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Official MLB Thread - 2006 Season
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evil solrac v3.0
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can we shut up abput milledge already and let him play one full season? it's like you guys have never even heard of prized prospects going to bust.
evil solrac v3.0 said:
Brien Taylor FTW.
j/k
But it does suck when a hot prospect turns to complete shit.
We've had enough of those. In 1993 we were so awful we were no hit by the late Daryle Kile,lost I think 103 games(?) that year. WE get the number 1 pick overall in the June draft,we take "Mr. Can't Miss" Paul Wilson, Uh huh...he sure panned out.
The Frankman
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evil solrac v3.0 said:
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19. A-Rod no longer has a crush on Derek Jeter. He is now obsessed with Lastings Milledge.
I always wanted to know why Brien Taylor's career never took off once he was drafted #1 in the nation by the Yanks,well here it is.
Pretty sad really.
http://www.kansas.com/mld/kansas/sports/baseball/15048691.htm
Coulda been a Yankee... Taylor was a can't-miss prospect until fight doomed his career
BY WAYNE COFFEY
New York Daily News
BEAUFORT, N.C. - A few times a week, often on his way home from work, the greatest pitching prospect the New York Yankees ever had pulls into a little roadside convenience store called In & Out Food Mart. It has cramped aisles and cheap gas, a cement box that sits forlornly across from a billboard that says "What A Friend We Have in Jesus" and a ballfield that once attracted big-league scouts by the dozens.
The prospect gets his gas, a soda pop or two, his 6-4, 250-pound body coated with mortar and morsels of brick, the dusty detritus of a day's labor. "He's a nice guy, a quiet guy," says Jimmy Quzh, the owner of In & Out. Then he's on his way, driving north, just two miles up to the green road sign that may be the last sliver of fame he has left.
It was made by inmates at the state Department of Corrections. It's in a semi-blighted community called North River.
"BRIEN TAYLOR LN," the road sign reads.
Brien Taylor is 34 now, and he lives at the end of the road named for him, with his parents, Willie Ray and Bettie. The trailer he was raised in has been replaced with a two-story brick and frame home, the House that Brien Built with the record $1.55 million bonus he got from the Yankees. He also bought a black Mustang 5.0 back then, a car that is still on the road. Otherwise, evidence of his long-ago windfall is in scant supply on Brien Taylor Lane, where the cab of a tractor-trailer is sunk into marsh grass and vines, and the yard is strewn with old cars and a heap of rusted lawnmowers.
It has been 15 years since the Yankees made Brien Taylor the No. 1 pick in the 1991 draft, and 14 seasons since Baseball America rated him the top prospect in the country, ahead of Pedro Martinez (No. 10) and Manny Ramirez (No. 37). He had two superb years in the minors and he, his left arm and his 98 mph fastball were rocketing toward the Bronx, until it all came undone one night outside a ramshackle trailer.
"He'd be making $15 or $20 million a year now if he hadn't gotten hurt," says Gary Chadwick, Taylor's former coach at East Carteret High School.
Richard Bailey is a football coach in Fayetteville, N.C. He caught Taylor when Taylor was 14 and already throwing 90 mph, with a motion as fluid as hot syrup, the ball not leaving his hand so much as getting launched from it.
"Brien was the most talented kid I ever saw," Bailey says. "It's a shame things didn't work out the way they should have."
Beaufort is a small town (pop. 3,771) that pokes off an island on the Carolina coast, a place where the well-heeled waterfront that teems with sprawling homes and yachts is but a 10-minute drive to North River, a back-country hodgepodge by a coastal marsh where the only things that sprawl are debris and deprivation.
Brien Taylor used to throw heat. Now he lays bricks, working with his father, earning $909 per month, according to financial records filed in a child-support application. He has five daughters and wants to live his life and prefers not to answer any questions, about then or now. When he finds out it's a reporter calling, he hangs up.
"We're out of the public eye now," Bettie Taylor says. "Our lives are private and that's the way we like it."
Willie Ray Taylor went to school before integration made its way to Beaufort. Bettie was among the first students of color at East Carteret High School. They had no phone and one light bulb in their one-room trailer, but didn't pay mind to what they didn't have. Willie Ray worked as a mason, Bettie as a crab picker at the seafood plant down the road. She'd pick out up to 30 pounds of crabmeat a day, then go home and never get the smell off her hands.
