Friday, July 6, 2018

Our Rightful Place

Hear me and rejoice, fans of the NL West! You have had the privilege of being saved by the great Kershaw. You may think this is suffering. No...it is salvation. The universal scales and the division standings tip toward balance because of your sacrifice. Smile...for even in death, you have become children of the great Dodgers.


It happened quietly, during a dinky midseason 6-3 Padres win over the Diamondbacks,  a game so obscure it was booted off the crawl on ESPN3 in favor of World Series Of Poker day 2A results, a game watched only by a half-dozen Phoenix-area retirees who will not survive the season and a few random 10-year-old El Cajon baseball nerds who were born with the Padres fan curse. But when Brad "Band Of The Hand" Hand got the final out Thursday night, the L.A. Dodgers, after months of infinite struggle, quietly slipped into first place, where they will remain until May 1, 2020.

The Diamondbacks are cute, with their players named Ketel and Shelby, perhaps even a little bit above average, as teams go. but we all know where the division title belongs, in the hands of the great Kershaw, the greatest pitcher of all time, and the greatest hitter of all time...Max Muncy.


With a snap of the fingers, 50 percent of the division has now disappeared. It doesn't matter which 50 percent as long as it includes the Rockies. Those guys are nasty. 

By law, the Dodgers are in first place again. Here is an exclusive photo of the celebration from Dodger Stadium. 


They did it. And by "it," I mean "nothing." 






Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Redefining the “Clean Inning”

by Jason Franz

The Dickson Baseball Dictionary defines a clean inning as an inning pitched where the pitcher does not give up a hit or a walk.

It’s been no secret that the saving grace of the Arizona Diamondbacks’ success has been their bullpen. While nowhere near perfect, they have been far stronger than merely solid. Let’s say a hardness factor of at least a 7. The D-Backs’ pen currently is the best in the bigs with a league low ERA of 2.53 (Houston is next at 2.63) with a fairly paltry 8 blown saves to the 24 saves converted, 19 by closer Brad Boxberger.

But the two big horses giving the bullpen cart the finger and running to the hill to dominate their inning or two of pitching have been Japanese import Yoshi Hirano and “The Beard,” Archie Bradley.

Hirano has been mowing every comer down, currently sitting with a 1.25 ERA, 33 strikeouts and a stoopid WHIP of 0.97. But the cleanest of his clean inning stats is that he has pitched 24 straight outings without giving up a single run. He has only surrendered one extra-base hit since May 6 – ONE. He has forced eight double plays, which puts him atop the NL for releivers. He has been as lock down as lock down can possibly come.



Bradley has been almost as solid, proving a perfect 8th inning option and developing into one of the very best relievers in baseball. Bradley’s numbers include a 2.08 ERA, 0.95 WHIP and 3 saves. And he’s still one of the most charismatic characters in the league. I keep waiting to see him pull a Sweet Lou Dunbar and start pulling gizmos out of his soup catcher.

But Bradley recently sent the notion of a clean inning the opposite way. While sitting in on a recent edition of the Yahoo! Sports MLB Podcast, The Beard was asked about the barfing episode by the Brewers’ Adrian Houser, a former roommate of Bradley’s. As only Archie can, he went on to top that story with a little on-the-field incident of his own. 

“So, it’s a 2-2 count, and I’m like, ‘Man, I have to pee. I have to go pee.’ So, I run in our bathroom real quick, I’m ready to go. I’m trying to pee and I actually shit my pants. Like right before I’m about to go in the game, I pooped my pants. I’m like ‘Oh my gosh.’ I know I’m a pitch away from going in the game, so I’m scrambling to clean myself up. I get it cleaned up the best I can, button my pants up, and our bullpen coach Mike Fetters says, ‘Hey, you’re in the game.’ So, I’m jogging into the game to pitch with poop in my pants essentially. It was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been on the mound. And I actually had a good inning. I had a clean inning, and I walked in the dugout and I was like, ‘Guys, I just shit myself.’ They didn’t believe me, then the bullpen came in and they’re like ‘Oh my God, you had to see this’.”



As our founder and spirit guide Neal Pollack will tell you, poop plays. And a good story about shitting one’s pants while on the job will get clicks forever.


Friday, June 15, 2018

There's No Place Like Home

by Neal Pollack

It's impossible to persuade a non-baseball fan that baseball is actually an engaging sport. Even a World Cup match between Iran and Morocco contains more intrigue to the uninitiated than your average MLB throwdown. The average midweek home broadcast contains 45 minutes of blather about "hitting mechanics", discussions about the mound-visit rule, and broadcasters yukking it up about who'll pick up the tab for that night's steak. I get it, baseball can be boring.


