2016 World Series Odds | Who to bet and who to forget

Spring Training, where beer tastes like Axe body spray and clear acrylic stilettos. Where the Oakland A’s play in an actual baseball stadium. Where (El) Super Burritos in North Scottsdale flow like well tequila. Where the Pink Pony is a steakhouse not a strip club. Where the poolside bar at Hotel Valley Ho is manned by my favorite former Royal with a porn star baseball name to end all names, Pete LaCock. Where Julián Tavárez drives a rickshaw with his face.

Before we make our annual pilgrimage to the base of Camelback, Kyle Magin and myself check in with Bet It or Forget It—every team’s odds to win the World Series.

Last year, our soothsayers called the Astros, Cubs and Mets making it deep into the postseason—unfortunately neither of them believed Ned Yost had a two-year lease on his special magic. This year the boys are back with some darkhorses who may become favorites by fall.

Check it out. Print it and take it to the book!

By Kyle Magin and Andrew J. Pridgen

cubsIChicago Cubs: 7/1

AJ: Forget it. As a general rule, I don’t bet the odds favorite, but when they’re the Cubs. Whoa. Not even Richard Pryor with bottomless coffers—and a Cubs jersey—in Brewster’s Millions could justify that kind of wager. That said, at 7 to 1 I won’t be mad if you take a flier on this one Kyle, for two reasons. 1) Voting for the NL All-Star team might as well be limited to pitchers only. To say the Cubs’ starting eight are a murderers’ row is an understatement…more like a murderer’s tract or a murderer’s mega-cinema complex with a murderer’s evil HOA. Ready? Zobrist, Heyward, Rizzo, Bryant, Schwarber, Soler, Montero, Russell. All jersey-movers. I’d say the only spot(s) lacking potency at the plate is in that 7-8 hole but you’ve got a pair of potential Gold Glovers to supplement any slumps at the dish. And 2) Though this Cubs franchise still schleps the Billy Goat’s Curse and the legend of Bartman around like a carry on with a broken wheel through McCarran, there’s something about this generation of Cubs player/fan that doesn’t quite, how should I say this, give a FUCK about curses or lore or nostalgia or being loveable because you lose. Blame sabermetrics and analytics and solipsism and #selfieculture or just whatever. The best way to shatter glass ceilings and to shed the past is to ignore, ignore, ignore. These Cubbies from opening day on will be hellbent and looking ahead to the time they get theirs. And maybe you can start wearing turtlenecks and headphones to the games again.

Kyle: Forget it. AJ, I wanted to take a flier so bad. I totally agree with you that this team is pretty well ignorant of the CURSE. It’s what happens when 80 percent of your roster had parent-enforced bedtimes for the Bartman game. I also think that strength feeds this roster’s biggest weakness: Youth. How does Jake Arrieta come off a season when he pitched 229 innings–92 more than he’s ever pitched previously? How do the Cubs’ pups handle that next step into the playoffs–a long NLCS or World Series run? Last year the bats went dead, Arrieta’s magic ran up and the fire was extinguished pretty convincingly by the Mets. I think the Cubs will have learned from that, but like the Bulls of the late 80s and 1990, the Cubs have a few more dragons to slay and lessons to learn about pacing and being ready for deep, deep runs. I’ve no doubt the core of this team will fly a W in a deciding game of a World Series on the North Side, I just don’t think we’re there yet.

pandaIIBoston Red Sox: 8/1

AJ: Forget it. I have NO idea what’s going on here. Did I miss something in the offseason that will change this 78-win team (5th in their division) into a world champion besides the B on their hat and the incessant deep throating from The Network? Granted Dave Dombrowski shored up a nice bullpen with the addition of closer Craig Kimbrel and set-up man Carson Smith. as well as adding Chris Young to his outfield and paying more than $200 million to snare ace David Price. So it was a productive offseason. In the infield, Hanley Ramirez (at first?) will be trade bait till the deadline and Sandoval has about five months to gel before he’s shipped back to the West Coast (I can see him in a D-backs uniform if they start to contend and Jake Lamb doesn’t show much pop). Which all adds up to the Sox are very much still a team in transition. Hell, I wouldn’t take them at 40/1.

Kyle: Forget this with Notebook-level alzheimer’s. Ramirez is a trainwreck defensively and quite possibly a bad baseball player. What makes the Sox think he’ll pick up first base!? His sometimes-historic inability to play short? His titanic failings in left field? There’s nowhere lower on the defensive spectrum to hide this guy. I wouldn’t trust him to field balls in little league. Mookie Betts is a revelation, yes, and David Price will earn his 2020 money this year and next, so no worries there. But, a lot of assumptions about the Red Sox are based on wishful thinking. How far past 40 can David Ortiz make it? Dustin Pedroia has ground through 10 seasons and he just doesn’t have the extra base power (or batting eye) to pick up the middle of the order during the inevitable slumps they’ll go through. Paramount, where do you go for innings after Price and Porcello?

penceIVSan Francisco Giants: 10/1

Kyle: Bet it! Listen, the NL wildcard is probably coming out of the west this year. The Cubs signed away 12-plus wins from the Cardinals to claim ownership over the Central and I think the East will beat itself up too convincingly to get a second team in. That leaves Bruce Bochy & Co to navigate a brawl in a division where the upper tier (SF, LAD, ARI) is relatively even and the bottom probably can’t get worse wins-wise. Arizona sacrificed depth in order to sign Grienke. The Dodgers’ roster looks formidable until Dave Roberts actually has to send nine men out onto the field. Who do you trust to pace themselves through that slog, find enough wins to guarantee a playoff spot, then turn it on in October? I’m taking the team with MadBum, Samardzija and Cueto and Bochy pulling the strings. They’re the Bernard Hopkins of baseball right now, but they can still land a punch.

