“Those guys skipped bowling tonight to make sure they could be here for this.” – Biguns
The 108ers have a deep, rich history of attending games together and when you hang out with the same crew year in and year out attending events together, especially “special” events, peculiar occurrences can happen. This is one of dem.
Friday, June 28, 2013 – White Sox vs. Indians
This mullet night began much like previous mullet nights before it that the 108ers attended together, with ice cold brews going down easy, some great conversation….ooh and a White Sox game going on in the background. I could tell though, very early in this night that something else was adrift.
For those that don’t know wtf “Mullet Night” is exactly, it is a promotional event at Sox Park that features people sporting REAL, but mostly NOT REAL mullets for the evening. The event is usually sponsored by some low-rent hair cutting chain. In this instance it was sponsored by Great Clips. The fine folks from Great Clips position themselves at various spots throughout the first level of the concourse and will cut hair for donations to a specified charity. It is fun!! Obviously, the authentic mullets are much more fun than the mullet wigs, although to each their own. The opening quote of this post is a Mullet Night in the past, when the crew was having a ball watching a gentleman who was really getting into his new found status because of his beautiful and natural flowing “business up front and party in the back” hair cut. I wish I had a picture of that mutherfucker, cupping an ear and listening to the crowd like he was a professional wrestler at a championship bout. He was something…..anywho, I think you get the jist of this now, its FUCKING FUN! Now back to the night in question.
The 108ers, at least in this era, would sit mainly in a 2 x 2 formation, with Slumpbuster and yours truly in the #1 seats (Slumpbuster in front of the BeefLoaf) and Biguns and Chorizy each in the #2 hole respectively. That’s not a euphemism, they were literally in the #2 seats. Anyhow, early on in the game, I could tell that Slumpbuster was a little more poignant and measured than usual, he had something on his mind. To get a feel for Slumpbuster, he’s a salesman by trade, but he’s pretty much talking, fist bumping and clapping from soup to nuts at a ball game. He’s not one to allow a moment of silence to rest, so for him to be a little more measured, did sort of create a tension…..then he hit me.
“Hey BeefLoaf, I’ll pay $200 to get a mullet shaved into your head.“
Inner Monologue – Lots of dares and bets and other bullshit do actually occur amongst our friends. Not just our 108 friends but in the larger group of friends. As someone (along with Chorizy) who has had portions of my life were I have made a good chunk of my living betting on stuff, there are a couple of things you need to figure out in a situation like this…..
1. How difficult is the task to accomplish?
Getting a mullet cut is pretty fucking easy, in principle. I do however have a wife and child….OH and my in-laws are in town and we are planning to go out to dinner the next night. This moves the task from no-brainer to reasonably easy, but with a few obstacles.
2. How likely am I to get paid?
Slumpbuster may be a lot of things, but he ain’t welching on a thing like this. 100% chance of payment is what I was thinking. But wait! Slumpbuster is the deepest pocketed of the original 108ers. He has a good job, plus, he has no family.
After weighing the two main issues, I decided that A) I needed to clear this with Mrs. BeefLoaf, or at a minimum let her know it is coming before pictures of me end up all over Facebook and Twitter with a mullet and she’s at home with her folks thinking WTF? B) I think I can get more than $200 out of Slumpbuster. This man is on a mission to have me do the dance for him in front of (we had like a dozen people out at this game with us) a crowd. He wants to be the MC, and I his main performer…..so
I respond to Slumpbuster “Let me think about it.” to that he immediately retorts..”$300″.
Inner Monologue II – I’ve got him! I know there is more than $300 there, so I push him off again and realize I need to talk to Mrs. BeefLoaf ASAP so I know I can play this charade and get this shit done.
I respond to Slumpbuster “Let me think about it. Let’s just watch the game for now.”
He has to know that I am at least mildly interested, since I didn’t back down immediately. I finish my beer and we order another round. I find a reason to excuse myself from my seat (bathroom or whatever) and I go up to the concourse and call Mrs. BeefLoaf. The phone conversation with Mrs. BeefLoaf is why I have an awesome wife and pretty much nobody is in a position to dispute it. I call, tell her the lowdown and there are two main tenets that come away from the conversation. #1 Mrs. BeefLoaf dgaf if I get a mullet or not, she basically said, she dunt care if I get it for no money. #2 Mrs. BeefLoaf tells me I can get AT LEAST $500 out of Slumpbuster. Atta girl. Practical and a stone cold killer all at once.