Only two occurrences make the jaded non-fan look up from their phones and stifle their yawns. The first, a home-run by the home team, creates such a chaos of noise and light that it's hard to act bored.




The other is the play at the plate.

 Wednesday night's Dodgers-Rangers game, an otherwise unremarkable midseason matchup between two teams with very little history between them, saw three separate masterpieces.

The first one got all the attention. In the third inning of a 1-0 game, the Dodgers' Kiké Hernandez hit a line-drive single to center. Matt Kemp was out, as Vin Scully used to say, from me to you, and he chose to take his frustrations out on Rangers catcher "Danger Will" Robinson Chirinos.  A nifty little schoolyard shoving match ensued, and both players got tossed.



An inning later, 53-year-old Adrian Beltre clearly got tagged out on a close play at the plate, involving a nifty throw from the always-mentioned Kiké Hernandez, but the gods in New York called him safe after a disputed call.




Then in the bottom of the 9th, with the bases loaded, Kiké Hernandez dashed home from 3rd and somehow avoided the catchers' tag using a salsa move of which Marc Anthony would approve.



Keep in mind that was the final play of the game. If every game ended like that, no one would ever be bored watching baseball again.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Let’s Get Ready to RRRRRUMBLLLLLLE!

by Jason Franz


In the third base dugout, coming in at with 35 wins, 29 losses and one of the most miserable May’s in Major League Baseball history, your first place Arizona Diamondbacks!

And in the first base dugout, treading water just below .500 and having dropped seven of their last 10, the team that nobody wants to like but everybody loves to hate, the generally insignificant Pittsburgh Pirates!


To say the Diamondbacks and Pirates have some history is beyond subtle. Going way back to 2014 (hey, that’s like recalling the 1930’s for a Red Sox fan), these two teams have had an ongoing feud that began when some Pirates pitcher no one can recall hit Paul Goldschmidt on the wrist, causing a fracture and sitting him down the remainder of that season. The D-Backs came right back the next day with Randal Delgado plunking Andrew McCutchen square in the back.



It is on.

Two years later, some dude named Arquimedes Caminero decided to earn some goodwill with his Bucco teammates by going headhunting not once but twice during a 12-1 route of the Diamondbacks. Both former shortstop Jean Segura and current shortstop Nick Ahmed got hit in the head, Ahmed on the chin, which led to then-GM Tony La Russa charging into the Pirates’ broadcast booth to set some “inaccuracies” straight. Whatever, it was good drama.




So, here we are, two more years later and the Pirates are back in town and beanball is already in play. With the Pirates holding a 5-0 lead in the 7th, D-Backs reliever Braden Shipley popped Josh Harrison in the hip with a wild pitch and let another wild one sail over Starling Marte. And because they’re down 5-0, clearly these pitches were intentional, right?

Well, that’s what the Pirates seemed to think because they came right back in the bottom of the 7th to plunk Chris Owings in the back. This led to a 5-run inning to tie the game and the utter unraveling of the Pirates.


Diamondbacks win, 9-5.

Under Clint Hurdle, the Pittsburgh Pirates have hit more batters than any other team. What are the odds the Pirates are throwing at every hitter, the mascot and a couple of the vendors tomorrow?

Thursday, June 7, 2018

No-Tation

It would be a bit of an understatement to say that the Dodgers' pitching staff has been bit by the injury bug. More like, "has been completely devoured by a pack of injury werewolves." Eighty percent of the Opening Day rotation is on the disabled list. Clayton Kershaw went on the DL with a bicep strain, came off, pitched five innings, and then left with a back problem. Hyun-Jin Ryu had a groin muscle tear off the bone. Rich Hill has a finger blister so virulent that he's starting to resemble second-reel Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. 



Fucking disgusting.

While Ross Striping and Walker (I am not Matthew Broderick) Buehler have held the line admirably, the Dodgers are still having to dredge the organizational lake to find guys to start games. Yesterday, they brought up a kid named Caleb Ferguson who only had a couple of AAA starts under his belt.


Ferguson didn't make it out of the second inning in a game that the Dodgers lost 11-9 to the lame Pittsburgh Pirates, even though Matt Kemp had so many hits. Then he was placed into a rotating space triangle and shot into the Phantom Zone.

