PA is very low for a Hall of Famer, but still a good four or five seasons' worth more than Hafey or Hack Wilson. While Cuyler was never dominant, he was very, very good for a fairly long time, and paired it with some very good defense, as well. All together, his WAR (49.6 by Baseball-Reference, 56.2 per FanGraphs) is considerably lower than the most recent questionable Hall of Fame outfielder, Andre Dawson (57.0, 62.3), but a bit better than 2009's horrible choice, Jim Rice (41.5, 56.1).
So, where am I going with this? I have no idea. There isn't really that much of a reason to put a guy like Cuyler in the Hall of Fame, but he also shouldn't be lumped in with your Hafeys, Wilsons and Jesse Haineses. He was a damn good player, even if he's only the second-best mostly-corner-outfielder to celebrate his birthday on August 30.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Presenting the Presents
So far, this has been a pretty good birthday for The Common Man. So far, he’s received so many things that money can’t buy. For instance:
Relief:
The Twins replaced Alex Burnett in the bullpen with AAA wunderkind Anthony Slama.
Knowledge:
That TCM shares a birthday with both Alexander the Great and Stephen Strasburg, the man responsible for shaping much of the western world’s past and the one responsible for reshaping its future.
That Stephen Colbert and Steve Carell were The Ambiguously Gay Duo:
God, The Dana Carvey Show should have been the greatest comedy show of all time.
Laughter:
From The Uncommon Wife, this is either the greatest present ever, or the worst. Those are the two options.
Tim McCarver still thinks he’s right.
Bob Uecker is an excellent role model.
Hope:
It sounds like Minnesota is finally getting serious about upgrading its pitching staff, after another terrible outing by one of the Three Amigos (Baker, Blackburn, and Slowey). TCM will actually stand by Slowey and (especially) Blackburn, whose underlying stats are generally solid. But Blackburn’s got to go.
Twins go against Justin Masterson tonight. Masterson has let lefties hit .301/.397/.452 off him in their career. The Twins have hit .315/.431/.416. The Twins figure to start Mauer, Hudson, Span, Punto, Kubel, Thome. Too bad Morneau is still hurt. Speaking of which…
Faith: In the Twins’ medical staff, who most of the time seem to just make up diagnoses and treatments as they go along instead of taking intelligent steps to prevent and minimize risk. Concussions are dangerous and not funny. Despite what you might think, players should not come back early from them unless you’re ready to deal with the realistic chance that your favorite player could be permanently damaged. TCM is very glad the Twins are leaving Justin alone, and not putting pressure on him to return.
Justice:
Bud Black is the best manager in the National League this season, bar none. No one deserves a three-year extension more.
Jeff Francoeur is one of the most frustratingly stubborn players in the history of baseball, in that he refuses to adjust his approach at the plate despite overwhelming evidence that it doesn’t work. He’s now riding the pine.
Lindsey Lohan is going to jail. Hopefully, there’s a loophole that will allow her to take Mylie Cyrus, The Jonas Brothers, and Justin Bieber with her.
Peace:
Alas, TCM has not received this yet. There is no sure peace without strength, and the Twins are still a few players short. He’s hoping for some movement by the club in the next 10 days though.
For those of you interested in giving The Common Man something money can buy, feel free to check out this list from earlier this month.

The Twins replaced Alex Burnett in the bullpen with AAA wunderkind Anthony Slama.
Knowledge:
That TCM shares a birthday with both Alexander the Great and Stephen Strasburg, the man responsible for shaping much of the western world’s past and the one responsible for reshaping its future.
That Stephen Colbert and Steve Carell were The Ambiguously Gay Duo:
God, The Dana Carvey Show should have been the greatest comedy show of all time.
Laughter:
From The Uncommon Wife, this is either the greatest present ever, or the worst. Those are the two options.
Tim McCarver still thinks he’s right.
Bob Uecker is an excellent role model.
Hope:

Twins go against Justin Masterson tonight. Masterson has let lefties hit .301/.397/.452 off him in their career. The Twins have hit .315/.431/.416. The Twins figure to start Mauer, Hudson, Span, Punto, Kubel, Thome. Too bad Morneau is still hurt. Speaking of which…
Faith: In the Twins’ medical staff, who most of the time seem to just make up diagnoses and treatments as they go along instead of taking intelligent steps to prevent and minimize risk. Concussions are dangerous and not funny. Despite what you might think, players should not come back early from them unless you’re ready to deal with the realistic chance that your favorite player could be permanently damaged. TCM is very glad the Twins are leaving Justin alone, and not putting pressure on him to return.
Justice:
Bud Black is the best manager in the National League this season, bar none. No one deserves a three-year extension more.

