But now we start to roll a little bit. The Cactus and Grapefruit league games start any day now; and March Madness and fantasy baseball drafts should carry us right on through until Opening Night.
Starting tomorrow we have a time-honored tradition, the yearly team previews. We preview every big league team, all 30 until every team has been eliminated.
That should take us into the season quoits nicely. So keep it locked on Diamod Hoggers. And cross your fingers for a warm and sunny April 5th. And if you want help us out with a team preview of a team you feel you know a lot a about, send us an email to diamondhoggers_at_gmail_dot_com.
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Baseball Prospectus on Jay Bruce: “He’s just a baby and he hit 22 home runs in an off year,” a scout said. “Imagine what he’s going to do when he’s healthy. This kid has tremendous power and he’s already advanced enough that he hits them out to all fields because he knows how to turn on inside pitches and he is strong enough to go the other way with balls on the outer half of the plate. What we’ve seen of him is strictly the tip of the iceberg. PECOTA also feels Bruce is ready to bust out, projecting him to hit .275/.342/.520 with 32 home runs in 620 plate appearances.” [Fantasy Alpha]
Three years ago today, your favorite baseball blog was born. It seems like it was so many moons ago. It’s hard to believe.
And here you go ladies and gentleman. Footage of Aroldis Chapman throwing live BP for the first time as a professional ballplayer.
Wouldn’t you know that he draws Chris Burke? Has to be in case one slips from Chapman ala Randy Johnson in the AS game a few years back (vs. John Kruk) and it ends up connecting, they want it to be someone who is expendable.
Burke would fit that mold. This guy has zero chance to make the big league club out of spring.
Hat tip: Paying homage to C Trent over at CNATI.
(Clicks MLB Trade Rumors page)
(Reads Jeter’s quote on a contract extension)
“This is the only organization I’ve ever wanted to play for. I’ve never envisioned myself playing anywhere else. Hopefully I don’t have to. I’ve never been a free agent, and I’ve never wanted to be a free agent.”
(breaks into cold sweat)
Don’t worry Jeets. We’ll sign yuh. I am gonna see to it.
(Runs out to the street, waives down a cab successfully)
We betta sign Jeeta, and we better sign him right fuckin’ now if dey know what’s good fur em. Take me to duh Bronx. I wanna tell Steinbrenna right now how important it is that we protect owa most important asset.
What duh hell owa duh Yanks witout Mista Novemba? Huh?
He’s as much a part of duh Yankee mystique as dat pinstripe on duh fuckin’ hat. One of dose Jews, George or Hank; they’re offa up duh coin to keep owa star and dey’ll do it fuckin’ tuh-day. If not, I’m gonna shove my Italian Genoa salam down dey fat troats and I’ll neva go to anudder fuckin’ Yanks game fuh as long as I live.
(Lights up three cigarettes, is told that he can’t smoke in cab, lights a fourth cigarette)
Duh Sopranos. Duh Joysey Turnpike. Duh Jets, Duh Giants. Rudi Giuliani. Ground Zero. None of dat means shit tuh this city if Jeets is wearing anyting otha then Pinstripes come 2011.
Doesn’t loyalty account fuh sometin? Doesn’t all the clutch hits in Octoba mean anyting? I grew up watchin’ Jeets become duh king of dis city. I got my first head job the same day he got his first big league knock.
(Opens can of Yueng-leng)
That Cashman betta undastand simple economics. You pay Jeets, you win. It’s dat fuckin’ simple. Wit Jeeta, we could win 10 mowa titles. Witout Jeeta, those fuck-knobs like Girardi and Cashman don’t have fuckin’ jobs.
(Throws empty can of Yueng-leng at old lady)
I’mma gonna have a sit down with da boys and if dey don’t write up a contract fuh Jeets right in front-uh my very eyes, someone’s gonna get roughed around a little and made tuh understand.
(Opens can of Red bull, chugs entire Red bull)
Dis is a guy who’s still in his prime. He hit .334 last season. We need tuh being paying homage tuh King Jeeta. Instead of worryan’ about uh contract, we outta be pickin’ out jewells fuh his crown. Jeeta, do yuh like ruby’s or emerulds?
(Starts doing forearm curls with 25 pound free weights, yelling with each rep)
Dis is Jeeta’s town! He is duh king of duh concrete jungle, and he can fuck anybody he wants! Ya hear? Am I right? Am I not right? Dis is so true!
(Hops out of cab at New Yankee Stadium, puts on sunglasses in daylight, throws a quarter at the cabby)
Steinbrenna, if you don’t pay owa boy I’ll have my rich father from Queens bury you unda the new elementary school he’s building. This I mean fuh sure!
JEETUH FUH EVA!
Good song here that I’ll always remember from the Pizza Hut commercial (does anyone else remember what I’m talking about?) that came on before some VHS movies.
This is Peter, Paul, and Mary. They also wrote Puff the Magic Dragon. But this one is a classic. And it’s true what they say about right field. Hell, the bad kid always gets stuck in the outfield while the studs of little league play shortstop and first base.
But I assure you; by the time you get to high school and college ball, you’ll be glad you were stuck in the outfield. You can think about thirty things other then baseball each inning. You can think about your at-bats. You can zone out and see who’s in the stands. Outfield is the cadillac of baseball positions.
You hold your nuts, you fart in your sleep, and you watch porn. You have disgusting habits, including scratching and sniffing and talking about pussy and beef jerky. You forget to brush your teeth, you have funky toe-nails, and you lie. You’ve probably stolen before, too.
Jealousy has nothing to do with it. I see right through the sweetheart act. You do not fall in love over a period of a few nights with multiple women. That is not real love talking, it’s an erection.
So I’ve been made to suffer through your bastard-ass rose ceremonies for weeks on end now hearing about how honest and charming you are. Your time is running short, turd.