AJ: Forget it. Yes, it’s an even-numbered year. Yes, the additions of Samardzija and Cueto are key to keeping the once-best-rotation-in-the-league buoyant. Yes, Posey, Belt, Panik, Crawford and Duffy are the best homegrown infield this side of Wrigleyville…but it all still doesn’t add up to much in what portends to be a dogfight in the NL West. For starters, Matt Cain is a huge question mark and Jake Peavy is gassed. If Chris Heston can show a little better command of his slider during his sophomore campaign and MadBum continues to be MadBum, that’s a decent rotation, albeit one that is chasing with the aforementioned acquisitions. This mentions nothing of the unceremonious farewell to the dynastic heart and soul Tim Lincecum. The outfield with Pagan and Pence coming off injury-plagued years plus the acquisition of Denard Span from the Nationals and return of Mr. Dependable Gregor Blanco may get back to 30,000 feet this season, but the Giants have no pop, not even the Michael Morse variety, anywhere in that lineup. They may stay close to .600 at home, but good luck in AZ, LA, Colorado and beyond.

Houston Astros: 12/1

AJ: Forget it. Ah, to turn back the clock a year and have the Mets at 75/1. The Astros in 2016 are the Cubs in 2015. Formidable, scary and altogether not bland…but also not set up quite yet to go deep into the playoffs. Houstonians are fawning over the notion that Houston has a potential MVP in second baseman Jose Altuve and a potential Cy Young in Dallas Keuchel, but after a white-hot start in the AL West last year, they limped into the playoffs losing the majority of their series after June. Texas, Anaheim and Seattle all improved in the off-season and Oakland (marginally) did too. Houston will surprise nobody—except those with high expectations.

Kyle: Forget it. I like Dallas Keuchel. I like Jose Altuve and Carlos Correa. I don’t love the rest of the staff and I don’t think DH Evan Gattis is a guy you can keep giving 600 PAs to and expect better results. The Astros didn’t spend a lot in free agency and that’s telling–they’re going to see how far this group can take itself before adding on. At this point, they’re still a few moves away.

mrmetINew York Mets: 14/1

AJ: Forget it. understand the 2016 Mets will be drawing comparisons to the 2015 Royals all season, especially if they’re able to surge mid-summer. And I’m on that bandwagon too, but not under 20/1. They’re a year older (which in this case means better) and a year hungrier. The only real hiccup for the folically unchallenged I see is the gauntlet that the NLDS and LCS is shaping up to be. You’ve got the Nationals, Dodgers, Cubbies, Giants—plus the venerable Cardinals and the surprising D-Backs to contend with on the road to late-October. Suddenly, the path isn’t so clear for Mr. Met.

Kyle: Forget it. See above.

Texas Rangers: 15/1

Kyle: Bet it! This is a division winner that was short Yu Darvish and only got a half season out of Cole Hamels in 2015. Both are perennial Cy Young candidates who have a lineup behind them that was averaging five runs a day in September and October last year. Jurickson Profar and Rougned Odor can both stretch singles into doubles and go first-third as well as anyone in the league. The table setters only need wait for Prince Fielder, who crushed in the later part of the season last year (6 HR, 25 RBI in September) to bring them around. Adrian Beltre will continue to play like a Hall of Famer and if Josh Hamilton can right the ship you can count on not talking Cowboys in Dallas until mid-October.

AJ: Forget it. Fuck man, I’m WAAAY more comfortable with the Rangers being in the 50:1 odds range preseason. I get it. Texas got Hamilton back during crunch time last season and all of a sudden they’re more rootable (root-worthy?) than Dennis Quaid in a Disney movie. But let’s be real here for a minute: The Rangers 2016 pitching staff is relying on Yu Darvish’s off-season elbow surgery to make him a miracle workhorse and though Adrian Beltre in a contract year and Prince Fielder in any year can mash, I just don’t think the staff is where it needs to be to repeat last year’s late run. Their 2014 ERA was 4.49, expect them to revert and hover somewhere around there by August.

harperIVWashington Nationals: 15:1

AJ: Forget it. EVERYONE’s sexy pick this year is still a franchise in flux. Dusty Baker is a players’ manager and some of his mojo will re-unite whatever shambles of a clubhouse he walks into. But beyond Harper and a bevvy of young talent that may make its way up by August—especially if this is a transition season—Washington’s biggest regret in five years may be how they squandered both Strasburg and Scherzer in their prime.

Kyle: Forget it. Dusty Baker will sweep up whatever toxic bullshit Matt Williams dumped into the Nationals’ dugout last year, but that doesn’t solve the problems of Jayson Werth logging just 330 ABs in an(other) injury-shortened season, Ryan Zimmerman’s continued slide toward ‘that guy is still playing?’ status and the loss of SS Ian Desmond, who, while miserable last year, provided a little bit of pop from a position that traditionally brings none of that. This team, sort of like Boston, is trying to spend itself beyond some really systemic issues.

Los Angeles Dodgers: 16:1

AJ: Bet it! I’m a big believer in new skipper Dave Roberts as a clubhouse “glue guy.” During his short tenure with the Giants he acted as a human shield for Barry Bonds and kept the scribes in stitches while The GOAT* chased down Ruth and Aaron. It worked, at least insofar that Barry got his. Now that the hapless Friar front office have let one of their best baseball minds go in Roberts without as much as an ice cream cake (see: Bruce Bochy part II: On the Move). Roberts rides into LA with a similarly poisonous clubhouse personae to contend with in Yasiel Puig. I don’t think the oft-reported rumors of the likes of Kershaw and Grienke thinking that the fine Cuban’s constant antics are polarizing are exaggerated. And LA’s failure to keep the latter along with GM Farhan Zaidi’s—the Canadian-born Pakastani who is a MIT- and Berkeley-educated philosophy PhD—inability to make much of a splash in the free agent market seems proof of this. Although signing Scott Kazmir to a three-year, $48 million contract seems like the steal of the winter talks. The Dodgers played “small ball” in the offseason and that may finally be a sign of a team, and front-office, coming into its own.