Lindsey Lohan is going to jail. Hopefully, there’s a loophole that will allow her to take Mylie Cyrus, The Jonas Brothers, and Justin Bieber with her.
Peace:
Alas, TCM has not received this yet. There is no sure peace without strength, and the Twins are still a few players short. He’s hoping for some movement by the club in the next 10 days though.
For those of you interested in giving The Common Man something money can buy, feel free to check out this list from earlier this month.
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Your Shopping List
Craig and Rob have been all about hyping t-shirts lately. While The Common Man is definitely a t-shirt guy, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get to be “fixated on t-shirts that memorialize the most temporary of baseball stories, quotes or happenings,” as Craig claims to be. No, what The Common Man likes more than t-shirts commemorating the Running of the Don Zimmers or the Albert Belle Equipment Retrieval Squad is cold, hard memorabilia that he can see and touch. Memorabilia that, while not necessarily museum-worthy, bring to life a moment or an era that has passed him by. Of course, the best place to find that memorabilia today is on Ebay, where every discerning collector can bid against housewives and homebodies for a little piece of history. Here are the 10 most interesting items The Common Man found up for bid this morning. Since TCM has a birthday coming up, he thought he’d give you a few ideas for what to get him. Just sayin’.
These are in no particular order, mind you. Any and all would be appreciated. But it seems fitting to start at the beginning.
1883 American Association Game Scorecard, Philadelphia Athletics vs. New York Metropolitans, $395
The Athletics narrowly won the American Association in the league’s second season, and were a formidable club, led by Harry Stovey. When Stovey retired in 1896, he was the All Time HR and SB king, but pretty obviously benefitted from the AA’s status as a lesser league. The Metropolitans were headed up by Hall of Famer Tim Keefe, who would lead the league in games, innings, and strikeouts, and won 41 games. The scorecard seems to indicate that the Metropolitans pulled this one out 14-5, probably because the A’s committed six errors.
(Also available is an 1885 scorecard for an exhibition game played by Old Hoss Radbourne’s Providence Grays for $550. Sadly, Hoss must have taken the day off to go whoring or some such. You can ask him on Twitter where he was that day, and TCM’s sure he’ll have a good answer.)
1938 Game Used World Series Baseball $24,295
While the ball is impossible to authenticate in full, the owner claims it’s the home run ball hit by Joe DiMaggio in the 9th inning, against Dizzy Dean of the Cubs, that allowed the Yankees to pull away in that game. The Memorabilia Evaluation and Research Service (MEARS) has concluded that the ball type, wear, and inking are all consistent with the era, and can find nothing to contradict the seller’s claim. Also, the seller has two letters, one from the son of the man who purportedly caught the ball, and the other by the man who eventually bought it from the son. According to MEARS, “[MEARS is confident this baseball is consistent with all the characteristics of a baseball expected to be used in the 1938 World Series in Chicago. The provenance is reasonable and the baseball manufactured characteristics and hand applied notation is verifiable when compared to the provenance.” Good enough for TCM!
Cuban Batos Batting Gloves, $199.95
If you’re looking for something relatively inexpensive for The Common Man, these will do. It’s a pair of leather batting gloves from Cuba. In no way do these look practical. For one thing, they are shaped like mittens, with no individual fingers. For another, they look heavily padded, leading TCM to suspect they weren’t particularly good for holding a bat. Plus, who wants a pair of heavy gloves to play baseball in CUBA??? They look more like sparring gloves from a boxing gym. Still, TCM doesn’t know much about Cuban baseball equipment, and could probably pass them off as authentic to his less knowledgeable friends.
1999 Minnesota Twins signed lineup card, $48
Whether you love or hate The Common Man, this may be the perfect gift. After all, this lineup card from April 20, 1999 hails from an era that simultaneously grounded TCM’s fandom in some much-needed realism and proved that he was, indeed, a die-hard fan and also was the pinnacle 8 years of his baseball-loving life. The Twins had become so bereft and distrustful of power that Todd Walker batted cleanup in this game. Brent Gates batted 5th. Benj Sampson (he of the 6.83 career ERA) started the game and gave up five runs in three innings before being lifted. The team got effective relief from Joe Mays, Mike Trombley, and Rick Aguilera, and won the contest in the 13th.
December 1916 Baseball Magazine with Babe Ruth, $1300
This appears to be The Babe’s first appearance on a magazine cover, in commemoration of his Boston Red Sox’s World Series win. Ruth won Game 2 for the BoSox, going 14 innings while giving up just one run on six hits. He had also been a terrific pitcher for Boston during the season, going 23-12, with a league-leading 1.75 ERA in a league leading 41 starts, with a league leading 9 shutouts. In 323 innings, Ruth allowed zero homers. There are several photos of the 21-year old Babe included, including two of him hunting in a big fur coat.
1915 Ban Johnson letter to Frank Navin, $495
The biggest headache of American League President Ban Johnson was, undoubtedly, Ty Cobb. Cobb’s behavior on and off the field proved to be problematic, as his propensity for violence led to numerous suspensions. But in 1915, Johnson was angry about something else entirely. Cobb had begun writing a syndicated column that was carried in several prominent papers, despite a 1913 league rule that prohibited players from writing their own columns because “several clubs in the Major Leagues had been thoroughly demoralized by the journalistic work of a few players delving into a profession where they do not belong.” In particular, Johnson is responding to a Cobb column on sign stealing and writes, “In a measure,the story is harmless, but he gives publicity to something that has absolutely no foundation in fact. Incidents of this sort are hurtful to the national game, and serve to tarnish the good name of the American League.” Johnson threatens Navin (and Cobb) with “immediate action” if Cobb doesn’t cease and desist.

