You can pencil Ryan Vogelsong into the Giants' rotation for the next two
years. According to various reports tonight, he has signed a two-year
contract with a third-year team option, all in the neighborhood of $8
million, according to some. As I noted in my previous post -- yes, it's
been too long -- he would have to produce an epicgenio failez to make even a
modest salary increase seem foolish. So a few million in 2012, a few million more in 2013, for a guy who's likely to bust his tail, love his job, enjoy every minute, and give the Giants a lot of good innings, health be willing, great, no problem.
Of course, the extensions we've really been waiting for haven't yet materialized, and I expect the doomsday theorists to define Vogelsong's extension in conspiratorial terms: a meager cushion the team will try to slide under our crestfallen hopes when neither Cain nor Lincecum re-up with the only pro team they've ever played for. Cain and Lincecum? Bah. Mercenaries! But We Give You Ryan Vogelsong, The Man Who Wouldn't Be a Dodger...
Well, no. I don't really think anyone really thinks the Giants' marketers really think they could do it, although this is the crew that somehow made "Smell the Magic Inside" work like a charm.
This really should be a pop-the-cork kind of moment, as it no doubt was for Ryan and his tweetin' spouse. The congrats are rolling in. So I'll leave my little black cloud on the horizon and get back to my day job, which has been killing me lately. (Whatever happened to the American God-given right to update one's blog daily?) And I'll tell myself that the Giants are going into 2012 with above-average, fringe-MVP types at third base and catcher, new outfield acquisitions who'll be hungry to prove their one good year each was no fluke, a rotation with four potential Cy Young candidates (I've had a few flutes of the Vogelsong champagne), a kid phenom who took his lumps last year and is ready to figure it out, and Aubrey Huff racked, stacked, and ready to drop and give us 50 anytime, anywhere.
And just to prove that an airborne optimistic event has drifted over my neighborhood, I predict that Brandon Crawford isn't going to be as bad a hitter as most people think. He'll steal your base hit, he'll steal your girlfriend, and he'll occasionally double into the left-center field gap.
Of course, the extensions we've really been waiting for haven't yet materialized, and I expect the doomsday theorists to define Vogelsong's extension in conspiratorial terms: a meager cushion the team will try to slide under our crestfallen hopes when neither Cain nor Lincecum re-up with the only pro team they've ever played for. Cain and Lincecum? Bah. Mercenaries! But We Give You Ryan Vogelsong, The Man Who Wouldn't Be a Dodger...
Well, no. I don't really think anyone really thinks the Giants' marketers really think they could do it, although this is the crew that somehow made "Smell the Magic Inside" work like a charm.
This really should be a pop-the-cork kind of moment, as it no doubt was for Ryan and his tweetin' spouse. The congrats are rolling in. So I'll leave my little black cloud on the horizon and get back to my day job, which has been killing me lately. (Whatever happened to the American God-given right to update one's blog daily?) And I'll tell myself that the Giants are going into 2012 with above-average, fringe-MVP types at third base and catcher, new outfield acquisitions who'll be hungry to prove their one good year each was no fluke, a rotation with four potential Cy Young candidates (I've had a few flutes of the Vogelsong champagne), a kid phenom who took his lumps last year and is ready to figure it out, and Aubrey Huff racked, stacked, and ready to drop and give us 50 anytime, anywhere.
And just to prove that an airborne optimistic event has drifted over my neighborhood, I predict that Brandon Crawford isn't going to be as bad a hitter as most people think. He'll steal your base hit, he'll steal your girlfriend, and he'll occasionally double into the left-center field gap.