Kyle: Forget it. Most of this lineup fell off a cliff at the end of last season, from the old standbys (Adrian Gonzalez, .233 in September; Howie Kendrick, .235) to the kids (Joc Pederson, .197, Puig, DNP). The only guys pitching in were Andre Ethier and Carl Crawford–not exactly war horses you can count on when the chips are down. Losing Zach Grienke doesn’t make your organization better, especially when those wins are disappearing within the division.

New York Yankees: 16:1

AJ: Bet it! I have ulteriors here, I must admit. I’m Jonesing for a Dodgers/Yankees World Series. It may sound like heresy. It may be the two franchises I was bred to hate most in real life, but what about a true fall classic with two classic teams on the upswing (not to mention, two very classic cities to celebrate such a thing) doesn’t sound delicious? The small-market squads have broken into the mainframe and dissected the code: It’s about scouting and pitching and…well, more foreign scouting, stupid. The Dodgers and the Yankees, still one-two respectively in payroll, have quietly remained stagnant with their spending over the last three seasons and lots of the monies they’ve committed to the 2016 roster is for players who are no longer with the organization or taking the field. You’ve also seen the top 10 payrolls creep nose-to-nose what used to be the lead horses who led by lengths. So as the league and its best players have gotten richer, the rich have pulled back a bit. If you look at the actual projected Yankee lineup, you’ve got a few lions in winter now loveable again in their old age (A-Rod, Beltran), a few very cheerable veterans (Teixeira and Headley) and some young guns plugging the middle infield like Starlin Castro and Didi Gregorious that are Webgem eligible mostly every night. What’s not to like about a good-mix ballclub helmed by the unflappable Joe Girardi?

Kyle: Forget it. To answer your last question there, AJ: a lot. The problems are, again, structural. You’re going to get 150-plus innings out of a 35-year old CC Sabathia who’s coming off of rehab? If you do, what quality will they be? You’re going to get 400-500 ABs out of A-Rod, Tex and Beltran? They all have pop, true enough, but they aren’t going to work counts (315 Ks between them) or anything else to extend innings if some key pieces go down. It’s not a roster built to head into battle. Last year was the perfect storm of good health, a weak league and lots of games against the Rays and late-season Orioles. I do like the young talent on this team, but when you’re depending on the old guys to hit the lotto twice in a row, you’re taking a bet that I wouldn’t.

Pittsburgh Pirates: 18:1

AJ: Forget it. As much as it pains me to say, I think the Pirates missed their window. Four consecutive playoff appearances and subsequent bow-outs have me thinking the 2016 Pirates are very reminiscent of the 1995 Bills. They’ve tasted success. They know what it takes to get there. But they can’t quite close the deal.

Kyle: Forget it. How do you catch the Cubs now? Certainly not by spending the way the Pirates have to, which is wisely but budget-conscious. They let Pedro Alvarez walk during the offseason, which is absolutely the right move because the man couldn’t defend a killer cop in front of an all-white jury. But, Alvarez hit 30, 36, 18 and 27 homeruns in the last four seasons. He’s the kind of guy you’d keep around if you could afford to give up the runs he’ll cost you at a corner infield spot. But the Pirates can’t, and like AJ says above, the window is closed.

St Louis Cardinals: 18:1

AJ: Bet it! Here’s what I wrote about the Cards last year at 12:1: Ordinarily, I’d like to see this more at 20/1 but Matheny’s Cards are like clockwork; guaranteed LCS appearance, what happens from there, nobody knows. This year at 18:1 they’re a little closer odds-wise to my liking. Folks are also insta-forgetting the injury-plagued Cardinals finished first in the NL Central before being quickly dispatched by the Cubs (3-1) in the LDS. At some point last season pretty much all of the Cards’ opening day starters were on the DL: Jason Heyward, Adam Wainwright (out for the season with an achilles) Jaime Garcia, Randal Grichuk, Jon Jay, and Matt Holliday all missed significant time—and in crunch time. Heyward took off for division rival Chicago, but the redbirds still seem formidable even in the shadow of the Windy City behemoth with Adam Wainwright, Holliday, Jay and co. returning at full speed along with Yadier Molina, Jhonny Peralta, Lance Lynn, Matt Carpenter, Jorden Walden and Aledmys Diaz. Injuries are infectious and St. Louis had more than their share to truncate the campaign that saw them not advancing to the LCS for the first time since ‘09. Don’t be surprised to see them back on a championship track in 2016.

