We haven't posted in a while, but there's a good reason. Dak, Junior, Murbles, Chester and I all checked into the Scott Hatteberg Wing of the Betty Ford Clinic in Palm Springs for a week of intense Eckstein Detoxification. Twice-daily therapy sessions, combined with three square helpings of baseballprospectus.com site-surfing, and we're as good as new. We barely even remember how tall Eckstein is, much less how much he weighs. And the words "small man/big heart" no longer cause us to have grand mal seizures. They are now petit mal seizures. Progress.
There is not a lot of terrible sportswriting going on right now, that I can find, at least. I would like to note that the anti-ARod sentiment has gotten so bad that even award-givers have drunk the Kool Aid
. For the record:2006 Silver Slugger Award-Winner Joe Crede:
.278 EqAARod, Who Can't Hit in the Clutch and Is a Head-Case:
Congratulations, Hillerich & Bradsby Co. You are now every bit as stupid as everyone else!
I promise we'll post more soon. Maybe.
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