We’re all chomping at the bit for the Giants to do things that determine the makeup of next year’s team and beyond. Trades. Free agent pickups. Decisions on their own free agents. (Just put down the Feliz, walk slowly away, and no one gets hurt.)
Data, dammit, we need data! We need action. We need the Flight of the Conchords to come out on DVD because some of us don’t have cable. Come on baby, it’s business time.
The best we can do right now are the two fall leagues in Arizona and Hawaii, where the Giants have several prospects. For clues to the Giants next year, pay particular attention to Arizona, where rosters feature a few players who’ve already tasted the big leagues and others who haven’t but should be there next year. Do well there, and… well, nothing. No guarantees, of course. Small sample size and all that.
But if Dan Ortmeier can outhit his Scottsdale teammate and Tampa Bay uberprospect Evan Longoria over the course of 100 at-bats, at the very least it’ll make Ortmeier more of a household name in, uh, households that spend all their time talking about 26–year-old prospects.
Joining Ortmeier are Nate Schierholtz and Eugenio Velez. On the pitching side, keep an eye on Sergio Romo. He climbed to high-A San Jose last year and struck out 106 in 66 innings. If he continues to do well this fall (so far, 5 IP, 7 Ks, no walks or runs, 4 hits), might the Giants put him on the fast track to the big-league bullpen with a call-up by the end of next year?
Back to the playoffs: We’re one game away from a Rockies-Indians World Series, which I hope happens just to make Fox television executives soil their pants. I caved in and switched from radio to TV for last night’s game, and I was once again amazed and appalled at the horrendousness of Joe Buck. I understand that on TV, it’s OK to let the images speak for themselves, but the guy is so flat and affectless and offers so little insight, he bleeds all potential excitement out of the game.
Oh man, finally, someone else acknowledging the black hole that is Mr. Buck. My brother and take turns yelling at his innane comments. Why is it that he's pimped out for every major baseball event, when he's so obviously subpar??
Of course, my hatred of his "style" (if you can call it that) may have something to do with his calling the '02 World Series. He might as well have ripped open his Oxford and revealed the Angels T-shirt he was sporting underneath.
Will someone please call John Miller and tell him the playoffs need him?