Brien was the second oldest of four children, named (albeit with a misspelling) for the lead character in the movie, "Brian's Song." His athletic gifts were prodigious. His nickname was Smooth. He could run a 10.7 100 and dunk like a Jordan wannabe, but mostly folks were wowed by Taylor's arm, and the sinewy strength in his 6-3, 195-pound body. Taylor worked in the kitchen of the Sanitary Restaurant during high school. Sometimes he'd go out back on the dock and fire potatoes at seagulls and knock them out of the sky. "He had the best aim I've ever seen," kitchen manager Dave West says.
Big-league scouts would set up behind the plate at East Carteret High and watch their radar guns light up. In one game Taylor's first pitch was 93 mph and his last pitch was 94 mph. Five times during his senior year, Taylor hit 99 mph.
The Yankees drafted him No. 1 and offered him $300,000. Bettie Taylor knew it was a low offer and the family hired Scott Boras to represent Brien, and Bettie wouldn't budge until her son was hours from enrolling in Louisburg College, and the Yankees had quintupled their number -- the richest amateur contract in history.
"He was the biggest thing we ever had around here," Ron Wilson says. "He was our knight in shining armor. He represented black people to the fullest."
Wilson is sitting in the office of Carteret County Sheriff Ralph Thomas Jr., wearing an orange inmate's jumpsuit and shackles around his ankles. Just outside the window is a monument honoring the county's Confederate dead. Wilson is in jail for intimidating witnesses and perjury, among other charges. Ask him about Dec. 18, 1993 and Brien Taylor, and he pulls on a cigarette and says, "Both of our lives changed forever that night."
It's 11:30 p.m. on Saturday night, but Ron Wilson isn't going out. He's on parole, and a curfew goes with it. He's watching TV in his trailer on Laurel Rd., trying to calm down after fighting earlier with Brenden Taylor, Brien's older brother. Wilson's mother, Patricia, had been involved in a heated argument with Brenden, whose longtime girlfriend, Anna Wilson, is Patricia's sister.
There was pushing and shoving. Ron Wilson says Brenden knocked his mother to the ground. Ron punched Brenden hard in the face. Brenden hit his head on a rock. He got up with the rock in his hand, and Wilson punched him again. Brenden and Anna drove off. Ron didn't know where they were going.
Minutes later, someone is pounding and cursing outside Wilson's door. Ron looks out and sees Brien. Wilson can't believe it. He and Brien have been tight for years. "Practically family," Wilson says. Brien was told that Wilson and another man had jumped Brenden, cheap-shotted him. Brien is enraged.
"I don't want to fight you, Brien," Wilson says. "You and me, we don't have no problem."
Brien -- accompanied by his cousin, Donnell Johnson -- doesn't seem to hear anything Wilson says. Wilson keeps urging him to come in, calm down. Taylor demands Wilson come out and fight.
"It was like he couldn't even think," Wilson says.
Jamie Morris, a cousin of Wilson's, hears the ruckus and tells Taylor and Johnson to leave Wilson alone. Johnson rushes him and gets Morris in a full nelson. Taylor, getting angrier by the moment, balls up his left fist. For years accounts of this night have varied wildly, talking about barroom brawls and Taylor getting jumped from behind and the prodigy falling backward and wrecking his shoulder on an oil drum. This is what really happened, Wilson says.
Taylor draws back his left arm and brings it forward, hard and fast, with all his immense power, aiming for Jamie Morris.
Morris manages to arch backward. Taylor's punch misses everything. An instant later, the most prized left arm in baseball is dangling by his side. Everything is a blur now. A scuffle breaks out and Wilson tries to grab Taylor and Taylor screams, "Let me go, my arm hurts."Famed surgeon Dr. Frank Jobe later calls it one of the worst injuries he has ever seen.
Some friends wondered why Taylor came home in the offseason. Sabean says the mild-mannered Taylor was the last guy he'd expect to be involved in such a situation. Taylor missed two full seasons and was never close to being the same. His fastball topped out at 91 mph and his control was gone. He pitched three more years in the Yankee organization, winning one game, never having an ERA under 9.50. The Mariners gave him a look and he made a brief comeback in the Indians' system in 2000. He had nine walks and seven wild pitches in 2 2/3 innings for the Single-A Columbus (Ga.) RedStixx. At 28, his baseball career was over, and other means of employment beckoned.