Changing Base, 1869 1st Edition, $999.99
“Baseball Joe” Novels, complete set, 1st editions, 1912-1928, $495
The Common Man is a reader, and he does love old books, so these are great gift ideas. TCM has never heard of Changing Base, which the seller purports to be the first book to prominently feature baseball, including an illustration of a ballgame. It looks to be in relatively rough shape, however, from its time at the local library. Still, it’s a neat artifact. The Baseball Joe books are also interesting. Written by Lester Chadwick at the start of the 20th century, the books were popular enough to encourage publishers Cupples & Leon (who also produced The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew) to put out 14 books. The stories are essentially one long bildungsroman that follow young Joe Matson, a poor country boy whose singular talent for baseball takes him from the local nine to the Ivy League, to the pros, and eventually to the Majors. Unfortunately, the series is marred by some significant Anti-Semitism in the final two books, as Joe is opposed in his efforts as a club owner by Moe Russnak, an “unscrupulous Jew” and “low, greasy specimen” who wants to buy Joe’s team for money (perish the thought!), while Joe wants to use it to put the local city of Riverside “on the map.”
Lip Pike profile, 1886 Newspaper, $4600
To combat that vile racism, and ensure that The Common Man is constantly reminded of the contributions of Jewish players to the National Pastime, you could get him this print profiling Lip Pike, generally acknowledged as the first Jewish major leaguer. Pike joined the National Association for its inaugural year in 1871 for the Troy Haymakers. Pike was one of the first great sluggers in the game, leading the league in homers in four seasons (including each of his first three), once in doubles, once in RBI, and once in slugging percentage. He allegedly beat a horse in a 100 yard dash in 1873. When the Association disbanded and morphed in to the National League, Pike’s play suffered, and he was essentially out of the Majors at the age of 33 in 1878.
1866 Unions of Lansingburgh baseball cards, $250,000
Hey big spenders! It’s unclear whether these are, as the seller suggests, the first baseball cards ever made. The Unions were one of the first teams to openly declare themselves a professional club after the National Association of Base Ball Players began allowing professional players. The club battled the great Cincinnati Red Stockings (then in the midst of their 67 game winning streak) to a tie through six innings before the Unions left the field in protest, essentially forfeiting the contest. There is some speculation that the Unions were a crooked club who fixed games and bribed umpires. The club included catcher Bill Craver, who was suspended with Jim Devlin in 1877 for fixing games (Craver was actually suspended for refusing to aid the investigation). There are apparently several cards vying for the title of “first card,” including a shot of shortstop Dave Birdsall from somewhere between 1865 and 1870, and an 1863 shot of Harry Wright that may or may not be from a cricket match, but this set of portraits definitely is in that conversation. And at a quarter million, the six cards here are much more of a bargain than the famous T-206 Honus Wagner.
Williams Deluxe Four Bagger Baseball Arcade Game, $4400
But all that is very heavy, thematically speaking. And not very interactive. Sometimes, The Common Man just wants to have fun. Which is where this nickel per game baseball pinball game comes in. Despite being more than 50 years old (it was probably manufactured in the late ‘50s), this machine is in great shape. The wood finish is beautiful, and there are no chips or dents. The scoreboard works, little figures run the bases, and a bell rings when you score a run. The previous owner claims to have had the machine for more than 30 years. TCM promises that, if you get this machine for him, you’re totally invited to come over to play. Hell, The Common Man would probably organize tournaments in his basement bar area every weekend. And while you're at it, see if you can get that sweet looking Ms. Pac-Man game in the photo too.
But don’t feel limited by the list TCM presents above. The Common Man would also appreciate Val Picinich’s first baseman’s mitt, a complete set of the 18 Hartland baseball statues of the late 1950s, Yogi Berra’s Hall of Fame ring, or one of any number of other options that are floating around on Ebay. But hurry, because you only have a few shopping days left!
(Programming note: The Common Man will be out of town for the 4th of July, and almost certainly won’t have internet access. He’ll return, triumphantly, on Tuesday the 6th.)
These are in no particular order, mind you. Any and all would be appreciated. But it seems fitting to start at the beginning.

