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Joyce’s Bad Call Once Again Proves Replay is the Only Answer

Wednesday night, I watched the Detroit-Cleveland baseball game from first pitch to last. I grew up 45 minutes from the front door of Tiger Stadium while my wife spent much of her developing years at Cleveland’s Municipal Stadium with her favorite uncle. We are a mixed marriage — one Tigers fan, one Indians fan.

And even she thought Armando Galarraga got jerked over.

Everybody knows the story by now. Tigers pitcher Armando Galarraga was robbed of a perfect game on Wednesday night when first base umpire Jim Joyce completely blew an out call on what should have been the final out of a 27-up, 27-out game. There was absolutely no question, even before a thousand replays were shown, that Jason Donald was thrown out, first base-to-pitcher, by Miguel Cabrera with Galarraga covering. Joyce blew the call, plain and simple.

And to his credit, Joyce admitted it. He told reporters after the game: “This isn’t ‘a’ call. This isn’t — This is — This is a history call and I kicked the shit out of it. And there’s nobody that feels worse than I do. I take pride in this job, and I kicked the shit out of it, and I took a perfect game away from that kid who worked his (butt) off all night.”

It was, perhaps, the worst call in baseball history (Huffington Post and the Big Lead called it “the worst call in sports history”), but at least Joyce took responsibility. I still think he should resign, but then again if you watch as much baseball as I do, you’ve long ago come to the conclusion that umpiring is a really, really imperfect science and over the course of a week, there are dozens of bad calls. In fact, the strike zone is a joke. The boys in blue (or is it black now?) make that thing up as they go along.

So I certainly didn’t disagree when commissioner Bud Selig said yesterday that he wouldn’t overturn the call even though it was the worst call in baseball history. I also agreed with Selig when he said he would take a close look at replay and umpiring.

Instituting replay is a simple task. Each manager gets one flag per game. Use it wisely. Balls and strikes are out (computers should call balls and strikes anyway). Jim Leyland could have had a chance to fix the problem from the dugout last night simply with the opportunity to go to the replay — a replay that was available to everyone watching that game in less than four seconds.

Replay would have saved Jim Joyce his torment (and a very funny website called www.firejimjoyce.com) and also give a journeyman starter like Armando Galarraga a real day in the sun (yeah, the Corvette was nice, but if I know the Tigers organization, owner Mike Ilitch would have bought Armando the entire Chevy line if he had “perfect game” on his resume).

Thursday afternoon at Comerica Park everybody kissed and made up, but St. Louis Cardinals manager Tony La Russa — as he often does — had the best take on the entire mess.

“I was thinking if the umpire says he made a mistake on replay, I’d call it a no-hitter, perfect game. Just scratch it,” La Russa said. “If I was Mr. Selig, in the best interest of the game. The guy got it and I’d give him his perfect game. But here again, I should just shut my mouth.”

Meanwhile, I have learned one important lesson from this incident: I vow to never again, never ever again, on the Shaw TV telecasts of Winnipeg Goldeyes baseball, to NEVER, EVER again criticize a Northern League umpire. From the horrendous umpiring done in the 2009 playoffs to Joyce’s blown call on Wednesday night, the arbiters in the majors are living proof that the guys in the Northern League are just as good as they are (or just as bad, whatever your point of view).

Fact is, the sad state of major league umpiring is a bigger problem for the game than steroids ever were.

Is A-Rod Absent Minded, Naive or Just a Dirt-Bag?

SI.com reported on a story this week that just seemed mind-boggling to me.

According to SI.com, it seems that after Yankees all-world third-baseman Alex Rodriguez singled in the top of the sixth, Robinson Cano fouled one off and A-Rod, who stopped between second and third, decided to cut right across the pitcher’s mound in order to return to first.

Cano then grounded into an inning-ending double play and pitcher Dallas Braden and A-Rod got into it.

“The long and short of it is it’s pretty much baseball etiquette. He should probably take a note from his captain (Derek Jeter) over there,” Braden told SI.com. “Because you don’t run across the pitcher’s mound in between an inning or during the game. I was just dumbfounded that he would let that slip his mind. I was just trying to convey to him that I was still out there, that ball’s in my hand and that’s my pitcher’s mound. If he wants to run across the pitcher’s mound. Tell him to go do laps in the bullpen.”