Taylor worked briefly as a UPS package handler in the Raleigh area, and reportedly had a stint working for a beer distributor. He moved around a lot, apparently had a series of relationships and liked to move fast; his collection of speeding tickets includes one for doing 91 mph in a 45 mph zone in March 2003. There was a more serious brush with the law in January 2005, in Wake Forest, N.C., where police charged Taylor with misdemeanor child abuse for allegedly leaving four of his children -- ranging in ages from 2 to 11 -- alone for more than eight hours. According to a law-enforcement source, Taylor said he was out shooting pool and thought the children were with their mother. He didn't show up for his court date. There are four outstanding warrants for his arrest, Wake County records show.
Fifteen years after he was the greatest sensation ever to hit Carteret County, Brien Taylor rides the back roads of North River, living on a street that bears his name. He and his father often stop at the Piggly Wiggly for a bite of breakfast before work; there's a counter in back with $1.89 omelettes on the grill and tacky drawings of lighthouses on the wall. At night, Taylor sometimes shoots pool at the Royal James Cafe in downtown Beaufort, a no-frills place with $1.50 drafts. It's named for a pirate.
Friends say he seems content enough, and that he doesn't devour himself with regret.
Levar Fisher, a free-agent linebacker who has played with the Saints and Cardinals, grew up in Beaufort, worshipping Taylor.
"What happened to him changed my whole perspective," Fisher, 26, says. "He worked his whole life to get drafted, and one incident took it away."
Ron Wilson, who became as infamous as anyone in the county after his altercation with Taylor, ran into Taylor at a strip club last winter. They hugged. Wilson told him how sorry he was about the events of Dec. 18, 1993.
"I don't blame you for any of that," Taylor told him.
In his orange prison suit, Wilson gets another cigarette from the sheriff. He lights up. Tears begin to roll down his face. "I see Brien sometimes and think about where he is and where he could've been, and I think that everything that happened to him is my fault," Wilson says.
Behind the register at the In & Out Food Mart, Jimmy Quzh hasn't seen Brien Taylor all day. "He'll probably be in tomorrow," Quzh says. Across the road, the East Carteret High ballfield is empty. There is no game, no fuss, no gaggle of scouts, and as dusk slips over the Carolina coast, the last thing you see in the fading light is a gray gravel mound, and the beautiful, flickering memory of a left arm and a lithe body, and the greatest pitching prospect the Yankees ever had.
Pretty sad really.
http://www.kansas.com/mld/kansas/sports/baseball/15048691.htm
Coulda been a Yankee... Taylor was a can't-miss prospect until fight doomed his career
BY WAYNE COFFEY
New York Daily News
BEAUFORT, N.C. - A few times a week, often on his way home from work, the greatest pitching prospect the New York Yankees ever had pulls into a little roadside convenience store called In & Out Food Mart. It has cramped aisles and cheap gas, a cement box that sits forlornly across from a billboard that says "What A Friend We Have in Jesus" and a ballfield that once attracted big-league scouts by the dozens.
The prospect gets his gas, a soda pop or two, his 6-4, 250-pound body coated with mortar and morsels of brick, the dusty detritus of a day's labor. "He's a nice guy, a quiet guy," says Jimmy Quzh, the owner of In & Out. Then he's on his way, driving north, just two miles up to the green road sign that may be the last sliver of fame he has left.
It was made by inmates at the state Department of Corrections. It's in a semi-blighted community called North River.
"BRIEN TAYLOR LN," the road sign reads.
Brien Taylor is 34 now, and he lives at the end of the road named for him, with his parents, Willie Ray and Bettie. The trailer he was raised in has been replaced with a two-story brick and frame home, the House that Brien Built with the record $1.55 million bonus he got from the Yankees. He also bought a black Mustang 5.0 back then, a car that is still on the road. Otherwise, evidence of his long-ago windfall is in scant supply on Brien Taylor Lane, where the cab of a tractor-trailer is sunk into marsh grass and vines, and the yard is strewn with old cars and a heap of rusted lawnmowers.
It has been 15 years since the Yankees made Brien Taylor the No. 1 pick in the 1991 draft, and 14 seasons since Baseball America rated him the top prospect in the country, ahead of Pedro Martinez (No. 10) and Manny Ramirez (No. 37). He had two superb years in the minors and he, his left arm and his 98 mph fastball were rocketing toward the Bronx, until it all came undone one night outside a ramshackle trailer.
"He'd be making $15 or $20 million a year now if he hadn't gotten hurt," says Gary Chadwick, Taylor's former coach at East Carteret High School.
