The Flying Molina Brother, who likes his seconds, is dealing with a sore quad (only one, not four – weird!). So the Giants called up Buster Posey yesterday. Well, ain’t that a kick in the shin pads? He wasn’t supposed to get the call and I don’t think he sees much time this year to make a difference in one year leagues. It’s keepers where you wanna grab him immediately. Sabean’s already said Fat Molina is on his way out of The Bay after this season. Buster Posey should get every opportunity to win the job in spring training of 2010. I wouldn’t expect anything, but he’s capable of 14 homers and a .300 average if he gets the job from jump street. In the non-perverse way, I’ll touch on him many more times during the offseason. Anyway, here’s what else I saw yesterday in fantasy baseball:
Wade Davis – Being called up to start Sunday vs. the Yanks. Davis is a decent flier for AL-Only leagues and deep mixed ones. I wouldn’t expect more than a 4.50 ERA and 7 K/9 the rest of the way, and vs. the Yanks isn’t a great one to begin with. Literally. He was broken down in detail here. –> Wade Davis Fantasy <– There
Jake Peavy – Chances of him pitching this year have gone from slim to anorexic.
Michael Young – Out at least two weeks. I’d drop him in leagues where space is limited and you can’t fit any more overhead, useless baggage.
Joe Nathan – 2/3 IP, 4 ER as Kevin Gregg chloroformed Nathan pre-game and did the ol’ switcheroo.
Brian Duensing – 7 IP, 0 ER, 7 Ks. Scroll down to yesterday’s roundup and read what I wrote about Manship. Same applies. Go ahead, scroll. Just moving your eyes down isn’t going to work. You need to scroll. Oh, forget it.
Gordon Beckham – HR yesterday. Now has back-to-back games with homers. Also, he hasn’t recorded more than two hits in a game in two weeks. Adam Dunn throws him his jersey, “I like your style, kid.”
Drew Stubbs – HR yesterday. This is actually kinda comical. Not a funny comical, but more like “This is worse than watching Eyes Wide Shut on basic cable” painfully comical. I grabbed Stubbs in leagues where I don’t need power but need steals. He’s hit three homers in the last four games. It’s like ten thousand spoons and all you need is a knife.
Carlos Marmol – No Cuddle Boy here as he continues to convert the saves he’s getting.
Adam Jones – Close the curtains on the hot box, Jones looks like he’s done for the season. Grab Felix Pie! (<–last reminder until tomorrow)
Kevin Correia – 7 2/3 IP, 0 ER, 5 Ks. In Petco vs. the Nats B lineup. What does a Nats B lineup consist of, you ask. Ryan Zimmerman defected in his pants and Riggleman hung it up as his lineup card. Pete Orr hit 5th (.245 in Triple-A) and Justin Maxwell (.242 in Triple-A), Willie Harris (.222 in majors) and Jorge Padilla (Latin 30) in the outfield. Razztastic!
Nolan Reimold – 5 for his last 7 with a homer yesterday. I’m watching to see if he gets hot, so you don’t have to. You’re welcome.
Mariano Rivera – Day-to-day with a strained groin. That was my story from ages 13-19.
Josh Hamilton – Has dealt with back pain before and yesterday he had a relapse. What, bad choice of words? He says he’ll return on Friday.
Josh Beckett – 6 IP, 4 ER, 9 Ks. Actually, not a terrible start. Sure, you expect more from Beckett, but I’d take 9 Ks in 6 innings every day of the week and twice of Muesday.
Carl Crawford – HR yesterday. Hitting .311, 13 homers and 55 steals. Great, terrific, wonderful! I’ll go into it more in the offseason, but I think he’s going to be overvalued in 2010.
Ubaldo Jimenez – 8 IP, 2 ER. Oh, and he’s a Cy Young contender. Zoinks!
Franklin Morales/Huston Street/Rafael Betancourt – Morales notched the save for the Rockies. Was just a case of Street being used too much…. For the last five months. Huston Street has bicep(s) tendinitis. UPDATE: Rockies are saying Morales will be the closer.
Scott Kazmir – 6 1/3 IP, 1 ER, 8 Ks. If you can’t get traded to the NL, the AL West isn’t a terrible consolation.
(1) Robot Jones must always hit home runs.
(2) Robot Jones must always steal more bases than expected.
(3) Robot Jones must always talk in a creepifying, flat tone that reminds everyone that you can’t trust a robot.