Braden at Rodriguez and, of course, Rodriguez yelled back. Exvidently, the two kept screaming at each other until A’s manager Bob Geren came out and escorted Braden off the field.

“He just told me to get off his mound,” Rodriguez told SI.com. “I was a little surprised. I’ve never quite heard that, especially from a guy that has a handful of wins in his career. I’ve never even heard of that in my career and I still don’t know. I thought it was pretty funny, actually.”

Braden, who is 26 and has a lifetime record of 17-21, admitted that he probably won’t cause A-Rod to change his ways.

“I’m not really a speck on that guy’s radar but he’ll know after today that it might not be a good idea to run across the mound when I’m out there,” Braden said. “It’s not like I throw 95 (mph) and I’m going to hurt him. He’ll know I was there, though.”

Good for the kid.

The weird part is this: In 30 years of playing ball from atom to oldtimers, I don’t think it ever dawned on me to run across a mound while either returning to first or just leaving the field. It’s too much effort, especially on some of the shitty fields I’ve played on, to climb up the bump and down again and avoid the rubber without tripping on your face. You’re just cutting back across the infield. It’s not that far. Why would you run across the mound and put yourself in a position in which you could end up doing a swan dive across the dirt? What’s the point other than to, maybe, get into the pitcher’s head?

And maybe that’s it. Maybe A-Rod is just a dirt-bag.

BBWAA Doesn’t Let Anyone Down. They’re Still a Collection of the Mindless, Arrogant and Ignorant.

The Baseball Writers Association of America is an antiquated little organization that once played a legitimate role in electing the members of the Baseball Hall of Fame. After all, there was a time when the members of the BBWAA attended all or most of the games, even the post-season, and truly had an impact on the day-to-day operation of Major League Baseball.

Today, however, this traditional old boys club, is just another relic from the past. Because their employers’ don’t have the ready cash they once did, very few newspapers even bother to cover the post-season anymore. There are many members of the BBWAA who see fewer games, live in a season, than I do.

On Wednesday of this week, the BBWAA proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that just like newspapers, the time has come to put this obsolete, snot-nosed old boys club to rest. It’s time to create a committee of baseball people to decide who gets into the Hall of Fame.

Baseball writers can’t do it anymore. They were important once, but it’s reached the point that this gigantic collection of booze-swilling non-athletes, old men who can’t even read statistics, let alone understand what they’re watching, has to be relieved of their Hall of Fame duties.

Now I have no problem with Andre Dawson being inducted into the Hall of Fame, but if a lifetime .279 hitter (9,927 ABs) with 438 homers, 1373 runs, 1,591 RBI, 314 stolen bases, 503 doubles and no championships gets into the Hall, then it’s time to open the doors to everybody. This is a guy who never played in a World Series. I mean, how do you possibly induct Andre Dawson into the Hall and NOT Roberto Alomar? That’s just insane.

Of course, the idiots of the BBWAA already proved their shocking group insanity when they elected light-hitting Ozzie Smith to the Hall. Smith did backflips and turned some routine plays into highlight-reel spectaculars, but he had a pea-shooter for a bat. Sure, he could flash the leather, but he was a marginal hitter.

In 19 seasons, Smith hit .262 (9396 ABs) with with 28 home runs (28??? That’s not a Hall of Fame number, even for a middle infielder), 1257 runs, 793 RBI, 580 stolen bases, 402 doubles and won one World Series championship. He had a lifetime fielding percentage of .978. With 1,072 walks, Smith had a lifetime on-base percentage of .337.

Meanwhile, as these mindless knobs proved yesterday, they don’t even look at careers or statistics when they cast their ballots.

Once again, Detroit Tigers legend Alan Trammell was kept out of the Hall. In fact, Trammell received only 121 votes. These BBWAA people are an embarrassment to humanity, not just baseball. Bad enough that they enabled Mark McGwire and now hate him because they knew he was fooling with steroids, but didn’t have the guts to write anything about it when he was saving baseball in 1998, now they ignore Trammell’s class and numbers while voting for people who couldn’t carry the former Tigers’ shortstop’s cleats to the park.