Today's starter, 22-year-old Dennis Santana (ft. Rob Thomas)




literally got pulled from the game while he was throwing his bullpen warmups when Dave Roberts saw that his slider wasn't sliding. He will almost certainly go on the disabled list with a lat injury. This forced Daniel Hudson, last seen giving up many dingers for the Diamondbacks, to "start" the game, pitching one inning. The bullpen threw the entire game, setting a team record for most men to ever pitch in one game in a Dodger uniform (17). A pitcher named "Brock Stewart", who sounds like a stereotypical frat-boy villain, surrendered a three-run homer in the eighth.

And yet the Dodgers still won 8-7 because Joc Pederson and Cody Bellinger have risen to their statistical mean and are now hitting baseballs very far.



Booya. The Dodgers have now won 15 of 20 games and sit in third place, one-sixteenth of a game behind the Rockies or Diamondbacks or whoever. Screw those other teams. The Blue has actual pitchers lined up for the weekend series with the Braves, and then the next two games, I don't know? Are the Winklevoss Twins available?


Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Padres Fan Catches Foul Ball In Beer, Drinks Beer, Earns Seat In Valhalla

Listen: I was all set to write a blathering piece about how the Padres are showing signs of life, even greatness (well, "goodness"). True, they are in last place - 5.5 games out - but they've gone 6 and 4 in their last ten games, they are scoring (48 runs in their last 8 games), there's some power in their bats (Franmil Reyes has homered 4 times in his last 7 games, and Christian Villanueva leads all MLB rookies with 15 this season). And - this is important! - the NL West is a rancid cesspool of a division. (Waves at Neal and Other Jason.) The Padres may yet reach the .500 mark, which is really all that one can hope for this year.

But really, who gives a shit about all that unimportant nonsense, when we are witness to such wonders:





Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Fourth Place With A Bullet

Three weeks ago, the Dodgers were ten games below .500, nine games out, mired in fourth place, and fans everywhere bemoaned what appeared to be a lost season. Now, after a monster weekend Coors Field rout of a Rockies team that appears to be mainlining THC dabs in the bullpen, the Dodgers are now only one game under .500, two games out...and still in fourth place.

None of this makes any logical sense, but I think we all know by now that baseball is stupid. For instance, the Dodgers' four best players this season have been Matt Kemp, who last year seemed fat and done in Atlanta;


Max Muncy, an Oakland reject who looks like he's playing 1st base in between shifts at the Quick-E-Lube; 


Ross Stripling, who has been a professional baseball player for a few years; and Walker Buehler, a child who until very recently was in the minor leagues but now will forever be subjected to hackneyed visual jokes like this:


Meanwhile, four of the Dodgers' five opening-day starters are on the disabled list. Hall-Of-Famer and person who Dodgers' broadcasters drone about Clayton Kershaw has been on the DL twice. Rich Hill's finger erupts into disgusting pustules every time he picks up a baseball. Corey Seager had Tommy John surgery. Justin Turner missed the first quarter of the season with a broken hand and has just been mediocre since he returned. Last year's Rookie Of The Year Cody Bellinger has been epically bad. 




via GIPHY

Oh, you think that's funny, Cody? How would you like to spend the rest of the summer in Oklahoma City, working on your swing?

At the moment, the Dodgers' rotation consists of Buehler, Stripling, Alex Wood, a rookie named Dennis Santana, and, I think, me. This smells like a fourth-place team.

And yet: The Dodgers still look pretty likely to win the division. The Diamondbacks spent a week bailing water out of the hull and have somehow remained on top. The Rockies gave up 33 runs in three games against the Dodgers over the weekend, blowing leads in each of the three games. If that team wins the division, I will eat my Fernando Valenzuela Happy Meal figurine that I've had since 1981. We all have affection toward the Padres, but that's not happening. And if the Giants win the division, all three contributors to this site will lock hands and jump off the Hoover Dam together.

All told, the fourth-place team is really the first-place team. After all, we have Max Muncy. Nothing could possibly go wrong now.

Friday, June 1, 2018

The Arizona Diamondbacks are the Dudley Do-Right of Major League Baseball

by Jason Franz

Into the central region of Arizona at the close of the Twenty-teens played the Diamondbacks of the baseball, lonely defender of Chase Field and fair play. Handsome, brave, daring...and hopelessly lost.

