Sure, the bitterly biased Yankee devotee within me reveals a practical grouch when a columnist, or innocent bystander, dares compare limitless Jose Reyes to Hall of Fame lock Derek Jeter, or even, gasp, the chosen one, Alex Rodriguez.
Honestly, it’s quite frightening. It only seems a second ago that Reyes was a rumor, the mysterious jewel of the Mets’ farm system during the bygone Steve Phillips era.
Scary thought, time.
Yankees vs. Twins. Angels vs. Red Sox. Mets vs. Cubs. Padres vs. Phillies. The 2007 MLB playoffs look familiar, yet there’s a couple of differences as well.
I already told you what I saw in the crystal ball for the American League in 2007. Now it’s time to talk about what may transpire on the senior circuit. Specifically, will pigs fly in the year of the boar?
Tea leaves. The I Ching. Extispicy. PECOTA. You name it, I’ve looked at it in my utterly insane efforts to predict the outcome of the 2007 Major League Baseball season, beginning even before pitchers and catchers reported to camp. Why on earth am I doing this? The answer, in a nutshell, is simply because I can. Do I have any hope that my predictions will turn out to be true? Not really. Still, I might be on to something here. Or, at the very least, it gives us a place to start talking about the upcoming season.
The Chicago Cubs will enter the 2007 MLB season with an anticipated hype. They are now fighting to be Chicago’s best team, and it feels like there is no more curse on this ball club. Will the Cubs live up to the high standards set out for them?
There is a perpetual circus performing in Major League Baseball. Every so often, between the lion tamers (Clemens, Pujols) and the trapeze artists (Ichiro, Eckstein), a clown emerges and steals the show. This clown is very different from others in two respects: 1)his head—not his shoes—are clownish in size, and 2)he makes fans cry instead of laugh. That’s right, its Bondzo the Clown!
It must be that time of the year again. Hall-of-Fame ballots are out, and he gets brought up again. You know him, he wrote a book about his controversy, sold baseballs on E-Bay, and did just about everything but publicly apologize about betting on baseball. Of course I’m talking about Pete Rose. Every year, about this time, the debate begins.
Coco Crisp officially became a member of the Red Sox in the eigth inning of Boston’s 4-2 win over the New York Mets. Crisp stole the show starting in the bottom of the seventh.