Trammell hit .285 (better than Dawson) in 20 major league seasons, all with the same team. He had 8,388 at bats, 2,365 hits, 1,231 runs, 412 doubles, 185 homers, 1,003 RBI and 236 stolen bases. He had seven seasons in which he hit .300 or better. His on-base percentage was .352 (better than Smith). He won four gold gloves, three silver sluggers and was an all-star six times. In 1984, he was the World Series MVP as the Tigers won their only title in 41 years.

He also has exactly the same lifetime fielding percentage as Ozzie Smith.

He has generally better numbers than Hall of Fame infielder Red Schoendienst and has considerably better numbers, over a longer career, than Hall of Fame shortstop Phil Rizzuto (both, by the way, deserve to be in the Hall).

And while we’re at it, Barry Larkin had a nice career, but not 157 votes better than Alan Trammell’s career. The voting is a freakin’ joke. These people are messed up.

The only way baseball can fix the idiocy that’s been created by the BBWAA is to end the association’s hold on the Hall. These guys are as dead as the industry in which they work and it’s time to get them away from baseball’s greatest shrine.

In Two Appearances, Former Goldeyes Reliever Sherrill Almost Perfect With the Dodgers

It didn’t take long for former Winnipeg Goldeyes reliever George Sherrill to make his mark in Los Angeles.

Last Thursday, Sherrill, who played for the Goldeyes in 2002 and 2003, was traded to the Dodgers by the Baltimore Orioles in exchange for two outstanding prospects: 22-year-old switch-hitting slugger Josh Bell and 21-year-old righthanded pitcher Steve Johnson.

According to the Los Angeles Times, the Dodgers planned to use Sherrill as “an eighth and ninth inning guy,” the set-up man for closer Jonathan Broxton. However, with Broxton injured, Sherrill made his first appearance last Friday night in Atlanta as the set-up man for James McDonald.

With two runners on and nobody out in the seventh inning, Sherrill came in and struck out Nate McLouth and Kelly Johnson, walked Chipper Jones to load the bases and then struck out all-star catcher Brian McCann to end the inning. He got the hold as the Dodgers beat the Braves 5-0.

Then, on national television on Sunday night, Sherrill came in to face one batter in the eighth — Atlanta slugger Chipper Jones — and got Jones to fly to centre with two runners on and two out. The Dodgers went on to win 9-1.

“I just don’t understand why the Orioles would even think about trading George,” said Goldeyes manager Rick Forney on Friday night. “George can do so many things and at $2.75 million a year, he’s not that big a hit to your payroll. That move just won’t make any sense to me at all. Ever.”

No kidding, as we reported earlier, in Baltimore this season, Sherrill had a 2.40 earned run average with 20 saves in 42 appearances.

The Orioles have made a lot of dumb moves in recent years. Trading away a lefthanded closer who could also be a great set-up man or situational lefty, and who “only” makes $2.75 million a year is one of the dumbest.

Selena Roberts joins a growing list of “Let’s Make it All Up,” mainstream media superstars

In this space, we have long railed about the mainstream media mess that was the Duke Lacrosse Case. For those who have forgotten, the Duke Lacrosse Case was a tragic miscarriage of justice fueled and then perpetuated by the mainstream media — particularly the New York Times. In this sad story, an ambitious North Carolina prosecutor named Michael Nifong, railroaded a number of Duke University lacrosse players, by using his pals in the mainstream media to convict the kids long before the charges ever got to trial. He and the media, essentially destroyed their lives.

Of course, the case unravelled, the media looked like a foolish, ignorant mob and Nifong lost his job and his license to practice law.

In the middle of it all was a woman named Selena Roberts who, from her bully pulpit at the New York Times, convicted the young men long before any of the false charges ever reached a court of law. Roberts looked like a hateful, mindless idiot when the smoke cleared, but she never did apologize to the young men, whose lives she personally destroyed, or even to the public, which was duped into believing Nifong was right, the kids were monsters and the hooker at the heart of the phony charges was some saint sent to clean up the mess left by men.