Once upon a time, when serial cartoons that featured characters that more than resemble our first lady and heroines who preferred horses to men, there was a daily show for the children of Arizona responsible for more chronic tardiness than a drunk school bus driver. The Wallace and Ladmo Show was one of the longest-running television programs ever and even featured a former baseball player, Ladimir Kwiatkowski, who played both for Arizona State University and in the Cleveland Indians farm system.

Wallace and Ladmo was home to The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends cartoons, which featured perhaps the dimmest of all heroes – yes even, dimmer than Bullwinkle Moose – Dudley Do-Right, doer of good. Dudley was famous for being a handsome and rugged idiot, always stumbling into the traps of his arch rival Snidely Whiplash and whipped around by his horse-loving gal, Nell. 



This is all relevant because the Arizona Diamondbacks have, in fact, become the ridiculous fatuousness of Dudley Do-Right. They present themselves as handsome do-gooders, ready to fight on the side of righteousness, defending opponents in spite of their misguided ways, putting on a sheen on infallibility while their true nemesis wallows in misery of their own doing. Yet, despite it all they are doomed to unravel, allow an 8-game lead to slip through their batting gloves even though the rest of the division is playing .500 baseball and constantly saying, “Everything is just fine.”


Hell, they even got beat by a guy who looks like Snidely Whiplash.

The irony in all of this is that the team that has managed to stay mediocre enough to grasp first place away from the D-Backs, the Colorado Rockies, the cockroaches of the NL West, are the setting where Dudley exists in all of his ineptitude.

So here we are, waiting to see what dastardly deed the next incapable bad guy can unleash upon the Diamondbacks, much like the miserable Sal Romano of the miserable Cincinnati Reds who outdueled Pat Corbin to snatch away a much-needed series sweep for the Snakes. And now we look to June, with seven games against the truly worst team in the National League sandwiching an away series against the Rockies.

Will Paul Goldschmidt return to his line drive hitting ways? Will the Diamondbacks’ pitchers continue to toes the line despite an offense that scores more runs than gets hits? Can AJ Pollack return to boost the pitiful offense? Or will the true villains of all teams NL West, the San Francisco Giants, find a way to tie the D-Backs to the tracks once again, only to see the Dodgers walk into July making kissy-face with the Chase Field bullpen cart?


Stay tuned to see if Goldschmidt can actually happen!

Thursday, May 24, 2018

First Place is The Worst Place

A week ago, a prominent Dodger writer (not me), declared that "The Dodgers are done." Since then, the team has won six of seven, including a dominant three-game sweep of Washington and, just concluded, winning two out of three from the Colorado Rockies, who remain in "first place."

Now, why do I put first place in air quotes? Let's do a deep statistical dive into the Rockies.

They are terrible. That's the deep statistical dive. The Rockies have scored 28 fewer runs than they've given up. Only the three last-place teams and the Giants, who are in third place in the West despite being evil, have worse tallies. Because of a scheduling anomaly that caused the Dodgers to play the Diamondbacks 55 times before they played the Rockies once, I hadn't lain eyes on the Bible Boys In Purple. Truly, now I know that I have nothing to fear.

The Rockies have Nolan Arenado, yet another great player who, because of a witch's curse, is destined to spend the best years of his life flailing away at Coors Field. They have Charlie Blackmon, who, every day, looks more and more like Grizzly Adams.


Blackmon won a battling title last year, but that sort of lightning rarely strikes twice unless you are Tony Gwynn, Ted Williams, or Wade Boggs. Now he's hitting .260, which befits a man who lives with a bear. DJ LeMahieu is on the disabled list, and beyond that they have Gerardo Parra batting cleanup and a collection of human males batting elsewhere. There appear to be some decent young starters in the mix, but that's deceiving, because the Rockies have played far more games on the road than at home, where starting pitchers are sacrificed like Aztec virgins to Quetzalcoatl. 


They also have a bullpen of sorts, with Adam Ottavino and Wade Davis as a decent tip of the spear, backed up by another group of human males who serve up homers like this: 





Fuckin' sweet.

The Rockies played three games in Dodger Stadium, and they scored five runs. They've lost 10 of their last 15 games. And yet this was enough to vault them into first because the Diamondbacks have literally fallen off the edge of the world. Colorado is like a veterinarian pressed into doing CPR when there's no other doctor on the plane. Lord knows the Giants aren't in any position to win a division title. If they do, then I will ship myself to Ecuador in an airless box.