The Athletics narrowly won the American Association in the league’s second season, and were a formidable club, led by Harry Stovey. When Stovey retired in 1896, he was the All Time HR and SB king, but pretty obviously benefitted from the AA’s status as a lesser league. The Metropolitans were headed up by Hall of Famer Tim Keefe, who would lead the league in games, innings, and strikeouts, and won 41 games. The scorecard seems to indicate that the Metropolitans pulled this one out 14-5, probably because the A’s committed six errors.
(Also available is an 1885 scorecard for an exhibition game played by Old Hoss Radbourne’s Providence Grays for $550. Sadly, Hoss must have taken the day off to go whoring or some such. You can ask him on Twitter where he was that day, and TCM’s sure he’ll have a good answer.)

While the ball is impossible to authenticate in full, the owner claims it’s the home run ball hit by Joe DiMaggio in the 9th inning, against Dizzy Dean of the Cubs, that allowed the Yankees to pull away in that game. The Memorabilia Evaluation and Research Service (MEARS) has concluded that the ball type, wear, and inking are all consistent with the era, and can find nothing to contradict the seller’s claim. Also, the seller has two letters, one from the son of the man who purportedly caught the ball, and the other by the man who eventually bought it from the son. According to MEARS, “[MEARS is confident this baseball is consistent with all the characteristics of a baseball expected to be used in the 1938 World Series in Chicago. The provenance is reasonable and the baseball manufactured characteristics and hand applied notation is verifiable when compared to the provenance.” Good enough for TCM!

If you’re looking for something relatively inexpensive for The Common Man, these will do. It’s a pair of leather batting gloves from Cuba. In no way do these look practical. For one thing, they are shaped like mittens, with no individual fingers. For another, they look heavily padded, leading TCM to suspect they weren’t particularly good for holding a bat. Plus, who wants a pair of heavy gloves to play baseball in CUBA??? They look more like sparring gloves from a boxing gym. Still, TCM doesn’t know much about Cuban baseball equipment, and could probably pass them off as authentic to his less knowledgeable friends.
Whether you love or hate The Common Man, this may be the perfect gift. After all, this lineup card from April 20, 1999 hails from an era that simultaneously grounded TCM’s fandom in some much-needed realism and proved that he was, indeed, a die-hard fan and also was the pinnacle 8 years of his baseball-loving life. The Twins had become so bereft and distrustful of power that Todd Walker batted cleanup in this game. Brent Gates batted 5th. Benj Sampson (he of the 6.83 career ERA) started the game and gave up five runs in three innings before being lifted. The team got effective relief from Joe Mays, Mike Trombley, and Rick Aguilera, and won the contest in the 13th.

