After a long 162 games, postseason baseball starts tomorrow. Like last year, Verbal Jazz will attempt to break down the teams in the hunt by who he wants to win, not by who he thinks will win. The decision of who Verbal Jazz wants to win the World Series is completely arbitrary and frequently decided by such things as uniforms and/or experience with the local cuisine. As for a "prediction," regular readers of Verbal Jazz know that I favor post-nostication: predicting the outcome of an event after said event has taken place. For instance I knew that the Patriots would beat the Bill yesterday 31-17.
Red Sox: I was born forty minutes from Fenway Park and my first Red Sox game ended with a walk-off RBI single by Carl Yastrzemski. Thankfully, Aaron Boone blew his knee out, which will lead to a walk-off home run by Tanyon Sturtze (a Yankee pitcher). Take heart, Sox fans, we begin the playoffs against the Angels, who got the 1986 monkey off their back two years ago. If the Sox let us down this year, I may have to do something drastic.
Dodgers: You've got to admire Frank McCourt, a Boston land developer who wanted to buy the Sox but couldn't so he bought the Dodgers. Okay, you don't have to admire it, but what the hey? I'll always remember Kirk Gibson's homerun in 1988 off Dennis Eckersley, then with the Oakland A's. Those of us that live in the Boston area sometimes see the Eck on the Red Sox pre- and post-game show. Even though he's a Hall of Famer, you can tell he would love to have that pitch back. Plus the Dodgers have that cool interlocking "LA" hat. The only thing I would not like to see is a Dodgers/Yankees re-match.
Cubs: Oh, sorry, I started writing this a few weeks ago. Maybe the Cubs could sign Steve Bartman to play infield for them. I hear he's got great hands. Maybe Moises Alou could help toughen those hands up.
Cardinals: A rematch of the '67 series in which Verbal Jazz was not yet born? The Cardinals don't have Bob Gibson this year. They do, however, have Jeff Suppan who spent a half season with the Sox. Beware of pitchers named Jeff. Three baseball caps though? A red one for home, a blueish one for the road and that silly one they wear that has the bird on it. Birds don't belong on baseball hats unless they are flexing some muscle, or have some inherent ferocity like a falcon, eagle, buzzard, vulture, or crow. Yeah, crow! You hear that Orioles, your hats suck! Just put a B.O. on them! Sorry, we're talking about the cardinals. A silly, red bird. Even sillier on a baseball hat.
Angels: I actually like the Angels. They showed some balls when they basically fired their insubordinate left fielder. However they are playing the Red Sox in the first round. An Angels win would be painful, just not nearly as painful as a Yankees win. Since it is in poor taste to speak ill of the dead, I will not invoke Donnie Moore. Actually the Angels took care of that curse two years ago in the course of cursing us with the Rally Monkey and Thunderstix.
Astros: Okay, they play in Houston. In a stadium named after Orange Juice. They sometimes wear rust colored shirts that look like they came out of a Lands' End catalog. They fired their manager in the middle of the season. They rallied to win the Wild Card in the last game of the year. Andy Petitte was a bust on my fantasy team this year. Roger Clemens. On the other hand, you gotta admire their spunk.
Giants: Oops! Sorry! Again Verbal Jazz began this before the playoffs began. I read somewhere that some stat-geek determined that a team of Barry Bondses would score 23 runs per game. When Barry retires, expect George Steinbrenner to sign Barry's DNA to a 600 year contract at $14 Million, adjusted for inflation every decade. Until then, a team of Barry Bondses would also likely give up thirty runs a game pitching.
Braves: The absolute most boring good team in all of baseball. All they do is win. I think it's because their announcers, including the highly imitable Skip Caray (just speak like you are reading a textbook on macroeconomics aloud), lull the other team to sleep. And what's with their pitching coach, Leo Mazzone, rocking back and forth like that all game? Someone must have convinced him that if he stops, he will die. And the "Tomohawk Chop?" The only thing more annoying is Tim McCarver. Steve Lyons, too. In fact, hell would be listening to Tim McCarver discuss the intricacies and meaning of the "Tomohawk Chop" while Steve Lyons makes up "Tomohawk Chop" theories based on misinformation and misunderstanding. Yes, Steve Lyons is one person who makes President Bush look smart. Tim McCarver on the other hand makes Bush appear tolerable.
A's: Sorry again, I did start writing this a while ago. Now get set for six solid months of debate on the end of the "Moneyball" way of running a baseball team. The Oakland A's: a stat-geek baseball fan's dream team. Too bad they succumbed to a team that actually does more than throw stats out onto the field and hopes they stick.
Twins: My fantasy league has a Twins fan who also happens to have Johan Santana on his team. Plus they play baseball in a glorified air hanger. And this is the state that gave us Walter Mondale in 1984. On the plus side, Minnesota to spring novelist Tim O'Brien who is seen in early author photos wearing a Red Sox cap.
Yankees: Pure evil. Need I say more?
|