Friday, June 29, 2007
When Fantasy Meets Reality
You see when managers get to keep every one of their players from year to year, some of them turn into rabid, player-hording bastards, and their definition of the words "player value" gets all thrown out of whack. Managers try make moves that will build up their team for the future, while at the same time keeping it competitive for the present. Naturally, anybody under age 25 becomes a hot prospect, while anybody over 35 becomes trade poison.
This of course means that trying to make trades turns into a kind of retarded chess match, where you're trying to negotiate a fair deal with a lunatic who is ridiculously overvaluing his players. It's the kind of thing that leads to inevitable demands of Barry Bonds and Gary Sheffield for Elijah Dukes.
Anyway, my team is in a sort of Sabean-esque bind of pseudo-contention. I'm sort of at the point where at any moment I could either make a heroic charge toward the top, or fall completely on my ass and start the rebuilding process. Much in the vein of our fearless leader, Mr. Sabes, I'm trying to ignore the writing on the wall as long as possible.
I recently acquired Matt Morris to help bolster my pitching (as part of a larger deal; he was actually pretty much a throw in), and this of course gives me another incentive to watch Giants games, as I was discussing the other day.
The thing is, I don't really think Morris is any great shakes (and who does?), and I don't think he will continue to perform as well as he has, but all I ask for are some reasonably good innings. You see, innings pitched is one of our categories, and if you can just find guys who can toss up about 160-200 innings a year without completely messing themselves, you've got value (I have Kyle Lohse on my team for this reason, for God's sake).
Well, as it so happens, there's a chance for sick irony tonight's game, as Morris makes first start as a member of my team. You see, two of the guys I traded in that deal are Conor Jackson and Carlos Quentin, two young guys with some potential. I like both guys a lot, but I felt that Jackson won't amount to much more than a better version of Doug Mientkiewicz, and I'm just too impatient to sit and wait for Quentin to turn his season around.
Wouldn't it be horrible then, if Morris got beat around tonight and it was those two guys doing the beating? Given my luck in trades over the years, it'll probably go down that way. Jackson will suddenly learn to pull the ball and smash two homers, touching off a tear where he rips 25 more bombs. Quentin finally discovers himself with the help of a hanging Morris curveball and turns into an All-Star. Meanwhile, Morris turns into the 2006 version of himself, kills all his trade value, real- and fantasy-wise, my team sinks to the bottom of the league, and various profanities emanate non-stop from my mouth for the next five years.
Ok, it probably won't happen like that, but really, if it did, I wouldn't be surprised in the least. You're looking at a guy who traded Mark Teixeira for Jose Hernandez and Raul Ibanez in 2003. So let's go Matty Mo, for the Giants and my fantasy team!
-Speaking of Quentin, I don't think he'll be any kind of threat this series. Why? Check out these splits. In Arizona, maybe the NL's leading bandbox now that Coors Field has been reborn under the humidor, Quentin has been one of the best hitters in the league, at .284/.372/.529.
On the road? Eegads. .131/.229/.167. That's a line that shouldn't keep you in the major leagues. Hopefully he doesn't suddenly learn how to hit away from the desert this weekend.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
So where is this in every start? If we don't get Good Zito we get Bad Zito, and lately the latter has been showing up more frequently. Check out these splits, courtesy of Lefty Malo, showing the Jekyll/Hyde act by Zito so far. When he's good he's been Bob Gibson circa 1968. When he's bad he's Jeff Weaver circa now.
Here, this is my little tribute for when we see Good Zito. I'll break out the other, less flattering photo when Bad Zito rears his ugly head again.
The game ended tonight on a caught stealing, which you never, ever like to see, but Dave Roberts getting nabbed by Michael Barrett was an upset of monstrous proportions. One of the best percentage basestealers in the league versus one of the worst defensive catchers? Go figure. I bet nine times out of ten Barrett throws a two-hopper and Roberts steals the bag with his eyes closed, but this time Barrett threw a seed and it unfortunately came at the most crucial point of the game.
Maybe it's just one of those years. If the Giants really do want to get back in the race somehow, they're going to have to win pretty much every series from here on out. Beating Greg Maddux tomorrow, and getting Cain some @!#$% run support, would be a good start.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Return To Stankeye
It'll probably take me a few weeks to reestablish my old links and get whatever readership I had coming back on a regular basis. A few things before we kick off a new era:
-Those who visited my site before know full well that consistency in posting is not my strong suit. I have a bit of a busy schedule and I'm prone to bouts of laziness and burnout. There have more than a few long stretches of nothingness on this blog. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I'll try my damndest to get stuff on here just about every day for those of you who do enjoy reading what I write.
-We're going to scrap the whole "John Ryder" pseudonym that lorded over "Stankeye" in its first two years. When I started this blog I was shy about using my real name, (and I liked using the name of a movie psycho) but now I guess it doesn't really matter. The name is Paul Rice, nice to meet ya.
-I've become way more proficient in the use of html since we last spoke, and Blogger's merger with Google has made it way easier to edit blogs, so we should be seeing some neat things along the way, including more pics and fun stuff in general.
Anyways, thanks for your continued reading and support. While I do want to encourage some debate and argument over the Giants and where the team is going, this is basically just a fun thing for me and shouldn't be taken seriously. I'm here to root on the Giants, make some jokes, get mad at Pedro Feliz, and link to the occasional pic of an insanely hot woman. Your input is always welcome so don't hesitate to throw me a comment or two.
So on that, let's have some fun, and don't forget to read my "comeback" post below about my trip to Socal.