There is a deep, dark, white-hot hole in hell for people like Selena Roberts, but like so many mainstream media monsters before her, she can’t quit spewing the fictional venom. 

Now, she’s decided to destroy the life of baseball player Alex Rodriguez and she’s done a pretty damn good job, too. In a book entitled “A-Rod,” this entitled journalist (how does a hate-filled hack like Roberts get jobs at the New York Times and Sports Illustrated?), Roberts has used more than 115 un-named sources to make Rodriguez look like the worst human being ever to play baseball.

Like her scummy predecessors, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Wlliams, who wrote the books Game of Shadows using more than 225 un-named sources, in their very successful effort to vilify Barry Bonds, Roberts appears to make it all up.

I don’t see any other way to phrase it. When you use that many un-named sources, the only thing you can call it is fiction. Like Fainaru-Wada and Williams, who created a novel so gripping it forced the United States justice department to make up charges against Bonds — charges that have hung in the air for years and have still not resulted in a trial — you’ve done a remarkable job. It was so good, in fact, that Fainaru-Wada got a high-paying job with ESPN as a reward.

Obviously, there is a real benefit to writing fiction and the passing it off as fact. Selena Roberts is the latest mainstream media darling to go down that road and be rewarded for it. I don’t get it, when I wrote my two books, Home Run: The History of the Winnipeg Goldeyes and Canwest Global Park (2005) and the Canadian bestseller, The Winnipeg Jets: A Celebration of Professional Hockey in Winnipeg (2007), my editor wanted nothing less than every quote to be attributed along with dates, times and places, in order to source them all. I guess, when you’re a mainstream media star you can make up quotes and American editors will just blow them off as “un-named sources.”

Fortunately, the American mainstream media, embarrassed by Roberts’ incredible gall, has answered back:

Jason Whitlock of the Kansas City Star wrote on May 2:

Not long ago, sports writer Selena Roberts compared the Duke lacrosse players to gang members and career criminals

She claimed that the players’ unwillingness to confess to or snitch about a rape (that did not happen) was the equivalent of drug dealers and gang members promoting antisnitching campaigns.

When since-disgraced district attorney Mike Nifong whipped up a media posse to rain justice on the drunken, male college students, Roberts jumped on the fastest, most influential horse, using her New York Times column to convict the players and the culture of privilege that created them.

Proven inaccurate, Roberts never wrote a retraction for the columns that contributed to the public lynching of Reade Seligmann, Colin Finnerty and David Evans.

Instead, she moved on to Sports Illustrated, a seat on ESPN’s “The Sports Reporters” and a new target, baseball slugger Alex Rodriguez…

Roberts’ book [about A-Rod] is a long-winded blog. Why it’s being treated as an unimpeachable piece of journalism can only be explained by the cushy position she’s been handed by the New York Times, ESPN and Sports Illustrated and the unchallenged institutional bias found within the elite sports media institutions.

Then, a day or two later, Josh Alper wrote on nbcnewyork.com:

Matt Lauer of “Today” didn’t touch on Roberts’ role in that miserable moment in rushing to judgment (on the Duke lacrosse players) on Monday morning, but he did ask her about the use of anonymous sources, especially if any of them might be telling tall tales to fulfill their own motivations of seeing Rodriguez taken down a peg. Roberts’ response is curious, to say the least.

“But I think there’s not so much jealously as disillusionment because he’s so great, he’s such a great player, he didn’t need any of this,” Roberts told Lauer. ”He didn’t need to embellish anything, he’s a great story in and of himself.”

If, as Roberts’ book alleges, Rodriguez was doing steroids in high school, how is it true that he didn’t need any of this? According to Roberts, he wasn’t embellishing anything. Rather, he was maintaining the steroid use that he started well before stepping foot on a big league diamond. Unless his sixth-grade Little League season was so good that he could have been in the majors right then and there, it is Roberts’ contention that he was never a great player because he was always taking steroids.