This appears to be The Babe’s first appearance on a magazine cover, in commemoration of his Boston Red Sox’s World Series win. Ruth won Game 2 for the BoSox, going 14 innings while giving up just one run on six hits. He had also been a terrific pitcher for Boston during the season, going 23-12, with a league-leading 1.75 ERA in a league leading 41 starts, with a league leading 9 shutouts. In 323 innings, Ruth allowed zero homers. There are several photos of the 21-year old Babe included, including two of him hunting in a big fur coat.

The biggest headache of American League President Ban Johnson was, undoubtedly, Ty Cobb. Cobb’s behavior on and off the field proved to be problematic, as his propensity for violence led to numerous suspensions. But in 1915, Johnson was angry about something else entirely. Cobb had begun writing a syndicated column that was carried in several prominent papers, despite a 1913 league rule that prohibited players from writing their own columns because “several clubs in the Major Leagues had been thoroughly demoralized by the journalistic work of a few players delving into a profession where they do not belong.” In particular, Johnson is responding to a Cobb column on sign stealing and writes, “In a measure,the story is harmless, but he gives publicity to something that has absolutely no foundation in fact. Incidents of this sort are hurtful to the national game, and serve to tarnish the good name of the American League.” Johnson threatens Navin (and Cobb) with “immediate action” if Cobb doesn’t cease and desist.

Changing Base, 1869 1st Edition, $999.99
“Baseball Joe” Novels, complete set, 1st editions, 1912-1928, $495
The Common Man is a reader, and he does love old books, so these are great gift ideas. TCM has never heard of Changing Base, which the seller purports to be the first book to prominently feature baseball, including an illustration of a ballgame. It looks to be in relatively rough shape, however, from its time at the local library. Still, it’s a neat artifact. The Baseball Joe books are also interesting. Written by Lester Chadwick at the start of the 20th century, the books were popular enough to encourage publishers Cupples & Leon (who also produced The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew) to put out 14 books. The stories are essentially one long bildungsroman that follow young Joe Matson, a poor country boy whose singular talent for baseball takes him from the local nine to the Ivy League, to the pros, and eventually to the Majors. Unfortunately, the series is marred by some significant Anti-Semitism in the final two books, as Joe is opposed in his efforts as a club owner by Moe Russnak, an “unscrupulous Jew” and “low, greasy specimen” who wants to buy Joe’s team for money (perish the thought!), while Joe wants to use it to put the local city of Riverside “on the map.”

To combat that vile racism, and ensure that The Common Man is constantly reminded of the contributions of Jewish players to the National Pastime, you could get him this print profiling Lip Pike, generally acknowledged as the first Jewish major leaguer. Pike joined the National Association for its inaugural year in 1871 for the Troy Haymakers. Pike was one of the first great sluggers in the game, leading the league in homers in four seasons (including each of his first three), once in doubles, once in RBI, and once in slugging percentage. He allegedly beat a horse in a 100 yard dash in 1873. When the Association disbanded and morphed in to the National League, Pike’s play suffered, and he was essentially out of the Majors at the age of 33 in 1878.

Hey big spenders! It’s unclear whether these are, as the seller suggests, the first baseball cards ever made. The Unions were one of the first teams to openly declare themselves a professional club after the National Association of Base Ball Players began allowing professional players. The club battled the great Cincinnati Red Stockings (then in the midst of their 67 game winning streak) to a tie through six innings before the Unions left the field in protest, essentially forfeiting the contest. There is some speculation that the Unions were a crooked club who fixed games and bribed umpires. The club included catcher Bill Craver, who was suspended with Jim Devlin in 1877 for fixing games (Craver was actually suspended for refusing to aid the investigation). There are apparently several cards vying for the title of “first card,” including a shot of shortstop Dave Birdsall from somewhere between 1865 and 1870, and an 1863 shot of Harry Wright that may or may not be from a cricket match, but this set of portraits definitely is in that conversation. And at a quarter million, the six cards here are much more of a bargain than the famous T-206 Honus Wagner.

