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Words from the Editor: Late Night Drinking


Maybe I’ve been drinking too much sherry on a school night, but I have a desire to ramble, and maybe some of this will have something to do with baseball. No promises, folks.

  • Generally unknown Jim Ward is my latest musical musing. Check him out here at Tembloroso.
  • Looking forward to the end of September.

    One of the biggest surprise players this year is easily Melky Cabrera. His name is funny because my girlfriend says I pronounce “milk” as “melk”. Anyway, Cabrera was ranked 369 by Yahoo! in the preseason. Before the start of Sunday’s games, he was ranked 17th on the season! He’s got a 15/16 season going so far, while hitting .312. Bet the Braves wish they had this production from him last season. One of the reasons I wanted to talk about the Melk Man was because I’ve recently tried trading him in my keeper league, and NOBODY wants him, not as a keeper, not even as a solid option for the playoff push. I guess it’s fine, I’ll ride him out the rest of the season. He’s not going to stop hitting. And he’s going to help me win a championship.

  • Three pitchers who I want next year who will probably come cheap: Justin Masterson, Jordan Zimmermann, and Ryan Vogelsong. All three are having pretty impressive seasons, and because it’s only their first year having success, they should fall to the mid to late rounds next year.
  • One of the most heart wrenching shows ever.

    My top-5 TV dramas of all time (in order): Six Feet Under, The Sopranos, Battlestar Galactica, Mad Men, and Friday Night Lights (and I’m willing to fight anyone who claims FNL isn’t a good show).

  • One reason why you shouldn’t draft a closer with one of your high picks: seven of the top ten on the saves list were ranked outside of the top 100 in the preseason by Y!. Putting so much stock in a player that is really only going to affect one category isn’t a wise choice. Of the top 500 Y! public leagues, players like Jordan Walden, Sergio Santos, and Fernando Salas appear more frequently than Mariano Rivera, Heath Bell, and Brian Wilson.
  • I had planned on writing an article regarding trades, but since a lot of trade deadlines either passed today or will be passing in the coming weeks, I’ve decided just to take an excerpt from that article and insert it here:

Every year you’ll find superstar players who underperform to start the year. It’s like clockwork. You’ll be scanning through player rankings and there’s going to be some preseason stud whose actual ranking is on the wrong side of the movie 300. And a natural reaction is: “Gross…keep away from him.” Or: “That dude was overrated.”

But what’s more likely: everyone was wrong about him or he’s having a poor start to the season?

I generally tend to gravitate towards the latter. Superstar players don’t just forget how to play baseball (well, unless you’re Chuck Knoblauch or Mark Wohlers, but that is neither here nor there). A slow start might mean he won’t have an incredible year, but that’s not to say he won’t be useful at all. Don’t treat these players as diseased. Don’t shy away. Their scabs, hideous body oder, and fleas might be repulsive, but you can be assured that they’re curable. And what’s great for you, their current owners are probably fed up of sharing the same cave with a guy who smells as if he’s never showered and only has 15 RBI, which means you won’t have to pay full price.

Look, his style is hideous, but that smile is irresistible.

Looking at 2011, four and a half months into the season, there are plenty of Top-25 players hanging like albatrosses from owners necks. The first that comes to mind is Evan Longoria. A perennial all-star candidate and marketing campaign spokesperson, Longo has been hurt already and can’t seem to buy an RBI. When Longoria broke into the Bigs a few years back, he was being compared to Ryan Braun (both played 3rd base at the time and looked great in briefs), and that might’ve been a bit of a stretch (Braun’s a better contact hitter, with power and speed), but Longoria is no slouch. If you’re willing to believe he’s a .233 hitter, by all means, stay clear. I, on the other hand, will be looking to low-ball each and every manager that’s made Evan sleep outside with the dog.

  • Last thing before I go: if you have any friends who are on the brink of missing the fantasy playoffs, please do me a favor and razz them into a frustrated tizzy.
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