And a great story? That’s not evident in what’s been leaked from her book. Stories about A-Rod tipping pitches for the opposition or forcing clubhouse attendants to put toothpaste on his toothbrush are meant to make judgments about Rodriguez’s character. Judgments that all flow from the fact that he used steroids, something that Craig Calcaterra, who hit on Roberts’ Duke connections before Whitlock, quite rightly calls bogus

Those stories, all anonymously sourced, are being roundly rejected by A-Rod’s teammates. Those denials are from Doug Mientkiewicz and Michael Young, which we know because they were willing to put their name behind their words.

As Roberts told Lauer, her use of anonymous sources broke the report of A-Rod’s failed drug test. Every word she writes may be true, but it certainly appears that she’s just as interested in using them to judge A-Rod as a person as she is in finding out if he broke any laws or rules of baseball.  

Selena Roberts’ book on Rodriguez, just like the Bonds’ book before that, is sleazy and yellow and all too typical. Sadly — and Jason Whitlock, among others, know it’s sad — the princes and princesses of the mainstream media milk their hateful, sick fiction for all it’s worth.

The New Yankee Stadium: A Band Box Joke.

Canwest Park here in Winnipeg, is a gorgeous 7,000-seat minor league ballpark that cost $22 million. It’s dimensions are 325 down the leftfield line, 325 down the rightfield line, 375 to the gaps and 400 feet to straightaway centrefield.

 

The New Yankee Stadium is 318 feet down the leftfield line and 314 feet down the rightfield and that old fashioned “short porch” in right that contributed mightily — more than steroids ever would have — to Roger Maris’s 61 home runs in 1961, has been reconstructed for your historical enjoyment.

 

It is, for lack of a better term, a $1.5 million band box. In fact, in this day and age, it’s a joke and just like those geniuses who built Comerica Park in Detroit had to bring in the leftfield fence, the idiots in New York who built a “porch” that made sense in the dead-ball era will have to do something to make the new Yankee Stadium just a little more than a quirky little joke.

 

For $1.5 billion, the Yankees gave their players and fans all the amenities of a five-star hotel in a ballpark best suited for Senior Amateur Baseball.

 

In the first three games at the new Yankee Stadium, there have been 17 home runs. That could be a result of bad pitching, but as Tim McCarver so aptly put it on Saturday’s Fox broadcast, “It’s April. What’s going to happen in the home run months of July and August?” 

 

Here’s the real problem: Asdrubal Cabrera’s grand slam during Cleveland’s 22-4 shellacking of the Yankees on Saturday afternoon would have been a routine out in every other ballpark in the majors.

 

The new Yankee Stadium is obviously a beautiful piece of modern design and engineering. Outside the actual playing surface. The field’s dimensions make for a less-than-realistic major league stadium. In fact, the size of the playing field of the new Yankee Stadium has been designed for the low minors.

  

After Nearly Eight Years, Jeff Zimmerman is Back in Baseball: Signs With Mariners

There is never any sense in giving up. 

Just ask former Winnipeg Goldeyes pitcher, Jeff Zimmerman. After five elbow surgeries and almost eight seasons out of the game, Zimmerman is back.

 

And he’s throwing 90 miles per hour with that same biting slider that got him into the big leagues more than a decade ago.

 

On Tuesday, Zimmerman told goldeyes.com that he had signed a one-year agreement with the Seattle Mariners and would start his formal comeback this week at the Mariners spring training facility in Peoria, Arizona.

 

Zimmerman, who will turn 37 in August, has spent his entire career battling the odds. But this time, the odds were so long, nearly everyone in baseball believed they were impossible to overcome.

 

And to think, his long road to The Show started right here in Winnipeg.

 

In the spring of 1997, Zimmerman drove from his home in Alberta (he was born in Kelowna, B.C., all the way to Winnipeg, just to attend a Goldeyes open tryout camp at Winnipeg Stadium. The manager at the time, Hal Lanier, fell in love with Zimmerman’s darting slider and signed him to a Northern League contract and while Zimmerman, 24 at the time, didn’t tear up the league immediately, he did pitch consistently enough to finish with a 9-2 record, a 2.82 earned run average and a club-record 140 strike outs. With that he led all pitchers in earned run average and won the Northern League Rookie Pitcher of the Year award. 