The game continues and we are in about the 5th inning by now, beers have been flowing, everyone is feeling good. bullshitting and laughing. Slumpbuster finally turns around and comes over the top of his original two offers and says….”BeefLoaf, $500″. I SNAP CALL. “Let’s go!!”. Everyone in the crew turns around as I pop up and start strolling up the concourse. The herd follows. Slumpbuster and I lead the crew, as we go directly to the conveniently located Great Clips station right above Section 107. I wait for a chair to open up and I plop down on it. The young lady looks at me and I look back and instruct her. “I want you to give me a mullet and this gentleman here will take care of the donation.” She gives a little grin, as if she has been waiting all fucking night to cut some dumbass’ hair into a gigantic drunken mistake. Slumpbuster grabs a couple of twenty dollar bills and throws down a healthy donation considering the circumstance (he’s an EXTREMELY generous dude, so this surprises nobody). The young lady gets to work on my hair. As she does, the 108ers and their friends start snapping pictures. Before I know it, mufuckas we dont even know are snapping pictures as a crowd is starting to gather around us. The young lady cutting my hair is getting towards the end of the cut. I can tell A LOT of hair is on the ground and that the top is pretty short as are the sides. Then she turns to Slumpbuster (as by this point she knows he’s really in charge of this situation) and asks him something that I was not expecting. “Do we want lines?”
Inner Monologue III – LINES? I don’t want any fucking LINES cut into my head. I’m going to look like an idiot. Also, I have to work on Monday and I can get the rest of this bullshit cut into shape, but if they cut lines into my head, I can’t do shit. I’ll be the dumbass at work, with LINES cut into their head. AH FUCK!!!
Slumpbuster gives me a look and a classic devious Slumpbuster smile and turns back to the hairdresser and says “Oh yea, we want lines.” It was rare to see such devious joy pouring out of this dude. I can hear the clippers getting in there nice and tight and giving me lines, but it’s too late to fight it. I’m going to have lines and there is nothing I can do about it. I stand up, once the cut is completely done. Thank the hairdresser and start walking towards my seat. The group dissipates and just as soon as it had started, minutes later, my thick mane of hair was cut down into an NWI special (no offense to my brothers and sisters in the NWI, this is an inside joke). Slumpbuster lobbed me $200 that minute and vowed to pay me the rest the next game we went to together (which he did).
So there you have it, the next time you happen to be talking to someone about Mullet Night, you can say, “Hey, I know some dumbass who got a mullet ON MULLET NIGHT!” and it won’t be a lie.
PS – I did go to the bar that night after getting a mullet cut in my head, because when you #108ing, you just keep on #108ing until it’s time to stop
I often enjoy a man in uniform.
It is appropriate for many managers to wear the same uniforms as their team members. High ranking public officials such as police officers or firefighters wear the same uniforms as the people they employee. Nurse managers may also wear the same scrubs as more junior nursing staff. With these examples, there is usually a functionality to why managers wear the same uniform as their players. Not only from a utility standpoint – bullet-proof vests, flame-retardant jackets and scrubs that are easy-to wash bodily fluids off of, safely – but also from a recognition standpoint.
There are other professions wear it would be silly for a manager to wear the same uniform as their employees and where the recognition, could be misleading.
Picture if you will, the CEO of any of the major airlines, wearing a pilot’s uniform. Or how about Gregg Popovich wearing what his players wear? It seems ridiculous. So why do baseball managers wear the same uniform as the players?
Photo Credit Mohtashim Khan
Professional athletes are usually in peak physical condition, save for a few more robust gents. Managers on the other hand, are usually well past their prime in physique.
Even in modern times, it still causes me to make a double-take, when watching a baseball game at home and when a pitching change happens, for a split second, I think Ricky is going to pitch! I know this is ridiculous, but since he is wearing the same uniform as the players, it is sometimes hard to tell who is actually playing in the game.
So what could they wear instead of the team uniform?
I am not suggesting the only option is to wear suits like coaches in basketball wear – these are indoor games, in temperature controlled environments. But let’s think about what they could wear that would differentiate them from the players and not look as ridiculous…
In doing the research for this post, I perused literally hundreds of pictures of baseball managers in uniform. I found the most unsettling part of their uniform is the pants. Wearing the jerseys may look like any other fan – but it’s the pants that for sure, need to go. Even our very own “D-Bo” could look better if the uniform were better.
