Throughout the annuls of history, we, as a human species have learned that it’s not easy being green. While it’s not easy being green, it is also not easy hitting at Safeco. Looking through the ballpark values, I can surmise that if I jumped off the roof of Safeco, I would have a hard time hitting the ground. It’s well documented, the struggles of high-ceiling prospects donning a Seattle Mariners uniform. Most especially with Justin Smoak, Jesus Montero, and our subject for today’s post– Dustin Ackley. Despite a strong showing at the end of last season, Smoak is the closest to becoming the next ‘falling star’ cautionary tale, putting him right next to the likes of Delmon Young, Rocco Baldelli, and Chris Brown’s fist. But both Montero and Ackley still have a fair chance to reach their potential, and from what I read at TMZ the other day, Chris Brown’s fist has made a sudden turnaround. At the very least, they (the players, not fist) have one more season before the grumblings become deafening, and players like Stefen Romero, Nick Franklin, and Mike Zunino start knocking on the 25-man door.
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So how was your weekend? Mine included news that Jake Peavy could be out for as long as 12 weeks with a tear in his ankle. Could’ve been worse, he could’ve hurt his ankle kicking me in the groin. He was fitted for a cast the other day. I’d like to sign his cast, “But your FIP’s a 3.00!” Wasn’t it the flu stopping him from pitching last week? What’s this, the influenzankle? That’s some Nomar shizz right there. As of right now, I’ve DL’d Peavy in all leagues where I own him, hoping for news that he’ll only be out the shortest possible time of 4 weeks or I’ll drop him if news comes out that he will miss the rest of the season. Now begins the part of our program where I jump from matchup to matchup waiting for someone to stick. Obviously it depends on the league, but, as of right now, I’m giving Dallas Braden a whirly-bird. Braden gets the Dodgers and Padres this week. If he’s good and his matchups are decent, I’ll hold him. If not, I’ll move onto the schmohawk starter behind door number three. Anyway, here’s what else I saw yesterday in fantasy baseball:
Roy Halladay – His right groin is hurt. He has two groins?! The Blue Jays are hoping he can make his next start against the Nats. I’m sure the Jays are not the only ones holding out hope.
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If you drafted Manny this year, then you better make a new plan, Stan because Man-Ram is getting time off for bad behavior. 50 games to be exact. The reason – he came up positive for human chorionic gonadotropin, or HCG, which can be used to boost testosterone levels. Manny seems to be claiming his doctor prescribed it for erectile dysfunction but the drug is most often prescribed for…women’s fertility. Huh? And here we thought Alyssa Milano was the only person in the LA Dodger clubhouse taking those. Maybe Manny got screwed by a bad boner doctor but our money is on Scott Boras. He probably gave those pills to Manny, told him they were Flintstone vitamins, and Manny hallucinated Flintstone faces onto the vitamins.
Please, blog, may I have some more?Before we take our 2009 fantasy baseball rankings to the arms, we look at the top 5 designated hitters for 2009 fantasy baseball. These players are only eligible at Utility. Frankly, I don’t think you should draft any of these hitters. They don’t allow enough flexibility. For example, what if you had David Ortiz clogging up your Utility spot last year and you really wanted to pick up Jayson Werth but had 5 outfielders already? You would’ve been S to the Crewed. If you want some perspective on where these 5 designated hitters fall in the big picture, look at our 2009 Fantasy Baseball Player Rater. As always, this top 5 for 2009 will be broken up into tiers, and their 2009 projections will be included. Anyway, here’s the top 5 designated hitters for 2009 fantasy baseball:
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Please, blog, may I have some more?But the White Sox were able to go back-to-back-to-back-to-back. That’s quadrupling your pleasure. Or double-double-headed. Which makes you say whoopee for fantasy baseball, right? Seriously, you say whoopee. Yeah, you do. You and Bob Eubanks. But if someone asks you the most romantic place you’ve ever made whoopee, don’t say, “Up the butt.” Now there was something in the middle of this landmark real baseball feat that you should take notice of — Paul Konerko.
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