So who does that leave? The Dodgers, of course, who have had a nasty season, rife with mishaps and injuries. Sixty percent of their Opening Day starting rotation is down, though Clayton Kershaw appears to be returning soon. Corey Seager said "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," and vanished into ash. They are 22-27, which somehow qualifies them to be 3.5 games back. And yet they have to remain the odds-on favorite to win this incredibly weak West. Though they'd better watch the Padres, who, at 21-30, are only five-and-a-half out. If it were only between the Padres and the Rockies, the Padres would be playing October ball.




Enjoy being in first place, Rockies! See you in hell! Woot! 




via GIPHY

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

When The Padres Actually Won A Series: A Look Back at The Pittsburgh Miracle of 2018

There's a great quote from the baseball movie The Sandlot that I find myself thinking about. "Remember, kid," says baseball legend Sandy "The Sandlot" Lott to a character the viewer knows only as "The Kid", "there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die."

The scrappy kids of "The Sandlot" (Paramount Pictures, 1972), enjoying a day of baseball at the local municipal park. 

Listen: do you hear it? It's the sound of the clouds, moving across the sky, reminding us of Time's inexorable passage, and that the water cycle is a thing, even in southern California. The clouds are made of vapor, which is really water writ small, and in those clouds perhaps are reconstituted droplets of the sweat of iron legend-men, their essence drifting upwards to Valhalla, where Zeus dwells. (Or perhaps it's Thor? He lived, right? I know Spider-Man didn't. Killing off the kid superhero was some cold-ass shit, Thanos. Oh, sorry, Spoiler Alert.) A reminder that titans once walked the earth, wearing caps and athletic uniforms that required belts, which if you think about it is weird.

You know who didn't need to wear a stupid belt? Randy Jones.

I'm an old man now, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. May 20, 2018. The Padres were on the verge of actually winning a series in Pittsburgh, something they hadn't done since 2014. Except that they weren't: going into their last at-bat in the ninth, the Padres were down 4 to 5. And then Jose Pirela scored from second thanks to a throwing error by shortstop Jordy Mercer. Tie game. And then Freddy Galvis bunted in Franchy "One Half Of The FRAN-chise" Cordero to give the Padres the lead. It became glorious:



The Padres would win that series, taking three of four games from the Pirates, and raising the hopes of the Friar Faithful. A three game winning streak! All things seemed possible.

That, of course, was The Time Before.

I tell my children of it, though they do not believe me. This world conspires to crush the small things. Even legends fade with time. "Didn't the Nationals beat the Padres 10 to 2 yesterday?" asks my son, and I have no answer to give him, other than "yes, yes they did".

Monday, May 21, 2018

Free Falling

by Jason Franz

KA-ploosh.

That semi-murky explosion you heard was the tinderbox that has become the Arizona Diamondbacks and their complete implosion. Team Uncertainty has made their return to the Diamondbacks’ dugout.

At least they gave us six weeks of interesting baseball.

These snakes didn’t just return to winter hibernation, they went full Thelma and Louise and drove their team bus off the north rim of the Grand Canyon. It’s a shame, too, because no other team in the NL West seems to have any interest in winning. Just as the Diamondbacks lose five straight and 11 of their last 13, only the last place San Diego Padres have played over .500 baseball over the past ten games. Ugh.

The Arizona Diamondbacks were riding the crest of a virtual tsunami, setting historical marks by not dropping a series to start the season until their 13th frame began back on May 10. 13. Bad luck.

Since then, the Diamondbacks have been swept twice and not scored more than four runs in 11 games. In fact, they only scored more than 4 runs once in all of May. This is no longer a Paul Goldschmidt problem – this is an organizational disembowelment.

The team batting average is dead last in all of baseball. At .219, their team average is nearly ten points behind the next worst team, the woefully pitiful Miami Something-or-others. Their on base percentage is also dead last, meaning they can’t even walk their way on or lean into a pitch every now and then. Offensively, this team flat sucks.

Despite this utter collapse at the plate, the team remains relevant because their pitching remains resilient. Even though two starters have been lost, the team has the third lowest ERA in The Bigs and have held opponents to a batting average (.224) that’s just a smidge above their own measly output.

And yet, there’s a feeling that none of that matters because the Arizona Diamondbacks have become The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight at the plate. And there doesn’t seem to be any hope on the horizon. Goldschmidt cannot break from his funk, AJ Pollock is out for a couple of months with a broken hand, Steven Souza Jr. couldn’t hit a ball into play for his couple of games between injuries, Ketel Marte is playing like an A-ball rookie, Jake Lamb just isn’t that good to carry a team on his own and everybody with the exception of Daniel Descalso seems to be playing the lava game and avoiding the base paths because they are molten and they will die. It’s just all really, really sad.