Of course wearing just the jersey, with a different pant or short could be an option. If we determine that the whole ensemble needs to go, let’s review the potential options.
Polo shirts. Although this option is ultra-preppy, it could be a fairly cool option for hot, day games. Shown below, Ron Gardenhire decides on a more casual version, wearing shorts with his polo.
Suits. I am not a fan. Don’t get me wrong, the “men of the 108” (calendar pending…) look good in suits,
BUT it gets hot in there. I have seen BeefLoaf in a suit in the summer – there is a lot of sweat – and that is in the church for a wedding, not on a field, in the sun.
T-shirts and Shorts. I am going to suggest that although this notion seems crazy casual, it is better-looking than the uniforms currently worn. This option could be classed up by the t-shirts being a dry-fit quality, and same with the shorts. Nike or UnderArmour would surely line up to sponsor these uniforms. Below we have Joe Girardi in his current manager uniform, likely saying, “Hey ladies.” And then in a more reasonable t-shirt version of what could be a new direction for managers’ uniforms.
Hawaiian shirts. Men of a more mature age seem to love Hawaiian shirts. Take Larry Dierker, for example. Although he no longer manages, he is known for wearing a signature look that. Should current managers choose to adopt this look, they would definitely be differentiated from their players. There may be some pushback from the younger managers – Kevin Cash of the Rays and Andy Green of the Padres come to mind – but they may come around to the novelty of the new uni.
For my vote, it’s really a tough one. I like the idea of t-shirts and shorts (Option 3). Many games are during the summer, so it trumps suits in my opinion. Option 3 is also closer to wearing the uniforms, so coaches will transition easily, in my humble opinion. However, the Hawaiian shirts are ridiculous and I am always up for some fun.
Look for a poll on Twitter following this post so you can weigh in. Of course you can always tweet your own ideas on manager uniforms, if you’ve got an idea that should be represented @KRamos25.
“But you know what the best part of my day is? It’s for about ten seconds from when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door. Because I think maybe I’ll get up there and I’ll knock on the door and you won’t be there. No goodbye, no see you later, no nothin’. Just left. I don’t know much, but I know that.” – Chuckie Sullivan (Good Will Hunting)
All of us get sad or sentimental about loss, it’s a human condition, it cannot be avoided. Some folks try to ignore it, or try to pretend like it doesn’t matter, but we all know that it does and it affects us in a variety of ways. I don’t want the White Sox to trade Jose Abreu. You don’t want the White Sox to trade Jose Abreu, but it has to be done, and if not now, soon, otherwise we are going to regret it. YOU HEAR ME @NotRickHahn!!!???!!!????!!!! That’s why today, I bring you, “THE 5 – Trade Jose Abreu”.
5. Peak Value
Whether we want to admit this or not, every day that Jose Abreu doesn’t get traded, the more his trade value depreciates. It’s a fact. We absolutely destroy the Orioles for hanging on to Manny Machado as his trade value depreciates by the day, but Our Lord and Savior Rick Hahn seems to be immune to said criticism. We know there is a limited market for Abreu, you aren’t getting a Sale or Quintana return, this is a corner infielder. If you get the Frazier / Kahnle / Robertson blob return for Abreu that should be enough, given the limited market place.
4. Relationship with team allows for no issue in resigning him in free agency
From everything I’m hearing, remember, we are fans we aren’t in the lockerroom ($1 Mike Murphy) Jose Abreu’s great relationship with the ball club is what is allowing the White Sox to let this play out and to not have extended him already to a deal that covers some competitive years. If that’s the case, then what’s the big fucking hold up to trading him to some current contender? Let old Pito play in the playoffs for a season or two, then he can come back here, older and wiser for the contending seasons.
3. My Loins Yearn for more Daniel Palka playing time
This is no secret to yous, the dozens of loyal readers of the @fromthe108 twitter and blog. I fucking LOVE Daniel Palka. My favorite moment of the season so far is his pinch hit HR versus the Brewers last weekend. He absolutely smashed that fucking ball. He absolutely fucking smashes A LOT of balls and that is why he needs to be in the lineup nearly every day. This sort of reminds me of the movie “Moneyball” where Billy Beane (played by Brad Pitt) has to trade away a few of his better players in order to get guys in the lineup that he wants playing. That’s right, Daniel Palka is this rebuild’s Scott Hatteberg and goddamnit if we can’t find some way to get his arse into the lineup.