Kyle: Forget it. AJ, injuries aren’t a disease in STL, they’re a symptom. This is an aging team with key pieces like Wainright (two of his last five seasons have ended in less than 28 innings), Matt Holliday (missed 88 games last year) and 33-year old catcher Yadier Molina (late season neck injury) missing significant time with bumps and bruises. The next-gen guys like Michael Wacha and Randal Grichuk haven’t quite dialed in the consistency yet. It all comes back to closing a gap on the Cubs, and I can’t see St. Louis doing it.

flipIToronto Blue Jays: 18/1

AJ: Bet it! Oddsmakers seem to have gotten the Blue Jays and the Red Sox reversed. With a resurgent fanbase in Toronto and a team that can mash with the best of any in the last half-decade, I like the Jays’ chances of a repeat postseason performance. The offseason focus has been on the loss of David Price to the Red Sox and that intra-division transfer hurts almost as much as when Jason Heyward traded Cardinal red for Cubbies blue. Remember though how much scribes like to trump up these deals and these rivalries in the ugly sweater party months and none of it ever amounts to much by May. The reality is Price doesn’t make the Sox rotation better beyond him and the Jays are mostly not worse off without him, even if there is no clear All Star-caliber starter beyond Marcus Stroman. The architect of last year’s team Alex Anthropolous (think the Donaldson trade) may be the more regrettable exit from the organization especially if they’re looking for a few sneaky deals for arms come deadline. But with the aforementioned AL MVP back at third along with Jose Bautista, Edwin Encarnacion and a full season of Troy Tulowitzki…the Sky Dome’s Rogers Centre the limit.

Kyle: Bet it! Marcus Stroman should be back for a whole season this year. The 24 y/o righty missed most of last season with an injury, but in 2014 was striking out 7.6 per nine and last year went 4-0 in his four late-season, high-pressure starts. Don’t think the Jays will miss David Price as much as pundits say they will. Plus, they’ll have a whole season of Troy Tulowitzki holding things down on that new dirt infield. Jose Bautista seemed as locked-in as any player in baseball late last year and Josh Donaldson is, hands-down, Canada’s favorite Alabamian. I’d guess another boisterous October at SkyDome.

Arizona Diamondbacks: 25:1

AJ: Forget it. Sexy pick no. 2, everyone’s loving the D-backs…with the exception, perhaps, of most Arizonans. Arizona drew 23rd out of 30 MLB franchises last season (approx. 25k/game) not terrible but considering the Giants would probably draw that to Scottsdale Stadium if they put bleachers on top of Camelback. Concession lines or no, the Dbacks are pushing all-in this season to give Goldschmidt and co. some support on the mound. Arizona overpaid for Grienke, who at 32 probably doesn’t have six good years left on that right arm of his, but who cares? It was a statement signing for a team whose farm is starting to bear fruit (similar to Zito’s $127 million contract in 2007 with the Giants—remember when that number was insane btw?) If you look at the Zito administration including a trio of World Series rings, it seemed to have worked out pretty OK to have a perennial All-Star-caliber pitcher show some of the young guns the way. I’d like a year or two for these snakes to marinate before I can place a Jackson on them winning it all, but they definitely will be in the hunt for the division (or wild card) and in the unusual position of being buyers come mid-July.

Kyle: Forget it. OK, so Grienke is there, and Paul Goldschmidt can mash, but look at the rest of this roster. Nick Ahmed (.226) and Chris Owings (.227) are your middle infield. Rubby de la Rosa, your probable #2 pitcher, gave up 32 homers last year, one of the highest totals in the league. He is also a grown man called Rubby. Tyler Clippard struck out 64 batters over 71 innings last year, down from 82 over 70 in 2014 and 73 over 71 in 2013. The D-Backs obviously looked for efficiencies after betting the farm on Grienke, and I’m just not sure a roster constructed this way–without at least one more big bat or a secondary arm–is what is going to get you to the promised land.

clevelandICleveland Indians: 25:1

AJ: Bet it! It’s important to remember the Tribe are slow starters and hot finishers so don’t get too down on the indigenous peoples if they come limping out of the gate. If Michael Brantley (Shoulder surgery) can return to form, the AL’s possible best battery (14-game-winner Carlos Carraso, Corey Kluber who K’d 245 and Danny Salazar whose ERA was under 3.5…in Cleveland) and, well, this might be the Tribe’s closest near-miss season since ‘98.

Kyle: Forget it. There are still far too many ABs to go around for far too few good batters.

Detroit Tigers: 25:1

Kyle: Bet it! While the rest of the division stood pat, the Tigers went out and got Jordan Zimmerman and Justin Upton (the Upton who still strikes out a ton but also mashes friggin taters). And, in a locally-kept secret, Justin Verlander learned the difference between pitching and throwing during the second half of last year. Through June, he was striking out just 3.57 batters per nine and walking 4. In August and September, he was punching out 8.5 batters per nine and walking just 2.1. His late starts last season were vintage Verlander in the late innings–he was dialing it up above 95 after the sixth–but also a JV most Tigers fans hadn’t seen before. He painted the corners, buried pitches low and away for his infield to clean up and generally looked like he cared about his craft beyond blowing people away. This may be a lot of cornbread and Kool-Aid, but I think Verlander may be on his way to a late-career resurgence.

AJ: Forget it. Detroit’s a curious ballclub. I thought last year the Tigers were going to be dusting off grandma’s recipe cards and rolling pin and starting from scratch in 2016. At least that’s what the disappointing 2015 season which led to a mini fire sale at the deadline that sent David Price, Yoenis Cespedes and Joakim Soria and the dismissal of GM Dave Dombrowski told me. Fear not, a couple of big under-30 off-season acquisitions (see: above) and Verlander fresh off the plane from Jamaica with Taye Diggs Kate Upton in his carry-on and the Tigs’ kids well contend. The only problem is Detroit still features too many non-key holdovers from their 2012 pennant-winning ballclub and not enough depth in the rotation.

Kansas City Royals: 25:1

AJ: Bet it! They lost the services of Ben Zobrist and all the magic he keeps in his carpetbagging shaving kit, but this ballclub as a whole is still the defending champs and still has made it to the show two years in a row. The AL Central is suddenly the toughest division in baseball (Cleveland, Minnesota, Detroit…even Chicago will contend) and that makes this the year where KC either shows all things must pass…or maybe Ned Yost knows something you don’t.