More importantly, he signed a contract with the Texas Rangers organization and by April of 1999 had pitched himself into the big leagues.

At the time, Zimmerman became only the second Goldeyes pitcher to reach the big leagues (after Mike Cather), but little did he know where his rookie season in the Majors would take him.

With Texas, Zimmerman was an instant success. By mid-season he had a record of 7-1 with a 1.22 earned run average and was selected to pitch in the 1999 All-Star game in Boston. He had the baseball world at his feet after he came into the game at Fenway and shut down four of the National League’s most fearsome hitters – Brian Jordan, Jeff Kent, Vladimir Guerrero and Alex Gonzalez.

He was so good in his rookie season that he signed a three-year $10 million deal with the Rangers. 

It appeared as if he was on easy street.

But all was not well. Zimmerman was pitching more often than he ever had in his career and the pressure to throw his almost-unhittable slider was taking its toll on his elbow. By 2001, he had nothing left. His elbow was shredded and after going 4-4 with a 2.40 ERA in 2001, it appeared his career might be over.

He did everything he could to get back into baseball. He had not one, but two Tommy John surgeries. He had two other procedures and three scopes. In total, he had five invasive operations and seven procedures, but by 2005, it was apparent he’d never pitch again.

“I kind of gave up and admitted to myself that it was probably over,” Zimmerman said, via telephone from the Mariners camp in Peoria.

“So I just kind of went about the business of helping Andrea raise the kids and didn’t think much about it.”

But this winter, Zimmerman grew tired of “getting in my wife’s way,” so in January he picked up a baseball again, just to see if he could throw it without any pain.

What happened next was a shock. 

“Right away I was able to throw a baseball without any discomfort at all,” he said. “I sometimes find it hard to believe that after all that time, I was completely healthy again. I threw the ball in January and I had no trouble getting it into the high eighties. 

“So I called my agent and asked if he could get me a shot with a big league organization. He called back and said he’d set up a tryout with Seattle.

“So I threw for the scouting staff and then the next day, threw for the GM and the manager and the coaches. Long story short, they’ve offered me a contract. I’m a Seattle Mariner. 

Zimmerman expects to spend a few weeks working on his fitness and mechanics at extended spring training. Then he figures he’ll be assigned to the Mariners Double A franchise in Jackson, Tenn.

“It’s something I never expected,” Zimmerman said. “But here we are.

“I think having John Wetteland around to watch me throw was the difference. I played with John and he knew me when I was at my best.  He’s the Mariners bullpen coach and his words carry a lot of weight. He told them I looked like “the old Zim,” and that was huge for me. After I finished throwing, they all seemed genuinely happy for me. After hearing all the stories of my rehab woes, I got the feeling they were really happy to see me throwing like I used to throw.”

It’s been almost eight years since Zimmerman threw in the big leagues. In fact, he pitched in the last game in 2001 and hasn’t thrown in the majors since. According to Zimmerman, it now feels exactly as it did when he drove across the west and made the Goldeyes in ‘97.

“I feel exactly as I did that day in Winnipeg,” he said. “I’m nervous and excited. My body is full of energy and I can barely sleep. It’s the greatest feeling I could ever imagine.”

No Booze at Bomber Game in Toronto This Summer.

Hey Bomber fans, we know how much you love the Appleton’s Rum Shack at Canada Inns Stadium. We know how much the East Side revels in its ability to drink more and cheer louder than any other gathering of fans in the CFL.

 

Well, if you’re among “The Proud, The Many, The Drunks,” at Bomber games, you’ll probably want to avoid the airplane to Toronto on Aug. 1. 

 

Winnipeg fans love to head to T.O. every summer to watch the Bombers face their arch-rivals, the Toronto Argos. It’s a nice weekend and it’s always loads of fun. This year, however, there will be no beer at the ball yard.  

 

In a statement issued on Friday night, Rogers Centre officials admitted that provincial liquor licensing inspectors, citing “drinking infractions at several unnamed past events,” will close down liquor sales at three sporting events this year.