2. Yoan Moncada no longer needs him as a mentor
I know this was a great feel good story at the beginning of the Moncada / White Sox courtship, how they had Jose Abreu in tow to help the kid adjust to the big leagues. There was even that cute video of two grown men (Abreu and Moncada) crushing an entire table full of Cuban food. So sweet. But let’s get real, at some point, the legend from your childhood needs to move aside and you need to become the MANG ($1 Ozzie Guillen)! That time could be now for Moncada. This kid already knows all the important lessons that a Jose Abreu could teach him (except for eating too many Twinkies, you know, because YOLO!), so why not get this over with? Oh, and the 108ers will gladly order him in some Cuban food if that sweetens the deal.
1. Furthers the agenda of the rebuild
“BeefLoaf, you aren’t being patient, you don’t understand the rebuild….yada, yada, yada” all you mufuckas on twitter tryna tell me how to fan, tryna tell me how a rebuild works, should LURVE a move like this. Trading Jose Abreu furthers the rebuild in a way that keeping him most certainly does not. That’s what you want right? It’s true. Keeping Jose Abreu and offering him the qualifying offer at the end of 2019 won’t secure better goods for the rebuild than trading him now will….it just won’t. PLUS, if your belief is that the White Sox will resign Jose Abreu, then this is a total freeroll. Boy that sounds great. This makes sense intellectually, I’m just trying to make it make sense for you emotionally as well. I’m trying to make us all like Chuckie Sullivan.
The other day/night (kinda all run together these days) I was reading the internets and seeing a lot of angry comments from our White Sox brethren. Since my first time getting elevated back in the early 90’s with my neighbor (where I didn’t really get high, but saw someone get really high and eat everything in her house) I have always looked for a deeper meaning or a different view of my current situation. Or maybe I got that from watching American Beauty a few too many times. Look Closer. I don’t know really, I like drinking too much to care. So anyways, while going through all these angry people’s comments I thought about what will these folks complain about when this team is good? And well, let me tell ya….
I have written before about how it is a great time to go to White Sox games. They basically give away tickets, they have cheap food options, plenty of room, all that shit. The game going experience is at 100%, it really is. I rarely wait in line for anything which is dope AF. If you don’t mind watching your team lose 3 outta 4 times, it’s really, really great. But the upside to all this losing is when they do win, the place goes nuts! It’s quite a fun time.
I would say that during my 7 seasons of having a ticket plan (started with an Ozzie plan, now I have a 40 game, but hit 76 games last year) the complaints have been getting angrier and angrier as the years go on. I think that is expected but the reasoning is 2 fold. 1- The Sox and the news affiliates have done an incredible job selling the prospects angle to the masses. So much so that if you don’t follow the team, you might think that they are actually good as they get a bunch of press. Had a guy tell me the other day how well he thought the Sox were doing. I almost fell down. Hype, while it is good for ticket sales, is not gonna help you win a game.
Reason 2 is that this team is really bad to watch. Fundamentals seem to be lacking, which I think you’d expect with a young team, but we aren’t used to seeing a team this bad. They are losing a lot, which seems to be wearing on the good player (Jose Abreu), as well as the fans. But folks, this is gonna take time. I would say 50% of our fans honestly thought this team would compete in 2018 (we in the 108 knew it would be the worst year of the rebuild and said so many times). As the season has evolved, the expectations of this team have dwindled. However that hasn’t quelled the anger.
Now, I get it, the anger usually comes from a good place. You want the team to do well, want to see your team on top again. I have bought into this rebuild and hope that it does as well as I think it can. I think we are really far away (at least 3 seasons before we are sniffing the playoffs), but I am fully invested. So let’s just assume that this team is good in 3 seasons, 2020 we contend for a Wild Card spot. Where will the anger be directed? Directly at the White Sox! For things that are really awesome right now.
Yep, you heard me. The guy who is complaining that Kopech isn’t up yet is gonna be the same guy who is complaining that he can’t get a cheap ticket for him and his son on a Saturday to see him pitch. The guy who wants Eloy up right now, will be mad that he can’t get the “Eloy Hits The Cycle” bobblehead when he shows up right before game time. Do you know how easy it is to go get the giveaways now? Really easy. Drunk kids on prom night easy.
