Thursday, November 20, 2008
Mariners Entry Number One
Let me get this straight...we ended last season with an overly corporate mentality, a bunch of bandwagon bootsie fans who couldn't name a single Mariner before the 95 season, and the lies that Erik Bedard may once again be our savior. we had jettisoned richie sexson and managed to build revisit the imperative question of what makes a valuable centerfielder a below league average right fielder (Ichiro)...and i wanted to wash my hands of the only team i adore more than my University of Michigan Wolverines. who knew we would change our direction from a howie and chuck and their firm grasp on the profits of the 95 and 2001 seasons to a more sabermetric, non-stone age approach. i applauded the hire of Jack Zduriencik, he who was responsible for the drafting of Ryan Braun and Prince Fielder. there has been no Al Chambers, Sam Mays, or even Matt Tuiososopos lately for Jack Z. He knows you cannot build a team with players older than 29 years old. Mathematic analysis has proven that major league baseball players peak between ages 27 and 29. he knows he can build with a nucleus of Adrian Beltre, Jeff Clement, King Felix, and Brandon Morrow. The rest can kiss my behind. Most of all, i believe Jack Z. absolutely, will not, under any circumstance, allow players like Willie Bloomquist or a washed up Aaron Sele to don a Mariners uniform simply because they are from the state of Washington. Nothing gets me more angry than the Willie B. apologists who cheer his groundouts and occasional stolen base like he's our savior. The guy has no place in major league baseball, as a no-hit, little field, try-hard, malaka. just out of curiousity, would the reaction be the same if he wasn't white? why didn't we treat Jason Ellison the same way? they grew up together. we'll save that for another blog. so i have established my faith in Jack Z. and get up in the morning prioritizing in this order...number one, is my daughter safe? number two, is my girlfriend safe? next to me? dang she's beautiful. and number three, where is the newspaper? i need my Jack Z. movement fix...NOW! i literally feel shots of adrenilin reading about his philosophies, his approach. and now the brother hires don wakamatsu? YEAH BOY! the first asian american manager in the major leagues, a lifer. he has that stone face that says there will be no half-steppin' on his watch. and they both say they want to establish a "mariner way" of playing ball. i love it. i would rather pay to see this team of hard-working, non stone-age GM and manager roll a potentially brilliant group of young ballers than a veteran-laden 85 win team with no chance of winning a ring. thank goodness for Jack Z. I CAN'T WAIT!!!!
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Dang! That's some saucy, verbatious, all educated and opinionated-like... ah... goodness. ;)
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