Kyle: Bet it! I love a staff caught by Sal Perez. A lot of these guys have been through the fire, too, Edinson Volquez and Yordano Ventura in last year’s World Series and grinders like Joakim Soria and Luke Hochevar each have more than a decade of service time in the pen. The lineup has the same holes Ned Yost was able to paper over last year, so why question what works?

angelsILos Angeles Angels: 25:1

AJ: Forget it. The Angels can’t get on base and when they do it’s usually temporary—for a round-tripper. This feast or famine runs-in-bunches mentality has always been a hallmark of sorts for Sciosia baseball in the shadow of the Matterhorn. The only problem with the Angels this year is they’re still so heavily reliant on Jered Weaver and CJ Wilson to be the Jared Weaver and CJ Wilson they were supposed to be, not the ones the rest of the league wants them to be. Mike Trout won’t be this good forever and I hate to see this phase in his career squandered.

Kyle: Forget it. After Weaver and Wilson, you have Garrett Richards, who pitched 40 more innings (107) than he ever has before, the untested Andrew Heaney and his skyrocketing ERA in the second half of the season, and Matt Shoemaker, who backslid last year. That doesn’t leave a lot of room for Weaver, 33, and Wilson, 35, to drop off with age. The window has closed in Disneyland.

Seattle Mariners: 35: 1

AJ: Forget it. Seattle was all kinds of disappointing last season with Robinson Cano and Felix Hernandez moving into their prime. Granted, Jerry Dipoto’s front office was the busiest in the bigs this summer grabbing Adam Lind, Nori Aoki, Wade Miley, Joaquin Benoit, Steve Cishek, Leonys Martin, Chris Iannetta and Nate Karns off the bargain heap. This is the kind of re-tooling that can get you to the playoffs, maybe, if it takes. It also, more likely, can get you into a tie for last in the AL West with the A’s and the aforementioned superstars pushing for a trade at the deadline.

Kyle: Forget it. Today’s AL probably isn’t a place where you’ll find air in the playoff race with a cobbled-together roster. Starting pitcher Hisashi Iwakuma has passed his sell-by date (2013, when he pitched 219 innings, a figure he hasn’t come close to since) and Miley’s ERA has ballooned by a run over the past four years. That can’t be your plan after King Felix when you’re playing for a wild card spot against Anaheim, Detroit, Cleveland, Minnesota, New York and Boston.

Baltimore Orioles: 50:1

AJ: Forget it. Officially getting into longshot territory here, the Orioles, who haven’t had a losing season in a half-decade, may be heading that way. For starters, the ballclub has never been known spendthrifts around MLB circles and yet they commit more than $200 million to shore up the services of Darren Day, Matt Wieters and Chris Davis? Huh. That’s like saying, “We like being a .500 club and will pay a premium to keep it that way.” <–Possible Orioles slogan for 2016.

Kyle: Forget it. As AJ points out above, there were so many other holes to spend on with the $12 million Baltimore gave Chris Davis, starting with rotational help.

chisoxIChicago White Sox 50:1

AJ: Forget it. I was on the verge of saying put a 20 spot down on this just to keep it interesting and to have a shot at a cool G courtesy the South Siders come November, but, again, the Central’s just too stacked for the White Sox not to be dining off table scraps this season. Which is really too bad, because even though the North Siders will be grabbing the headlines, the ChiSox have some interesting bats in Alex Avila and Brett Lawrie. Unfortunately, that’s about all they’ve got.

Kyle: Forget it. The braintrust on the South Side muffed a shot at competing this year when they decided to let it ride with Chris Sale, Jose Abreu and the same roster that netted them a fourth place finish last year. To not try to buy more talent to put around Sale–an ace cut from the purest cloth–is absurd. Don’t bet on the Sox when their own management won’t.

Minnesota Twins 50:1

AJ: Bet it! …On the other hand, there’s those resurgent Twins. Nobody seemed to notice the twinkies were playing .600 or better ball down the stretch until they came into the AL Wild Card conversation in mid-September like an ex employee who shows up drunk at the company Christmas party. The Twins were easy to root for late last season as Torii gave Target Field something to cheer about for the first time in nearly a decade during his farewell tour. Don’t let Hunter and Joe Mauer’s 2015 resurgence fool you, the young nucleus of pitcher Jose Berrios and CF Byron Buxton could elicit comparisons to (ready?) Frank Viola and Kirby Puckett in a couple year’s time. Yes, take that flier at 50:1—because they do grow up fast these days.

Kyle: Forget it. Many of the pieces are there and will be better than last season, when they pushed the rest of the central for a wild card spot. What’s missing is pop in the bats–power outlets in 1B Joe Mauer, DH Byung-Ho Park and RF Miguel Sano hit just 28 big league homers between them last season (Park was in the KBO where he plugged the last two seasons with 52 and 53 dingers, respectively. Still, how does that translate?) In a division featuring Miguel Cabrera, JD Martinez, Jose Abreu, Mike Moustakas and Eric Hosmer, you need to find more than that.

Tampa Bay rays 60:1

AJ: Forget it! History shows Tampa can be totally just OK and totally sneaky at the same time. But the Rays didn’t do much in the offseason to shore up any guarantees that they’re going to match their win total (80) of 2015. The team that perennially seems like it’s cleaning house of youngish talent (the A’s of the East) never gives us a chance to see what they can really do—except for profit share. Huge holes in the rotation after Chris Archer and no bats raise, once more, the discussion as to whether MLB might be right to start their contraction talks in the strip club capital of West Coast Florida.