The Alcohol and Gaming Commission of Ontario advised the Rogers Centre’s Food and Beverage Dept., last week that it would suspend liquor licences for the April 7th game between the Toronto Blue Jays and the Detroit Tigers, the Jays’ April 21st game with the Texas Rangers and the Argo-Bomber game on Aug. 1.

So, Bomber fans, ahh, wear a big coat and BYOB?

Thinkin’ baseball… Koskie calls it quits. World Baseball Classic still great to watch. Can the Blue Jays lose 120 games? Who is Stephen Strasburg?

ORLANDO — Four more things rattling around in my cranium…

1) My friend Corey Koskie officially hung ‘em up on Saturday. No wonder.

 

After spending last Sunday in hospital getting treatment for his 6-year-old son Joshua, who had hit his head and suffered a concussion, Koskie was reminded of his own 2 1/2 years in a fog.

 

So on Saturday, three days after he pulled himself from a game complaining of lightheadedness, Koskie decided to call it quits.

 

“The risks just outweigh the rewards,” Koskie told me, not long after he ended his comeback attempt with the Chicago Cubs. “The way I felt on Wednesday, well, it just wasn’t worth it.”

Koskie, 35, dove for for a ground ball in a spring training game in Arizona on Wednesday and said “I felt really weird.” He knew, at that moment, that he couldn’t play big league baseball again.

“I kind of decided, do I really want to be looking over my shoulder and asking, ‘How do I feel? Is it OK?’ after every single play,” Koskie said. “After everything I’ve gone through over the past 2 1/2 years, I know I don’t want to go back into the fog again.”

Koskie finished his career as Manitoba’s greatest baseball player (no, Russell Ford was not really a Manitoban, but a Minnesotan), a .275 lifetime hitter with 124 home runs. His best year came with the Minnesota Twins in 2001 when he hit 26 homers, stole 27 bases and drove in 103 runs and became the first third baseman in baseball history to hit at least 25 homers, steal 25 bases and drive in 100 runs in one season. 

Officially, the record will say, his career ended as a member of the Milwaukee Brewers on July 5, 2006, when he fell backward and suffered a concussion while trying to catch a pop fly off the bat of Felipe Lopez.

2) I’ve watched every World Baseball Classic game that I can watch and I’ve loved every minute of it. This is a great event and should be played every two years, not every four as planned.

As a Canadian, nothing beats international sport, and this event has been so much fun to watch. It’s simply great to be watching baseball in March and have it mean something.

For me, spring training has lost its edge. To pay up to $40 to watch a Grapefruit League game in which the best players play no more than three innings is simply a rip-off. If you’re a fan of one particular team and you want to watch Single A players who could not make the Goldeyes but might make your favourite team someday, then spring training is for you. But frankly, I’ll take the World Baseball Classic every time.

Granted, it’s an event the mainstream media hates because the mainstream media hates being in Florida on the company’s ticket watching Single A players at spring training who won’t make the big team for five more years. And the mainstream media members who aren’t in Florida just like to follow the mob and rip things they know nothing about. It’s a bad habit, but like Barry Bonds, the hypocritical steroid issue and the Duke Lacrosse case, it’s something we’ve learned to live with.

Frankly, nothing beats a great international tournament at a time when baseball is charging $25-$40 a ticket to watch freakin’ practice.

Long live the WBC.

3) Here in sunny Florida, the outlook for the Toronto Blue Jays is not so sunny.

Insiders say that after Roy Halladay, the Jays have marginal pitching, at best, and the team’s hitting simply won’t be good enough to score the seven or eight runs a game they’ll need to win more often than they lose.

In fact, one highly respected seamhead down here in Florida has suggested that the Jays could lose 120 games this season.

Do you think that will get J.P. Ricciardi fired?

4) Remember the name Stephen Strasburg. Most major league scouts believe Strasburg will be, and I’m quoting here, “The greatest pitcher in baseball history.”

There are even seamheads here in Florida this spring who are drafting Strasburg in Fantasy Keeper Pools because they believe he is going to be great for a long, long time.