But all that is very heavy, thematically speaking. And not very interactive. Sometimes, The Common Man just wants to have fun. Which is where this nickel per game baseball pinball game comes in. Despite being more than 50 years old (it was probably manufactured in the late ‘50s), this machine is in great shape. The wood finish is beautiful, and there are no chips or dents. The scoreboard works, little figures run the bases, and a bell rings when you score a run. The previous owner claims to have had the machine for more than 30 years. TCM promises that, if you get this machine for him, you’re totally invited to come over to play. Hell, The Common Man would probably organize tournaments in his basement bar area every weekend. And while you're at it, see if you can get that sweet looking Ms. Pac-Man game in the photo too.
But don’t feel limited by the list TCM presents above. The Common Man would also appreciate Val Picinich’s first baseman’s mitt, a complete set of the 18 Hartland baseball statues of the late 1950s, Yogi Berra’s Hall of Fame ring, or one of any number of other options that are floating around on Ebay. But hurry, because you only have a few shopping days left!
(Programming note: The Common Man will be out of town for the 4th of July, and almost certainly won’t have internet access. He’ll return, triumphantly, on Tuesday the 6th.)
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Monday, July 20, 2009
One Great Birthday Ruins Another
The Common Man figured that there would be no better day for his grand re-blogging than the day of his birth, and this being that, he’s good to go. The Common Man hopes you’ll come back and enjoy the blog.
The Common Man regrets his absence, generally caused by the crazy-high level of activity at work, the crazy-high level of activity of a two-and-a-half year old. Blogging, The Common Man is afraid, fell by the wayside. Totes The Common Man's bad, y'all.
Anyway, it's been a good birthday for The Common Man, who got up before The Boy and was able to make and eat his asiago-cheese bagel with no two-and-a-half year olds clamoring for a bite, little fingers stretched upwards, straining toward the grainy goodness, grasping at the air.
Grainy Goodness.
The Common Man also had time to make The Uncommon Wife's coffee (The Common Man is not exempt from this sacred ritual, even on his birthday, despite the fact he hates coffee). Then he had some essential help from said Uncommon Wife getting The Boy ready for school and got out of the house relatively close to on time. Work, as The Common Man mentioned, has settled down for the near future to a manageable level. And dinner was enjoyed by all at a local establishment that serves Blatz in a can for $1.50/can. You can't go wrong with Blatz, people.
Blatz. You know you want it.
What made the day great (so fars), however, is the news that the Twins are finally, finally addressing their middle infield deficiency. Now, they're doing it by signing a 39-year old, oft-injured, definition of mediocre free agent who hasn't played since last season, but it's something. If he's capable of playing close to his level last year, Mark Gurdzielanek represents an upgrade. Now, it's not as good as if the Twins traded for the Pittsburgh Pirates' disgruntled duo, but it's a start.
Which one of us has to be Robin?
That said, what is a great birthday present for The Common Man, is the world's worst birthday present for The Common Man's fellow Cancer and July 20 birthday celebrant, Alexi Casilla. Casilla is, of course, the Twins' current second baseman, whose horrific and humiliating play at the plate and in the field has led the Twins to seek help from a creaky-kneed old-timer, who's going to be the singular cause of the team going over its names-on-the-backs-of-uniforms sewing budget.
See? That's a huge name!
Casilla, despite an acceptable performance last year (at least at the plate, where he had a 94 OPS+, in the field he was almost 12 runs below replacement level), has dropped into the abyss, "hitting" .176/.237/.216 (a 25 OPS+!) and managing to be almost 6 runs below replacement level despite playing in only 37 games.
Another bunt? You're not even trying anymore, are you?
Casilla has even received the kiss of death from the great Aaron Gleeman, who pointed out in early May that
Still, despite the undeniable truth that Casilla has earned being "fired" from the second base job, The Common Man can't imagine a crappier present on your birthday. Twins GM Bill Smith must've come around the corner this morning and smirked,
B.S.: "Congratulations, Alexi, on turning 25. Here's someone we just hired, who does the same exact job as you, but better. Let's see how this works out. Oh, here's a card."
A.C.: "Que? No hay pastel?"
mmmm...cake

Anyway, it's been a good birthday for The Common Man, who got up before The Boy and was able to make and eat his asiago-cheese bagel with no two-and-a-half year olds clamoring for a bite, little fingers stretched upwards, straining toward the grainy goodness, grasping at the air.