People will complain about the prices, the parking, the traffic, the EVERYTHING! All these things are operating at 100% awesome level right now. And if you think it sucks now, GIVE UP, cause it will be worse when they compete again. You can park really close, you can get any ticket you want (for less than face usually), you never wait to take a piss, rarely wait for food, everything you need!
Folks, take advantage of this time and get out to the ballpark. I ain’t gonna shame you into it as I like my extra room, short lines, all that shit, but if you like the baseball game going experience it doesn’t really get much better than this. What more do you want? Oh, wins? Yeah, those aren’t available yet. Back ordered, expected to ship in 3 years.
Rebuilds are generally slow arduous processees. Since the 108ers have tix to all of these games while this deliberate process floats by, it gives us lots (LOTS) of time to sit in our seats at games and to think about all the various angles you can try to acquire talent during these trying times. Look, if our White Sox are to ride high again, @NotRickHahn is going to need to look high and low to find players. He’ll need to leave no stone unturned in his quest for putting our squad back in the playoffs. I’ve seen the trades and the Trayce Thompson pick ups off the scrap heap, but we need our fearless leader to go, deep, deep, deep looking around for talent. That’s why I have a variety of “asset classes” as the investment folks would say that could allow @NotRickHahn to search for outsized payoffs for bottom basement pricing. Wrote a song about, wanna hear, here it go………
Jamie Moyer – I know he’s 55 years old, but he’s probably getting stir crazy now having been retired for 5 full years. He had an ERA+ of 117 in his age 46 season, which for those who aren’t into all these fancy pants metrics means he was above league average. Fuck, even his age 49 season was better than what we’ve been getting from everyone not named James Shields or Reynaldo Lopez. Moyer never dazzled with velocity, so it shouldn’t be any sort of concern that he has to “reach back and get some more”, he never really had any to begin with. I’d put him in the Private Santiago swing man role right now. You can get some bulk innings from him and who knows, maybe he hangs on as the 5th starter when time is good again.
Freddy Garcia – Look friends, we might have our own Jake Taylor success story happening right here on the Southside of Chicago. Freddy Garcia’s last professional whereabouts were in the Mexican league and because he’s still Sweaty Freddy and he’s only 41 years old, why not bring back this famous lanzador to the spot where he got his greatest level of success, a World Championship. Freddy’s body is probably shot (like Taylor) and he drinks too much (like Taylor) and he would probably be willing to drive a bullpen car if properly motivated. Given all of those positives, I can’t think of a reason NOT to take a shot on this kid during a rebuild like the one the #WhiteSox are undergoing RIGHT. DAMN. NOW.
POST-POST-POST HYPE PROSPECT
Wily Mo Pena – Nevermind that the 36 year old Post Post Post Hype Prospect has swolled up worse than Buster Douglas after beating Mike Tyson. I’m also pretty sure he can crush mammoth bombs like back in the day. He’s also definitively the only prospect I can remember that I saw play when I was a kid and somehow, I wound up being older than him as I talk about him today. I know I speak for Chorizy on this one, but we both always felt that Wily Mo never really got a fair shake and that he could’ve been a great slugger. Now is our chance to make this right. We are going to get @NotRickHahn on the phone (twitter) and demand that he give Wily Mo a look, he can’t be any worse than the horse hockey the White Sox are currently trotting out to the grass portion of the playing field.
Kyle Long – A lotta mufukuz don’t know, but Kyle Long has straight gas. He was a beast in high school, wielding a mid 90’s fast ball. Now, obviously, he actually makes his vocation with another sports team in this town, but a couple of things point to this being less far fetched than you might imagine.
The White Sox actually selected Long in the 23rd round of the amateur draft in 2008. Imagine if he had Jeff Samardzija‘d this bish, he might already be in Chicago throwin’ flames and getting the crowd all pumped up with some wrestleresque antics.
He’s had a quite a few injuries in his young NFL career. You just never know when someone has had enough punishment and wants to look towards other lucrative career paths that might be available to them. I think Rick Hahn should start the ass kissing right now, if we can get Long into a baseball path soon, he might be ready to be in that bullpen by the next time our White Sox play a game that means a shit.