Kyle: Forget it. The top of the staff is nice between Archer, Jake Odorizzi and Drew Smyly and there’s a little pop around the infield but the outfield is a witness protection program and the bullpen doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence for guys who are going to have to eat 3-plus innings night three nights a week.

redsICincinnati Reds: 120:1

AJ: Forget it. A few of 2015-’16’s moribund franchises, Cincinnati being one of them—Atlanta and Philly are the other two that come to mind—are historically too good to be kept down for long. Unfortunately, this isn’t the Reds’ year to rise up. Losers of more than 100 games last year, the re-tooled Reds should show signs of life in 2016, the start of the rebuild campaign. Patience. For as Cubs and Astros fans well know, it can take a half-decade plus a few lucky pick-ups to get there. In the meantime, Joey Votto is still around to take two-pitch at-bats.

Kyle: Forget it. Starter Homer Bailey is coming off of Tommy John, Anthony DeSclafani is coming off a season where he pitched 150 more innings than he did in 2014 and Raisel Iglesias gives up a little more than a dinger a game. The lineup can’t possibly put enough runs on the board to let the rotation settle in.

Miami Marlins: 120:1

Kyle: Bet it! While the rotation isn’t really close, the lineup has intriguing pieces scattered throughout the infield. Adeiny Hechavarria and Dee Gordon might be the best middle infield in the sport and both can use their legs to power their averages. Gordon can be a one-man wrecking crew on the basepaths, swiping 58 bags last year, and he sets a mean table for Stanton to clear. Martin Prado exhausts pitchers with a good eye at the plate and if CF Marcel Ozuna can regain his 2014 form, there aren’t many easy patches in this lineup for opposing pitchers. The NL is replete with bad teams, so somebody has to make it, yes? Take a flier.

AJ: Forget it. Unless hitting coach Barry Bonds can introduce Giancarlo Stanton to The Clear (or at least show him how to eat a Kit Kat) well, there really are no good side stories coming out of Miami, except, you know, this is where most visiting players will check on the status of their custom whips.

seligIMilwaukee Brewers 120:1:

AJ: Forget it. What have oddsmakers suddenly gotten lazy at the bottom of the board and decided to go in alphabetical order? GM David Stearns is still smarting from Ryan Braun’s back surgery…and the fact that the hammer is just now getting into the nine-figure portion of his 2011 contract extension. Yikes. I take no joy in this hapless bunch, other than the fact that Bud Selig still owns part of this dire outfit. Oh yeah, and sausage races.

Kyle: There’s no way the Brewers find oxygen in the Central. Chicago and St. Louis alone went 27-11 against the Brew Crew last year, and Pittsburgh may have taken a step back but the Brewers aren’t going to find enough wins to even think about the playoffs in 2016.

Oakland Athletics 120:1

AJ: Forget it. Even a hundred dollar bet yielding $12k doesn’t seem like it’s worth the effort in Oakland this year. Granted, they leapfrogged the Brewers this week with the acquisition of their potential All Star outfielder Khris Davis for a pair of prospects…if Oakland has deep pockets in anything, it’s prospects. And there’s some credence to the notion that Billy Beane is going to keep Cy Young candidate Sonny Gray in yellow stirrups for another few years, but don’t let any of that window dressing distract from the total product on the field: 2015’s fire sale has yet to produce any everyday players of note and the likes of Yonder Alonso, Henderson Alvarez and Jed Lowrie as stand-ins till the heirs to O.co ripen on the farm doesn’t make times too interesting this summer at the place next door to where the Warriors play. At least Bay Area hipsters still have a place to go watch artisanal baseball.

Kyle: Forget it. Oakland may not be terrible because there are wins to be had against Seattle and Anaheim but this is still largely a 4A squad. The outfield is competent with the revelatory Billy Burns playing center and Coco Crisp still hanging in there in left while Josh Reddick continues to improve from one-trick pony status in right. The infield is largely a collection of Ks in waiting.

padsISan Diego Padres: 120:1

AJ: Forget it. However, bet the churro change that San Diego will be back on top with cap and jersey sales by mid-summer. That’s right, the Friars are bringing back the brown and yellow-piped unis (starting with Fridays only but you watch that merch move like Garbage Pail Kids out of the MLB shop) …hell, who doesn’t want in on one of these?

Kyle: Forget it. One year removed from a failed spending/signing spree that set the squad back a decade, look for the Pads to find some sort of happy medium playing mediocre baseball in the league’s toughest division.

rockiesIColorado Rockies: 250:1

AJ: Forget it. If only Colorado could play all its home games in a humidor with the rest of their gear. The offense will probably have the biggest run total in the MLB this year but there are, yet again, no arms in the starting rotation and with the notable exception of Jason Motte coming out of the pen, nothing there either. Believe me, I want so badly to take a flier on a NL West team at odds that are worse than a plus-size model ever gracing the cover of the Swimsuit Issue…whoops! See there, dreams do come true, just not twice in one year for the Mile-High city.

Kyle: Forget it. Starting to think it’ll never happen in Coors. How badly do you think they’d like the mid-’00s back?

Atlanta Braves: 350:1

AJ: Bet it! Here we go. First off, this is the last season at Turner Field and I remember not-so-long ago, when Turner Field opened. Am I getting old or is the half-life of a MLB stadium the same as my beige ‘96 Nissan Pathfinder? The Braves have done the right thing and are trying to have a new-look ballclub ready for the new stadium opening next year. The only problem is some of these kids look ready to go before the gates swing wide at SunTrust. As long as AJ Pierzynski doesn’t get in the way, the Braves could make a move in the saggy NL East.

Kyle: Forget it. The Braves are still parting out the remnants of the Frank Wren era–Freddie Freeman may be the next to head for the door via trade. The Braves are building toward having a competitive club in Cobb County next year. Don’t waste your money on ‘16.

