Actually, it’s a bit of all three. Writing while dressed in sackcloth and ashes, I look at where it all went wrong for the 2007 Blue Jays.
You’d have thought it would, but in reality he’ll still get a nice juicy offer from someone, somewhere.
In this turbulent period, the two biggest-winning teams in modern history get there with very different levels of farm production, while a third franchise struggles mightily despite tremendous talent development.
It should be “pedal to the metal” in the City of Brotherly Love
General manager Tim Purpura and manager Phil Garner have fallen on their swords for the Astros’ poor season so far. Lisa chronicles how the franchise fell from the 2005 World Series to irrelevance.
A look at race and hiring practices for managers in the last 20 years.
Steve’s pulled that old shoebox full of snapshots down from the top shelf in the guest room closet … time to figure out who those little tykes were!
This week’s Baseball Injury Report asks the important questions.
Aaron Gleeman may be gone, but “Gleeman-length” recaps of the annual SABR convention remain a THT tradition.
Sometimes winning World Series (plural) isn’t enough.
Someday soon, Barry Bonds will become the first man to hit 756 home runs. But on July 23, 1890, Harry Stovey became the first to hit 100. Richard looks back at his life and career.
I’m going hysterical and heretical
The what-might-have-beens of some swingmen, some southpaws, Bobo and Lefty.
An immodest proposal designed to make middle relievers work for their money.
Jeff looks at how teams can get creative with their active rosters, and whether the rules ought to be tightened.
Between the last two Blue Jays columns Toronto went 5-14. Injuries were only a small part of the problem
On May 17, 1963 Don Nottebart threw the first no-hitter in the history of the Houston franchise. The final score, however, reflected not only Nottebart’s pitching abilities, but also the defense he had playing behind him, and prompted memories of other “flawed” no-hitters.
The Brewers have lost five of their last six games.
Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying About and Love Ken Heintzelman.
What if the Giants of that era hadn’t been quite so efficient at frittering away their talent?