Richard Bailey is a football coach in Fayetteville, N.C. He caught Taylor when Taylor was 14 and already throwing 90 mph, with a motion as fluid as hot syrup, the ball not leaving his hand so much as getting launched from it.
"Brien was the most talented kid I ever saw," Bailey says. "It's a shame things didn't work out the way they should have."
Beaufort is a small town (pop. 3,771) that pokes off an island on the Carolina coast, a place where the well-heeled waterfront that teems with sprawling homes and yachts is but a 10-minute drive to North River, a back-country hodgepodge by a coastal marsh where the only things that sprawl are debris and deprivation.
Brien Taylor used to throw heat. Now he lays bricks, working with his father, earning $909 per month, according to financial records filed in a child-support application. He has five daughters and wants to live his life and prefers not to answer any questions, about then or now. When he finds out it's a reporter calling, he hangs up.
"We're out of the public eye now," Bettie Taylor says. "Our lives are private and that's the way we like it."
Willie Ray Taylor went to school before integration made its way to Beaufort. Bettie was among the first students of color at East Carteret High School. They had no phone and one light bulb in their one-room trailer, but didn't pay mind to what they didn't have. Willie Ray worked as a mason, Bettie as a crab picker at the seafood plant down the road. She'd pick out up to 30 pounds of crabmeat a day, then go home and never get the smell off her hands.
Brien was the second oldest of four children, named (albeit with a misspelling) for the lead character in the movie, "Brian's Song." His athletic gifts were prodigious. His nickname was Smooth. He could run a 10.7 100 and dunk like a Jordan wannabe, but mostly folks were wowed by Taylor's arm, and the sinewy strength in his 6-3, 195-pound body. Taylor worked in the kitchen of the Sanitary Restaurant during high school. Sometimes he'd go out back on the dock and fire potatoes at seagulls and knock them out of the sky. "He had the best aim I've ever seen," kitchen manager Dave West says.
Big-league scouts would set up behind the plate at East Carteret High and watch their radar guns light up. In one game Taylor's first pitch was 93 mph and his last pitch was 94 mph. Five times during his senior year, Taylor hit 99 mph.
The Yankees drafted him No. 1 and offered him $300,000. Bettie Taylor knew it was a low offer and the family hired Scott Boras to represent Brien, and Bettie wouldn't budge until her son was hours from enrolling in Louisburg College, and the Yankees had quintupled their number -- the richest amateur contract in history.
"He was the biggest thing we ever had around here," Ron Wilson says. "He was our knight in shining armor. He represented black people to the fullest."
Wilson is sitting in the office of Carteret County Sheriff Ralph Thomas Jr., wearing an orange inmate's jumpsuit and shackles around his ankles. Just outside the window is a monument honoring the county's Confederate dead. Wilson is in jail for intimidating witnesses and perjury, among other charges. Ask him about Dec. 18, 1993 and Brien Taylor, and he pulls on a cigarette and says, "Both of our lives changed forever that night."
It's 11:30 p.m. on Saturday night, but Ron Wilson isn't going out. He's on parole, and a curfew goes with it. He's watching TV in his trailer on Laurel Rd., trying to calm down after fighting earlier with Brenden Taylor, Brien's older brother. Wilson's mother, Patricia, had been involved in a heated argument with Brenden, whose longtime girlfriend, Anna Wilson, is Patricia's sister.
There was pushing and shoving. Ron Wilson says Brenden knocked his mother to the ground. Ron punched Brenden hard in the face. Brenden hit his head on a rock. He got up with the rock in his hand, and Wilson punched him again. Brenden and Anna drove off. Ron didn't know where they were going.
Minutes later, someone is pounding and cursing outside Wilson's door. Ron looks out and sees Brien. Wilson can't believe it. He and Brien have been tight for years. "Practically family," Wilson says. Brien was told that Wilson and another man had jumped Brenden, cheap-shotted him. Brien is enraged.
"I don't want to fight you, Brien," Wilson says. "You and me, we don't have no problem."
Brien -- accompanied by his cousin, Donnell Johnson -- doesn't seem to hear anything Wilson says. Wilson keeps urging him to come in, calm down. Taylor demands Wilson come out and fight.
"It was like he couldn't even think," Wilson says.
Jamie Morris, a cousin of Wilson's, hears the ruckus and tells Taylor and Johnson to leave Wilson alone. Johnson rushes him and gets Morris in a full nelson. Taylor, getting angrier by the moment, balls up his left fist. For years accounts of this night have varied wildly, talking about barroom brawls and Taylor getting jumped from behind and the prodigy falling backward and wrecking his shoulder on an oil drum. This is what really happened, Wilson says.