Philadelphia Phillies: 350:1

AJ: Bet it! Officially the third potentially terrible team (Miami, Atlanta) in this division. Hell, throw Washington in there too. This pretty much means anyone can contend. Philly could be the worst of the worst in all of baseball and if the 6’ers weren’t falling all over one another in the paint across town, maybe all of sport. How do you trade away or cut virtually all of your 2010 LCS-attending team and get virtually nothing in return? You’re Philly, that’s how. Even so, put a sawbuck on this and gloat like the guy who bet his kid’s college fund on the ‘99 Rams pre-season when some odd Fanatic magic happens midseason to push them toward .500.

Kyle: Forget it. The Phils are finally looking like a team that is moving past 2008–Ryan Howard is the last man standing from that era with the club. The right people are reportedly in place in the front office and some of the kids are starting to surface after years of good draft positioning. Keep an eye on Philly in the future, but turn it off for this year.

…At any rate, enjoy the season. And especially enjoy Vin’s final year:

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Pints and Picks Week 8: We just realized everyone reads this column in their own voice and that’s probably why it doesn’t make much sense

Each week, during college football season DPB’s Kyle Magin and Andrew J. Pridgen pour on the prose with Pints and Picks. Who to wager and what to drink while doing it. Here we ask the eternal questions: What matters less the least? The second season of How to Make it in America, hitters in the playoffs or the Big 12?
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Kyle,

Well, we’ve come to college football week 8. The blush, as they say, is off the bouquet and we’re fully in-season. If you’re me, that means three things: 1) The Oregon Ducks can disappoint you by losing AND winning. 2) Aforementioned Ducks are projected for the Las Vegas Bowl Dec. 18 which means my Christmas present to myself will be making mistakes in Vegas the week before I have to face my extended family and 3) There’s a good shot no Pac-12 team will be in the ‘final four’ or the playoff or whatever which brings me back to my original argument against the four-team ‘playoff’ format last year. That it’s not a playoff as much as it is an arbitrary jumble of who had the easiest schedule (I’m looking at you Big 12 and ACC).

That’s right Kyle, while I’m totally alright with Ohio State, Alabama, Utah and…OK, Baylor—sure— being in that rarefied field; the prospect of waking up New Year’s Day to watch smackdowns of TCU vs. Clemson and FSU vs. Baylor is giving me the night sweats worse than menopause. I mean, a quartet like that is worse than anything the BCS ever brought and the BCS brought plenty of bad. And to be clear, the playoff system wasn’t as much the NCAA doing away with the BCS as it was a rebranding of it and creating a single-elimination game within the construct of the same bowl system.

Yes Kyle, you hear a lot here–but you’re hearing this here first: If the FBS quartet of chosen ones doesn’t shake down to this year to include a Pac-12 (even a one-loss program) a SEC (ditto), a B1G school then the whole thing’s for naught. I never thought I’d be an apologist for the SEC, but there you go. Also, this is where I usually plug the Pac-12 as the strongest top-to-bottom division, but I’ll back off a bit from that this year (if only because I’m not sure Cal’s not going to fold under the pressure of newfound expectation, UCLA and their Rosen One—for now—has come back down to earth, everyone’s onto Oregon, Chris Peterson’s Huskies are still pretenders, USC needs Eric Taylor stat and Stanford is the most mediocre on paper but apparently the best of the lot this side of SLC….)

So I’ll sub that out with the B1G being the real conference of record this year. Iowa looks like their front seven can out-swim you and then close down a Golden Corral by emptying out its walk-in before the end of the lunch shift. Michigan State has Michael Landon on the sidelines willing them to something-beyond-explanation. Ohio State keeps winning in spite of looking completely disinterested in holding onto the football. Michigan is formidable once more and Penn State and Northwestern, though fading from the conversation, are in any given half though rarely two in a row, the best programs in the country.

Phew.

So week eight to me means one thing: I’m running out of time. I’m running out of time for any team with the tiger as a mascot to lose. I’m running out of time for TCU to start running out of magic tricks. I’m running out of time to be able to keep ignoring Baylor. I’m running out of time to hope that Cal and UCLA don’t ever have to play one another… basically, Kyle, I’m running out of time to believe that I’ll have any interest in college football after…what date was that again? Oh yeah, Dec. 18.

maginIAJ,

Steady on, old boy. Things look bleak today, sure. But that’s because everybody is just kind of circling each other right now. There’s only one ranked-on-ranked matchup this weekend. It’s the deep breath before the dive and the fistfight over who’ll determine the final four come December.

Look, we’ve still got TCU-Baylor on the schedule (and hell, matchups for both teams with undefeated Oklahoma State in upcoming weeks), Bama-LSU, Michigan State-Ohio State, Clemson-FSU and a handful of other showdowns that’ll introduce a little chaos into the system and open it up for the real cream to rise to the top, hopefully from the conferences you mentioned. We’re in a holding pattern right now, but soon enough the knives will come back out and we’ll get to whittling.

I of course say all this with the undeserved pompous air of a man who’s found temporary serenity. Last week I was a mess before MSU-Michigan. My Spartans were an underdog to the Wolverines and I have to eat copious amounts of crow anytime State loses these days. I spend weeks shitting on Michigan and its fanbase and the immediate period after every victory going through my phone and texting/calling to harass every UM fan I know. My personal Facebook page has been a sore winner’s handbook this week. Owning up to all this shit-talking is almost more frightening at this point than an MSU loss. I know coach Mark Dantonio will prepare even his thin squads (which are few and far between these days) to have a puncher’s chance against any B1G opponent. But with Michigan coming on far ahead of schedule under Jim Harbaugh, I clammed up last week. I didn’t really say much to my UM buddies ahead of the matchup. All my paranoia–the inferiority complex that got baked in so much as a child, before the Tom Izzo and Dantonio regimes made it obsolete–hung heavy over the proceedings. I ‘watched’ most of the second-half from my phone, too nervous to acknowledge that the rivalry was really back, and with any rivalry there is a good chance of ending up on the losing end for it to count. I didn’t really believe the final score until the third or fourth time I saw Jalen Watts-Jackson tote the rock into the endzone on replay. Then I lost my shit.