The Common Man also had time to make The Uncommon Wife's coffee (The Common Man is not exempt from this sacred ritual, even on his birthday, despite the fact he hates coffee). Then he had some essential help from said Uncommon Wife getting The Boy ready for school and got out of the house relatively close to on time. Work, as The Common Man mentioned, has settled down for the near future to a manageable level. And dinner was enjoyed by all at a local establishment that serves Blatz in a can for $1.50/can. You can't go wrong with Blatz, people.

What made the day great (so fars), however, is the news that the Twins are finally, finally addressing their middle infield deficiency. Now, they're doing it by signing a 39-year old, oft-injured, definition of mediocre free agent who hasn't played since last season, but it's something. If he's capable of playing close to his level last year, Mark Gurdzielanek represents an upgrade. Now, it's not as good as if the Twins traded for the Pittsburgh Pirates' disgruntled duo, but it's a start.

That said, what is a great birthday present for The Common Man, is the world's worst birthday present for The Common Man's fellow Cancer and July 20 birthday celebrant, Alexi Casilla. Casilla is, of course, the Twins' current second baseman, whose horrific and humiliating play at the plate and in the field has led the Twins to seek help from a creaky-kneed old-timer, who's going to be the singular cause of the team going over its names-on-the-backs-of-uniforms sewing budget.

Casilla, despite an acceptable performance last year (at least at the plate, where he had a 94 OPS+, in the field he was almost 12 runs below replacement level), has dropped into the abyss, "hitting" .176/.237/.216 (a 25 OPS+!) and managing to be almost 6 runs below replacement level despite playing in only 37 games.

Casilla has even received the kiss of death from the great Aaron Gleeman, who pointed out in early May that
"at this point waiting for that guy from early last season to return is wishful thinking. His production in the high minors was anything but impressive and he's basically been a replacement-level player through 187 games in the majors, posting a measly .619 OPS while playing mediocre, mistake-filled defense. Aside from those two months last season, nothing Casilla has done in the past three years predicts long-term success."Whether it's because of basic crappiness or Casilla never really recovered from his thumb injury last year, it's clear Casilla isn't going to help the Twins soon.
Still, despite the undeniable truth that Casilla has earned being "fired" from the second base job, The Common Man can't imagine a crappier present on your birthday. Twins GM Bill Smith must've come around the corner this morning and smirked,
B.S.: "Congratulations, Alexi, on turning 25. Here's someone we just hired, who does the same exact job as you, but better. Let's see how this works out. Oh, here's a card."
A.C.: "Que? No hay pastel?"

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Monday, July 21, 2008
Milestone

It's been an exciting 48 hours in The Common Man's fiefdom. First, The Common Man successfully turned 30 the other day, making him far more common than before. It was a good day. It began, as many days do, with The Common Man getting up with The Boy, taking him downstairs for breakfast, and making coffee for The Uncommon Wife. When The Uncommon Wife needs her coffee to be so uncommon, and so The Common Man doesn't mind helping her recharge her batteries.
Anyway, after church and mowing the lawn (The Common Man does love mowing the lawn), the family drove to beautiful minor-league-baseball-ville to catch a ball game. The home team, frankly, was terrible. They couldn't hit, pitch, throw to the right base, or tie their shoes without help. Still and all, it was baseball, The Boy behaved and had fun, and the "K-Man" struck out 3 times (2-for-1 beers each time!). The Common Man had seats behind the plate and sat next to the scouts (who really weren't in the mood to talk).
And, following the tragic final atbat, as Johnny Notaprospect struck out with his bat on his shoulder, The Common Man got to run the bases with The Boy for the first time.
And at that point, The Common Man realized something. Even though he (at 30, and never playing organized ball above Babe Ruth League) and his son (at 20 months) can find their way to the right bases, and the 20-23 year olds of this team can't find the right bases to run and throw to, The Common Man's dreams of playing pro ball need to die. There simply is no call these days for a 30 year old, doughy white rookie on a baseball team.
And when The Common Man returned home, he learned something equally important. 30 candles on a tiramisu is a fire hazard. Take note.
Back to our regular schedule tomorrow morning.
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