With the “launch” of Cansecoin this week, I’ve had one of my all time favorite players on my mind. And then all of the sudden, I saw him get lumped into “the over the hill guys” that the Sox love to sign. Luckily, @KenWo4LiFe was there to jump in:
And he’s right! You may remember it differently or you may just dislike Jose Canseco, but the guy had a nice, albeit, short season with the Sox. In a mere 76 games, he cranked 16 HR and had an OBP of .366. You can’t be out there messing the front of your pants over Matt Davidson and then hate on Jose Canseco for doing the same shit when he was 36. If we brought in Jose Canseco today at age 53, he’d easily be the best hitter in our outfield.
Jose, any time you want to come hang in the 108, first round of PEDs are on us.
This is your pal BeefLoaf and this is the One Hitter…..don’t forget to exhale.
Something that is becoming abundantly clear to us folks that are season ticket holders is that the fans aren’t coming out with the regularity that they used to, unless there is some special promotion or some shit. As your friends, the 108ers believe it is only appropriate to let you know what you missed last night…….
The 108ers have been friends with the SoxOn35th crew from the beginning. Great White Sox fans for sure as you can see from their great coverage of the team. The man, the myth, the legend Johnnie Nonnie, who also joined us for the #SoxFest After Party meet up with SoxMachine, Loop Sports and the artist formerly known as SpoCo Radio, was the boss for this magic carpet ride, along with the already famous Matty Ice. Lots of brews were drank and good times were had. We even had “the Don” of White Sox twitter WhiteSoxDave show up and hang with the crew. A great time was had by all, the first of many great tailgates by the SoxOn35th!
$1 Hot Dogs – Superstar
Everyone knows it was $1 Hot Dogs, but NOT everyone knew that our friends, the folks at NewSoxOrder (if you don’t know who NewSoxOrder is, the big homies Colin, Keir and Zach are about the funniest muthafuckas that the 108ers come upon during the entire season, so you’d be best to get to know them asap) had one of their crew attempting the impossible. Ike Johnson (@ColinJOtt) was trying to eat 20….count em, 20 $1 hot dogs at the game tonight. Whilst we were at the tailgate we were getting updates, he was off to a strong start of 10 before 1st pitch……then meat sweats…then, the rally………by the time the dust cleared, he had wolfed down a disgusting 18 dogs, falling just short of his goal. Unreal! We’d love to see Periscope proof of someone coming close to touching this amount of nitrate ingestion.
Dylan Covey’s great start
For all the shit we gave Dylan Covey last season, as a guy that was a Rule 5 pick and really wasn’t ready for the major leagues, he went down to the minors, worked on this game, grew a terrific stache and turned in a gem tonight. Given his velocity, its more than likely that a Dylan Covey that can locate has a job in the majors as a back end of the rotation starter. As critical as we are of Rich Hahn, if this guy turns into a 5th starter type, we are tipping our cap at him.
Adam Engel’s last stand
The White Sox have signed 2 outfielders in the last 36 hours, and in turn, Adam Engel went 4-4 tonight. GFYZ!
Welington Castillo’s last AB for A WHILE…
News started to break on the twitter machine that Welington Castillo is going to get an 80 game PED suspension, fuck even Ken Rosenthal confirmed it. The 108ers thought it cathartic to give him a standing ovation after his last at bat of the evening. Sad, sad.
You see, this was just a regular old Wednesday and look at how much shit you missed out on by not being at the ballpark. Don’t wait till the White Sox are good, there is tons of shit happening there RIGHT. DAMN. NOW. Tix are cheap and beers are plentiful so get your ass to the ballpark, and come down to the 108 to hang with us and be part of the next one of these.
I see you out there, gingerly stepping aboard the James Shields train and I am more than happy to say welcome! And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further. Let’s welcome back one Mr Dylan Covey to our starting rotation.
I know what you’re thinking. Hey Chorizy, this guy has a 7.58 career ERA. Yes, yes he does. But there is something about this guy that I like. I mean, I’ve talked a lot about how it’s important to be a groundball pitcher in this park. And you gotta feel for this kid as he was drafted by Milwaukee only to find out he was diabetic. Then in his go around with the A’s, an injury caused issues with his development that lead him here. Then he got hurt here. But that’s not it, there’s just something about him.
Now, if we look at his minor league career, while it wasn’t great in the lower levels, it appears that the control kicked in at some point. His AA and AAA numbers, although a small sample size are very good. You could imagine that if he truly has fixed his control issues, he could be a solid back of the rotation guy or a longman out of the pen. But I don’t think it’s his overcoming of his control issues that has me excited. You know what, I can’t figure it out, just something about this kid that I like.