At this point, the D-Backs can only hold onto the notion that there’s still a whole lot of baseball to be played. On second thought, that may not be such a good thing.

When is the NBA Draft?

Sunday, May 20, 2018

On The Brink Of Five Games Under .500

When you watch baseball games, either live or on TV with Orel Hershiser endlessly droning on about how "this guy just needs to find his rhythm," there's this illusion that you're seeing some sort of sporting drama that contains surprises and great feats of athleticism. But if you stare hard enough, you see the entire game turn into a series of 1s and 0s. It's a vortex from which you cannot escape.


What appears to the untrained eye to be a baseball game is, in fact, a series of random, often unevenly distributed, statistical occurrences with the occasional hamstring pull. That's the only way to explain the Dodgers' season thus far. In short order, they pitched a no-hitter (using four pitchers), then lost a series to the Padres, then lost a series to the Marlins, then got swept at home in a four-game series by the Cincinnati Reds and their horrible pitching staff, then went to Florida and lost two more games to the Marlins. In the process, they looked like the worst baseball team ever assembled. They couldn't hit, they couldn't pitch, they couldn't field. They lost eight games in a row where the deficit was two or fewer runs.

Then they blew the Marlins out 7-0. Justin Turner, risen from the disabled list, drove in five runs, and Kenta Maeda pitched eight shutout innings.



Then the Dodgers went to Washington and proceeded to sweep a doubleheader, including a ludicrous game where Rich Hill's finger exploded after two pitches and the lame Dodgers' bullpen somehow managed to outpitch Max Scherzer. Then today, they won a game started by Steven Strasburg. Kiké Hernandez and Yasiel Puig hit two-run homers. They looked like every bit the team that went to the World Series last year, or at least like a possible playoff team. 

Essentially, all the bad statistical occurrences got laid out across a horrific stretch of baseball like what Padres fans suffer through every year, but like Dodgers fans only have to deal with about one season per decade. A more even keel would be nice, but the baseball gods are playing Yahtzee with us. Now the script will be flipped, the worm will be turned. We will descend into the time tunnel and come out on the other side and the numbers will be perfect.

Here we are, 46 games into the season, with 116 more to go. The Dodgers have a worse record than everyone in the division except for the Padres, who are due for relegation. And yet because Arizona has been systematically feeding its star players into a meat grinder, the Blue find themselves only five games out of first place. Tomorrow night the Rockies come to town only a half-game back themselves, so we can hear a lot about Nolan Arenado and his "professional at-bats." We've played the D'Backs 53 times, but haven't played the Rockies once. I look forward to getting bored with them soon. 

First place or bust! In this division, that may be the same thing. 

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Cordero! Reyes! Vive Les Frans!

There have not been many Great Sports Frans; that is to say, Male Sportsmen Who Are Named Fran, Or From Whose Names Fran May Be Derived. There was Tarkenton...


(Can we pause to appreciate the fact that someone decided to seek out a 1977 Fran Tarkenton baby shampoo commercial and upload it to YouTube? And that 4,654 people - including you, my friend! - have watched it? Paul Simon once sang that these are the days of Miracle and Wonder, and it's increasingly hard to argue with him.)

...and I think that's it. The Padres already had a Fran, of sorts: Franchy Cordero, who is well-liked here because he is pretty good (or at least getting better) - currently hitting .252 with 6 home runs - and has a great Baseball Name. Now they have two: Franmil Reyes. Reyes has already made history, in that he is the first MLB player named Franmil. And while we know that every major league organization absolutely factors in Great Baseball Names when determining their rosters (tip of the cap to you, Johnny Dickshot)...




Franmil brings more to the Padres than just a fun name. The dude is an absolute unit. He is 6'5", weighs 240 pounds, and does things like this:

And as it happens, Franmil and Franchy are friends. (Frands?) The two played summer league baseball together in their native Dominican Republic, signed with the Padres organization the very same day (November 1, 2011), and were roommates for a time.

And both guys have the ability to do unholy things to baseballs. Cordero did this a couple of weeks ago:


and has since hit two home runs that travelled over 450 feet each. Reyes can also use his bat to send baseballs very, very far away, to places from whence none return.





So Padres fans are quite excited. We now have an outfield with three exciting young players (Manuel Margot rounds out the trio), and we get to collectively come up with a nickname for the Franchy / Franmil duo. (After "Frands", I got nothing.)