FIRE JOE MORGAN

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:

.283/.323/.506
28 BB
30 HR
.278 EqA

ARod, Who Can't Hit in the Clutch and Is a Head-Case:

.290/.392/.523
90 BB
35 HR
.317 EqA

Congratulations, Hillerich & Bradsby Co. You are now every bit as stupid as everyone else!

I promise we'll post more soon. Maybe.

Labels: silver slugger