Where have you gone, Jason Tyner?
Scattered notes from the weary and shellshocked Red Sox’ lost trip to Tampa . . .
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Well, I’m convinced. Joe Maddon’s resourceful and talented Rays are going to be around the rest of the summer, and perhaps beyond. Better get used to it.
Tampa Bay was the superior team in this three-game series, completely and entirely deserving of the sweep. Though I have confidence that the Red Sox will ultimately reign in the American League East (assuming David Ortiz returns to health and form), it’s apparent that the patronizing, look at the cute little Rays, hanging with the big boys attitude held by many of us coming into this series was short-sighted and ill-informed.
This is a damn good baseball team, and it’s a sign of their legitimacy that they’ve fashioned the best record in the majors (52-32) without the expected contributions from three of their top hitters. B.J. Upton has just six homers, Carlos Pena is hitting .226, and Carl Crawford has an OPS+ of 94.
Yet they keep winning because they do just about everything well. The Rays catch the ball (how about that Upton in center?), their bullpen ERA has been halved from last year’s historically awful 6-point-zero-something implosion, and the quirky Maddon has fostered clubhouse camaraderie and sure seems to have them believing in themselves. Also, beating the feathers out of Coco Crisp proved to be an effective team-building exercise.
We can’t praise the Rays without mentioning that Evan Longoria looks like a mortal lock for somewhere around a half-dozen All-Star appearances. He was the best player in this series, and you can see why the Rays’ veterans were furious when he was shipped out in spring training. He belonged then. He’s a star now.
In many ways, the Rays remind me of the ’91 worst-to-first Atlanta Braves, another team that saw its young talent blossom all at once. While they’re not as purely talented as the Glavine-Smoltz-Avery trio, Tampa Bay has three terrific young pitchers in Scott Kazmir, Matt Garza, and James Shields, and Andy Sonnanstine has done more than his share with nine wins.
Should the Sox feel bad about getting swept? Of course. But they shouldn’t be ashamed at who swept them.
These Rays, they’re one of the big boys now.
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It’s become apparent that Jason Varitek is this year’s version of Kevin Millar ’05, a struggling veteran who is so respected by Terry Francona that he is going to be given every chance to right himself. Even as he hopelessly flails and fails at the plate, even as the manager’s blind loyalty leads to lost ballgames.
Varitek is in an inconceivably awful slump – he’s 3 for his last 48 and 12 for his last 102 – and he’s so slow and out of sorts at the plate that he looks like he’s swinging a telephone pole; he actually looks as bad as his numbers would suggest.
Yet last night Francona let Varitek bat with the game on the line, and it’s not the first time this week he has done so; predictably, Varitek again accounted himself like an oversized Craig Grebeck, striking out to end the game, and the Sox lost again.
I realize one of Francona’s many strengths as a manager is his faith in his players, and more often than not that faith is rewarded down the road. But this has gone beyond the point of ridiculousness. If Sean Casey is available to hit and Kevin Cash hasn’t entered the ballgame yet, he has to hit for Varitek in crucial situations. He has to.
I hate to say it, but his slump has gone on so long and has been so gruesome that it might be time to wonder if this is who Varitek is at this point in his career. I wish Francona had the same thought before the ninth inning tonight.
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The combined linescore for Craig Hansen and Manny Delcarmen tonight: 30 pitches, 4 hits, 2 walks, 6 earned runs, ZERO outs recorded. It was like watching a two-man tribute to Wes Gardner.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve had about enough of the of these million-dollar-arm, filthy-stuff types* who light up the radar guns, excite the scouts, and always seem to become moonie-eyed and wild when a game hangs in the balance.
Hansen and Delcarmen ooze talent, but it remains to be seen if they have any of the other attributes required to be consistently successful major league relief pitchers.
(* – I was going to include David Aardsma in that group as well, but he was a hero tonight, recording an actual out and everything.)
How desperate is the bullpen situation becoming? I just caught myself wondering if Mike Timlin, who hasn’t given up an earned run in his rehab stint at Pawtucket, might be the seventh- or eighth-inning answer.
Yup, that’s how desperate.
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Now that the Rays are, more than a decade into their existence, a real major league team with real major league players, I find myself longing for the days when they had “Devil” in their nickname and a hell of a time putting a competent team on the field.
For old time’s sake, let’s take spin through baseballreference and reminisce about all the stiffs that dotted their hapless roster from year to year.
Ryan Rupe . . . Tanyon Sturtze . . . Jesus Colome . . .
Brent Abernathy . . . Steve Cox . . . Bobby Smith . . .
Julio Lugo . . .
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As for today’s Completely Random Baseball Card:
He’s among my favorite Red Sox players of all time, and I will forever praise Manny Ramirez, in part because someone needs to counteract the venom that polutes the airwaves in the morning and at night. But even his most ardent apologist wishes he’d start hitting fastballs again and stop hitting the people who share the clubhouse with him. He does not make rooting for him easy.
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