Letters to the Editor
mattmclain
Published Letters: 49 Editor's Choice: 6
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kind of bull shit
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]How can you slam Beck (which he rightly deserves) and at the same time run an web banner ad promoting his show? The price of Martini's going up in NYC? What's up with that bull shit?
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Don't speak for KC
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]This embassy that was apparently designed in KC is hardly "Kansas City's idea of a palace." We prefer drinks at Davey's Uptown or Buzzard Beach, thank you very much. Come here sometime and we'll show ya. Until then, speak for yourselves.
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Upton equals errors
[Read the article: King Kaufman's Sports Daily]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]You're right. Fantasy baseball is to blame. And as the 2004 Chappy Ballzack Fantasy Baseball Blowout League (CBLB) and current last place team, I can assure Placido Polonco is much more deserving than Upton. Upton boots more balls than a sassy Cowgirl at a rodeo, and strikes out more than any other 2Ber in the Bigs.
Now I know you're a St. Louis native and probably grew up watching Tommy Herr toss more balls into right field than any of us and think an error prone 2Ber can play for an effective team like Herr did, but Upton's juggling act has cost his teams runs and games. Sure, he's fast, has power and has maybe more potential than any 2ber since Ryan Sandburg, but he aint there yet. He needs some time to figure out how to put the bat on the ball, then put the ball in his glove, then throw to first. Polonco's been deserving for years and is that polished fella Upton should dream about becoming.
On the Bonds thing...we'll you're just insane.
Regards,
Chappy Ballzack.
2004 CBLB Champion.
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LA, St. Louis...what's the difference
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]I just fired my researcher. So it's Steve Sax and LA. And if you never saw Herr/Sax throw into right field you missed one hell of a good time. The point is, BJ needs some time taking infield and more plate discipline before he's All Star caliber.
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The usual Braves brilliance, the next Buckner
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Getting Texiera is huge. He's an intense gamer with 40/125 potential every year. And Schurholz knows pitching won't determine the NL this year (nor did it last year) with the Mets, Cubs, Phillies, Padres, BrewCrew all having mediocre pitching at best. Say for the Dodgers, whoever swats the most dongs will dominate the NL in October.
What will be remembered and celebrated in a few years are the deals Texas made. Saltalamaccia plays (and actually looks like) Johnny Bench. And the gaggle of talent they got for Gagne is unbelievable. Years from now Boston fans will be cursing Gagne's name as the only potential this noodle-arm has is to become a Canadian version of Buckner. Look for his non-existant fast ball and motionlees change to be launched repeatedly over the Monster in October. Then look for Texas to win the AL Central in 09.
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350 will be the new 300
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Mr. Kaufman is dead on. There will be a slew of 300 game winners in the next 30 years. And just like 500 dongs isn't the guaranteed ticked to Cooperstown it used to be, 300 wins will loose it's luster real quick in the coming years.
Two things resulted when baseball expanded recently. There was a boom in offense because so many minor league mules that would never have fondled a MLB rosin bag were being inserted into a big league rotation (Edwin Jackson). And at the same time, more would be role players (Mark DaRosa) are everyday players.
The result is the top tier swatters and hurlers both benefit from facing inferior opponents more often. In the end, the stars' stats will be padded. Which is why it's easy to see how Mussina can win another 12 games a year for 5 years - especially if he ends up in the NL. Winning 12 games a year for an above average pitcher is nothing - hell, Jamie Moyer won 20+ games twice since turning 39. So to say we won't see more 300 games winners makes a jive ass turkey gobble.
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Some Kink in the Hose
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]This story reminds me of the 1992 NYC St. Patty's parade where I witnessed a bunch of drunk dudes from Queens laughing at a black firefighter on a fire truck. "You ain't Irish," they screamed. "I'm Black Irish" the fire-fighter replied. Everyone laughed and toasted the guy.
The point is, everyone knows firefighters have to participate in every lame parade there is - fourth of july, veterans day, etc... It's how municipal governments show community support. These tight ass SD clowns should have laughed it off, lightened up and had fun with it, least they get thier danty hoses kinked.
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Tito, get me some tissue
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Honestly, Kaufman, you're kind of whining like my four year old does when it's a bit past his bedtime. All the hand-wringing and "conflicted" emotion about your juiced home run swatter, the did-he-or-didn't-he melodrama monotonously pounded upon by you press types over and over like Brittany Lohan or Princess what's-her-face is making me barf.
I'm a lifelong Cubs season ticket holder. I sit on the right field wall and in 98 when Slammin Sammy would open each game by tearing into right field like a half-crazed, blood thirsty wild boar, my out of town friends would, having seen this pharmacutical wonder up close and in person for the first time, first go crazy, then wonder out loud; "What is THAT guy taking?" Sammy was un-Godly huge. His neck and head looked like a Mies van der Rohe with legs looking like Lou Farigno. His bat speed was incredible. But everyone I knew, knew the guy was on something. We loved watching him none the less--and McGuire too.
Today, things have changed for the better. So tell your bus loving boy the truth. Bonds shot steroids in his rump and we all loved the results. Now he won't come clean and we're pissed at him. But he's still one of the best ever. Now zip it and watch closely because this is the perfect pitch count for the ol hit and run...