Taylor draws back his left arm and brings it forward, hard and fast, with all his immense power, aiming for Jamie Morris.
Morris manages to arch backward. Taylor's punch misses everything. An instant later, the most prized left arm in baseball is dangling by his side. Everything is a blur now. A scuffle breaks out and Wilson tries to grab Taylor and Taylor screams, "Let me go, my arm hurts."Famed surgeon Dr. Frank Jobe later calls it one of the worst injuries he has ever seen.
Some friends wondered why Taylor came home in the offseason. Sabean says the mild-mannered Taylor was the last guy he'd expect to be involved in such a situation. Taylor missed two full seasons and was never close to being the same. His fastball topped out at 91 mph and his control was gone. He pitched three more years in the Yankee organization, winning one game, never having an ERA under 9.50. The Mariners gave him a look and he made a brief comeback in the Indians' system in 2000. He had nine walks and seven wild pitches in 2 2/3 innings for the Single-A Columbus (Ga.) RedStixx. At 28, his baseball career was over, and other means of employment beckoned.
Taylor worked briefly as a UPS package handler in the Raleigh area, and reportedly had a stint working for a beer distributor. He moved around a lot, apparently had a series of relationships and liked to move fast; his collection of speeding tickets includes one for doing 91 mph in a 45 mph zone in March 2003. There was a more serious brush with the law in January 2005, in Wake Forest, N.C., where police charged Taylor with misdemeanor child abuse for allegedly leaving four of his children -- ranging in ages from 2 to 11 -- alone for more than eight hours. According to a law-enforcement source, Taylor said he was out shooting pool and thought the children were with their mother. He didn't show up for his court date. There are four outstanding warrants for his arrest, Wake County records show.
Fifteen years after he was the greatest sensation ever to hit Carteret County, Brien Taylor rides the back roads of North River, living on a street that bears his name. He and his father often stop at the Piggly Wiggly for a bite of breakfast before work; there's a counter in back with $1.89 omelettes on the grill and tacky drawings of lighthouses on the wall. At night, Taylor sometimes shoots pool at the Royal James Cafe in downtown Beaufort, a no-frills place with $1.50 drafts. It's named for a pirate.
Friends say he seems content enough, and that he doesn't devour himself with regret.
Levar Fisher, a free-agent linebacker who has played with the Saints and Cardinals, grew up in Beaufort, worshipping Taylor.
"What happened to him changed my whole perspective," Fisher, 26, says. "He worked his whole life to get drafted, and one incident took it away."
Ron Wilson, who became as infamous as anyone in the county after his altercation with Taylor, ran into Taylor at a strip club last winter. They hugged. Wilson told him how sorry he was about the events of Dec. 18, 1993.
"I don't blame you for any of that," Taylor told him.
In his orange prison suit, Wilson gets another cigarette from the sheriff. He lights up. Tears begin to roll down his face. "I see Brien sometimes and think about where he is and where he could've been, and I think that everything that happened to him is my fault," Wilson says.
Behind the register at the In & Out Food Mart, Jimmy Quzh hasn't seen Brien Taylor all day. "He'll probably be in tomorrow," Quzh says. Across the road, the East Carteret High ballfield is empty. There is no game, no fuss, no gaggle of scouts, and as dusk slips over the Carolina coast, the last thing you see in the fading light is a gray gravel mound, and the beautiful, flickering memory of a left arm and a lithe body, and the greatest pitching prospect the Yankees ever had.
The Frankman
Banned
Holy bejeezus I just heard Burnett hit 99 on the stadium gun. Now THAT I believe. With the guy's atomic curve, good change and power fastball, only his 2 cent head is keeping him from being a star.
The Frankman
Banned
Thing I learned watching him in Florida: The minute he starts cursing at somebody (or himself) after a walk/HBP/error, send the pitching coach to the mound and warm up the pen.R_GILL said:
BTW John Maine is replacing El Duque in this game. Can't wait for the Mets to stick it to Houston on Merengue Night at Shea. 2 more days until Floyd blasts another HR off Roy Oswalt.
The Frankman
Banned
Jose Valentin just broke Taylor Bucholz.
Time for our 1st rounder to do work.
Time for our 1st rounder to do work.
The Frankman
Banned
R u telling me Johnny Damon can't throw home from shallow center? Mein Gott, I could've gotten that ball home on the fly.