Strasburg is a junior at San Diego State who is 6-foot-4, 220-pounds and is the No. 1-ranked player in the upcoming Major League draft. He played on the 2008 U.S. Olympic team and is already called “flawless.” He has a 102-mile-per-hour fastball and an almost unhittable 80-mile-per-hour 12-6 hammer curveball  that he often throws after setting up a hitter with two straight unhittable fastballs. 

This season he is 10-0 at SDSU with 75 strikeouts in 34.1 innings, He has an 8-1 strikeout-walk ratio.

The last-place (2008) Washington Nationals have won the Strasburg Sweepstakes. If the kid stays healthy, he will be the next great big league ace.   

More Reasons for the Death of the Mainstream Newspaper: No news. No commitment to reading what used to be news.

TAMPA — So here we are in Tampa’s St. Pete Times Forum watching Alexander Ovechkin score his 50th goal of the season when all of a sudden he’s warming his hands over his red-hot stick.

Almost immediately, as one looked around the press box, you could assume someone was going to be pissed right off. Ovechkin’s little post-goal, Tony Award-winning celebration combined with the look on the face of Tampa Bay Lightning head coach Rick Tocchet clearly suggested that there would be words in the post-game scrum.

 

No one was disappointed.

 

“It’s hard for me to accept, just to see that happen in our building,” Tocchet said. “I grew up as a player in the days of the old Spectrum in Philly and if that happened in the first period at the Spectrum, it would have been a three-hour period.” 

 

Great, so why didn’t it happen at the Forum in downtown Tampa? Well, for one thing, the Lightning are done and most of them don’t care and for another, you can’t hurt Ovechkin.

 

And that’s what has made all this fuss about Don Cherry’s remarks on CBC a month ago, and I’m paraphrasing, that “Somebody is going to get Ovechkin.” It’s a complete crock.

 

That’s because Cherry, and all the knobs in the print media, forgot that Ovechkin has already been got.

 

Hey boys, ever wonder why Alex doesn’t have any teeth when he does post-game interviews? That’s because, on Dec. 30, 2006, Colton Orr of the New York Rangers cross-checked Ovechkin in the mouth and took out his front teeth. For his oh, so violent act, Orr was suspended five games. 

 

So why did Orr do it? Ironically, not because of anything Ovechkin did. He did it because he told the Caps Donald Brashear that if he goes after Brendan Shanahan again, “I’m going after Ovechkin.”

 

Well, sure enough, Brashear punched Shanahan after a whistle. So on Orr’s next shift, he jumped over the bench, cross-checked Ovechkin and rattled his chiclets. 

 

Ovechkin was stunned, but got up and continued playing. Orr was handed a minor penalty and two days later, the suspension. But everyone marveled at Ovechkin’s toughness.

 

The guy is not afraid and you can’t hurt him.

 

But still, the old guy who wears clown suits on TV, gets ripped by the national print media for suggesting someone’s going to go after Ovechkin. Sadly, no one in the print media remembered (or bothered to look up) the Orr incident. 

 

So not only was Cherry wrong, but the entire mainstream media was wrong for simply assuming ol’ Don knew what he was talking about. And, hey, we even helped ‘em get it right by talking about Colton Orr’s cross-check on radio stations in Calgary, Edmonton and Winnipeg. Sadly, the mainstream newspaper industry is hopeless.

 

In the old days, someone in the print media would have looked up “any incidents involving Alexander Ovechkin” before going off half-cocked. Now, the people who rip bloggers for having no editors, don’t even bother doing what they were taught in J-school.

 

The mainstream media is dying not just because newsprint prices are rising or labour costs are increasing, but because the content is weak.

 

Alexander Ovechkin is one of the greatest players in all of hockey. When he’s done, he’ll be remembered as one of the greatest of all time. But he shouldn’t have been showboating in Tampa. Like Teemu Selanne’s penchant for shooting down his glove with his stick after a big goal at Winnipeg Arena, Ovechkin’s little performance was a home town dance, not a road taunt. 

 

If Colton Orr was playing for the Lightning in Tampa — in last place or not — he’d have made Rick Tocchet happy.

 

Meanwhile, it seems that every time I read a newspaper, I just feel dumber for the effort.