Random Thoughts

Sweatball.

Jason Giambi didn’t test positive for amphetamines. That was the medication he takes for his overactive sweat glands. I mean have you SEEN this guy? It can be the first inning of a night game with temps in the 40’s and he’s drenched when he steps to the plate (even though he’s a DH!). It’s like he sits in a sauna between at bats.

It was the Dukes!

I don't want to make light of the despicable things Elijah Dukes supposedly has done (there are few things lower than an abusive husband) . I'm setting the over/under on the number of seasons in the bigs before he self destructs completely at 2 1/2 seasons. (By the way, bonus points to those of you who caught the subtle Trading Places reference in the first line.)

Just call me Samson.

Apparently Samson isn’t the only one who derived his power from his hair. Magglio Ordonez’s magnificent locks, threatening to challenge Oscar Gamble:

for the greatest ‘do in history (well, not really), have propelled him to a dramatic return to his White Sox level performance. As a Tigers fan, I haven’t seen him play this well while wearing the Olde English D, and it’s a bit jarring. Maggs appeared to be headed down the 20 HR, 80 RBI path, but suddenly he’s back on the 35 HR, 110 RBI track.

Kablammo!

That’s the sound of Milton Bradley’s hammy blowing up. Granted, nothing of the sort actually happened, it’s just a continued soreness, but still. I read an article recently that suggested that the A’s new “Moneyballesque” philosophy was to get a bunch of injury prone guys. Well mission accomplished with MB. Bradley has had many problems, both injury and attitude, over the course of his career. So much so that it’s hard to tell what a healthy season might look like for him. Personally, I think a healthy season probably looks something like this: .280 – 25 HR – 85 RBI – 85 Runs – 15 SB.