I hope those stupid Tigers fans see that DY can help the team. All that crap about chemistry..the guy can hit!
PS: For the A-Rod haters
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2526661
PS: For the A-Rod haters
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2526661
The Frankman
Banned
Cliff Floyd taketh away yonder homer from that rapscallion Christopher Burke. Jolly good play.
The Frankman
Banned
HE DEL-GOT IT!!!
Lol too much smoke in right field
Lol too much smoke in right field
siamesedreamer
Banned
It does no good to make a trade for a closer like Wickman if you don't have guys that are gonna sac up and perform well to bridge to gap to him. Absolutely abysimal performance by Ray tonight.
Matrix
LeBron loves his girlfriend. There is no other woman in the world hed rather have. The problem is, Dwyanes not a woman.
God dammmmmmmmmmmmmm do the Stros suck.
PS- I got hdtv cable and of course my first mlb game ever in hi-def has to have Beltran and his giant mole staring back at me on my 42 inch screen.
Its fuccccking laughing at me.
PS- I got hdtv cable and of course my first mlb game ever in hi-def has to have Beltran and his giant mole staring back at me on my 42 inch screen.
Its fuccccking laughing at me.
Link said:
Yeah he looked pretty sharp tonight. He went the distance and through under 100 pitches,damn. Hopefully he and Pelfrey can be the missing link to the back end of the rotation.
Let's keep our fingers crossed with El Duque tomorrow though.
Mets are now 20 games over .500.
The Frankman
Banned
John Maine- Complete game 4-hit shutout. First win, great performance. And to think this guy, Pelfrey, Bannister, and Maybe Humber are on the horizion. The kids look all right ...
Link said:
Yeah that'd be a great night light to have.
Hope you're rich though.
http://www.liveauctioneers.com/item/2004043
Dr. Strangelove
I'M COOCOO FOR COCO CRISP!
LOL E-Rod made his 18th error of the season tonight against the Jays.
Whoo, Sawx are whoopin' the Mariners too. And I'm drunk.
Whoo, Sawx are whoopin' the Mariners too. And I'm drunk.
Fantastic game tonight.....second in a row. Having 40K+ in the stands brings back good memories--even if many of them are Yankee fans..it's nice having a playoff atmosphere at the ballpark. Huge performance by AJ, he just kept getting better as the game went on.
Tomorrow's game is critical. Hopefully we get the Red Sox Lilly pitching
Tomorrow's game is critical. Hopefully we get the Red Sox Lilly pitching
The Frankman
Banned
Link said:
I thought every member of the Mets' clique had one.
DE-GENERATION METS!!!!!!!!!!!
Great find FrankMan.
Oh my God. :lol
"If Pedro goes down, this is a team that goes from 90ish win potential to a team that will be lucky to win 75. Having Glavine be your number 2 guy at this stage in his career is stretching it; putting him in the number one slot to go up against Hudson, Dontrelle, Livan or Lieber is just asking for an asskicking. Honestly, they'll likely finish fourth- ahead of the godawful Nationals but behind a surprising Florida team.
Trust me- everyone who is picking the Mets to win the division or be competitive in general this year is gonna be asking themselves why the hell they were crazy enough to bet against the Braves... until they're dumb enough to do it again next year. Bobby Cox is the greatest regular season manager in all of baseball, and the Braves farm system is stocked to the brim with talent that he can plug in to help the core the team already has."
Yeah,theyre bullpen really is benefiting from their farm.:lol
Oh my God. :lol
"If Pedro goes down, this is a team that goes from 90ish win potential to a team that will be lucky to win 75. Having Glavine be your number 2 guy at this stage in his career is stretching it; putting him in the number one slot to go up against Hudson, Dontrelle, Livan or Lieber is just asking for an asskicking. Honestly, they'll likely finish fourth- ahead of the godawful Nationals but behind a surprising Florida team.
Trust me- everyone who is picking the Mets to win the division or be competitive in general this year is gonna be asking themselves why the hell they were crazy enough to bet against the Braves... until they're dumb enough to do it again next year. Bobby Cox is the greatest regular season manager in all of baseball, and the Braves farm system is stocked to the brim with talent that he can plug in to help the core the team already has."
Yeah,theyre bullpen really is benefiting from their farm.:lol
Qwerty710710
a child left behind
Good find Frankman, so far this guy has huge egg on his face, and Pedro has been out for like 2 weeks now.
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