Working for the Weekend, Lima-Time, and Slammin' the Door on Sammy
Now for some of us that's less exciting than for others. Sippy Momo for example. Not to take anything away from his responsibilities here at Yankees 2000, but the truth is that blogging is, traditionally at least, more of a moonlighting type gig than a full-time endeavor. To the extent that he has defied that conventional wisdom, every weekend for old Sip is a three-day weekend, or a seven-day weekend when you think about it.
Sip, if you're reading this, we kid because we love. It was great seeing Sippy all Cali-ed out last night, the first time I'd seen him since he moved to San Francisco. You should have seen this kid on the poker table, first one to bust out and all it took was an hour and change. But hey, ladies, I'm here to tell you that his tan looks great.
Speaking of people looking great, how 'bout that Jose Lima's wife? I think I've seen exactly one photograph of Mrs. Lima (first name unknown) in all the stories I've ever read about her. She's standing next to her husband, shirt pressed tight against her skin, breasts jutting far, and undoubtedly artificially, away from her body. If you've seen the picture you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. But in case I can't explain, let Otter from "Animal House": "she's got a pair of major league yabos." And with that, it appears that Omar Minaya has filled the void of hot player wives created when he traded away Anna Benson last month.
As for whether he's filled the void of credible arms available should one of our starters go down with injury (created when Anna's husband, Kris, was traded), well, given that Jose just eked out a sub-7.00 ERA last year (and I mean just eked out, the guy had a 6.99 ERA in 2005), I don't think we should hold our breath. Seriously, this guy has Scott Erickson written all over him, or, if not Erickson, James Baldwin.
Oh, and for the record, it wasn't like Lima had one of those short seasons where all the numbers get skewed. He wasn't like those rookies who bat .427 in 28 at-bats. Lima started 32 games last year, so he had all the time in the world to get untracked, tracked, and untracked all over again.
Lima's had an incredibly unpredictable career (he's a former 20-game winner for god's sake), but the truth is I want no part of this guy on our roster. Memories of Erickson and Baldwin aside, I detest his mound celebrations.
When you're a starter who has had a 6-plus ERA more than once in your career, you lose the right to show up the other team. If he goes on to win 20 games for us this year I'll probably get over it, but in the meantime, Omar gets a big thumbs down for this pick-up.
(This in spite of Pedro Martinez's response when he heard the Mets had signed Lima, immortalized in today's New York Times by Ben Shipgel:
"It's Lima Time," [Jay] Horwitz said.
Martínez abruptly ended his call and swiveled his head as Horwitz finished his conversation.
"That was Jose Lima?" Martínez said. "Why was he calling you?"
"Because we signed him, Pedro," Horwitz said.
Martínez's eyes widened.
"We signed him for real? Oh, not Jose Lima!"
Martínez buried his face in his hands and started laughing uncontrollably.
"Lima!" he shouted. "Oh, no! This is going to be one crazy clubhouse!"
Frankly, this exchange may make the whole Jose Lima experiment worth it. You gotta love Pedro, geri-curl or no geri-curl.)
So what else is going on? Well, Sammy Sosa has decided to retire. It's amazing how popular this guy was just a few years back and now that he's retiring he's pretty much a forgotten man. Is this the fate of all suspected juicers? If it is, hopefully that's a sign that the steroids era is ending, that fans are sick of second-guessing all of their favorites, and that players are tired of being suspected (or at the least, tired of worrying about being caught).
Let's hope. I mean look, I love watching these guys sock dingers as much as the next guy, but let's go back to 1986, as immortalized by the 1986 Mets Tape, for a moment. Watching that video, you see a bunch of players who look more or less like we do. Watching them at the time was sort of like watching your dad play baseball, only they were infinitely better than you, your dad (sorry Hound) or anyone else's dad could ever be.
And it was fun in a way. It was superhuman without being alien. It was more accessible watching the Straw slug a home run than watching Mark McGwire with his ridiculous Popeye arms do it.
So maybe the steroids era is finally ending, and if it is, good riddance. Give me the days when HoJo could lead the NL in home runs with 38 (I think it was 38) and I'll take them any day of the week.Anyway, that's all for now. It's about 1 p.m. and I am racing to get out of here by 5 so I can drive down to Baltimore and D.C. for the weekend. Big ups all, enjoy your three-day weekend. As for you Sip, just keep doing what you do.
- A.F.O.M.G.
posted by Sippy Momo at 12:12 PM
4 Comments:
AFOMG, the best weekend in the game is the four day weekend. Do your research.
Ya know, I was tempted to go with the four day weekend, but then I realized I haven't had one since I graduated, and I'm beginning to doubt whether they exist in the professional world.
Can someone confirm or deny? I'm skeptical.
Give me the days when HoJo could lead the NL in home runs with 38 (I think it was 38) and I'll take them any day of the week.
Of course, HoJo did that with a corked bat -- so it's really one half dozen or the other.
;-)
Very fair point, a2d. For what it's worth, I considered mentioning that, but the sentence I wrote was too long-winded and it ended up on the cutting room floor (that's blog industry speak for something getting deleted).
The real issue was actually that calling HoJo out as a corked-bat-user was that that would remind people of Sammy Sosa, who was also a corked-bat-user. The thinking won my part was that that would detract from the steroid speculation surrounding Sosa, so I decided not to mention it. As it is, you're right, I should have mentioned it.
All of which is to say, I like the audience keeping us honest -- nicely done.
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