Now, with an exposed Indiana squad on the schedule (though I’m not totally looking past them), I view the landscape currently with a plutocrat’s indifference to a bread line, rather than the there-but-for-the-grace-of-God-go-I grounded viewpoint I should be adopting.

The way I see it, leagues with soft underbellies like the Big 12 and ACC get one or two games to prove their worth before the committee (if it’s just.) That’s it. Baylor, TCU, FSU and Clemson’s margins for error are so much more comparatively slight than one of the big boys from the Pac 12, SEC or B1G who will come in to state their merits bruised and panting. Again, we’re relying on the justice of an organization known for its capriciousness in the NCAA, but last year’s selection seemed pretty pragmatic. So, since your fears aren’t totally unfounded, maybe start rooting for Mike ‘I’M A MAN’ Gundy and his 30-plus points per game offense to lob grenades at Baylor and TCU in November. Clemson should Clemson by then and we all know that September-October Everett Golson can be a very different beast than November-December Everett Golson. Keep the faith, my friend.

pridgenIKyle,

Thanks for bringing me back. I feel like this is my Reuben Tishkoff (<–why isn’t Elliott Gould in every movie from now till he dies?) from Ocean’s 13 moment when he thanks Don Cheadle’s Basher Tarr for “Bringing (him) back.” You know, “the moment you become embarrassed of who you are, you lose yourself. I changed my house, the way I dressed, the way I ate—for what? For nothing.”

So yeah, I’m gonna be me. Gonna re-find myself in time to re-enact my Vegas Bowl performance of 1997 where I yelled profanities at a horse cop because he was a cop…on a horse; got asked nicely, then not so nicely, to leave Sam Boyd stadium after using the track to do laps for no reason during the third quarter; once outside, found (yes, actually ‘found’) an abandoned beer tent where the kegs were still tapped and drank my fill with about a half-dozen buddies and a homeless Paiute and then ended up (on a dare…I think the dare was something like: ‘I think you should swim across the Treasure Island moat’) swimming across the Treasure Island moat. It was glorious. And I’ll be not embarrassed of my best/worst self cheering on the best/worst version of the Ducks come December should the c-list bowl game stars align.

More importantly, you restored my faith (a wee bit) in the system. In the also-rans and should’ve-beens sorting themselves out over the next three or four weeks. Of course Clemson is going to lose and TCU is going to get dropkicked and Baylor will stumble. Of course LSU shows its true colors against an overachieving Hilltoppers squad (more on that below) and of course Utah runs the table as Wittingham refuses to be denied. Right? Right?

And even if he doesn’t, I still have about 10 more days of fall baseball. And then, I don’t know what then. I kind of feel the same way about this baseball season as I do Amy Winehouse. Like I kind of took it for granted while it was here and now that it’s about to leave I’m discovering its true genius. As the years grind on, I will recall it with fondness, in spite of—or maybe because of—the Cubs’ somewhat early seeming exit this magic and transformative MLB season that was.

With that, a couple college football picks building up to my big finale—the WS pick:

Utah State -7.5 @ San Diego State

Utah State is fresh off a win whoopin’ ass at home vs. Boise, almost upset in-state rival and future no. 1 Utah and lost a closer-than-it-looked slugfest to a schizophrenic Huskies squad who seemingly have given up on Chris Peterson this year more publicly than the showrunners of season 2 of How to Make it in America. San Diego and their raft of young talent got taken to task by Fresno State but eventually prevailed. Though both schools are atop their respective Mountain West Divisions (SD – The Mountain West – West and Utah State – The Mountain West – Mountain) it is the Big Blues that will give the Aztecs a clue (get it?) about who’s the real contender Friday night. Even Utah State coach Matt Wells admits his Aggies are “in the driver’s seat” in the Mountain Division race. The reason: Utah State can score, fast. The three of you who have the kink-sounding FSNMW will recall they were up early 10-3 against BSU in the first quarter and then for whatever reason decided to turn Doc Brown’s afterburners on (sorry, had to do one #BTFweek reference) at Maverik Stadium to jump up to a 45-10 halftime lead before putting it back to cruise at 67. SDSU has a couple of seasoned DBs that could slow the Blue’s air attack ever so slightly but their front seven isn’t nearly as physical (what’s with Utah being the source for linemen of late?) and I expect a 20-point lead to surface by the third quarter.

Western Kentucky +17 @ LSU

Sort of meat dangling from the bettors’ tree with a hidden net under it here but I’m taking the bait and the spread. LSU could well open it up in the second half and take the W by 24ish points. But I’m not banking on it. It’s not so much that this is a classic ‘trap game’ (it is) but it’s that Western Kentucky (6-1) is legit. Look no further than future fourth-rounder/Pro Bowler Brandon Doughty (who reminds me of Daughtry, which is awful). Doughty who’s like 37 (6th-year senior) has his 6-1 Hilltoppers rolling atop Conference USA (<–which I, no joke, actually used to think was a semi-pro football league owned by the USA Network). Doughty led FBS last year with more than 4,800 yards in the air and 49 touchdowns and already has more than 2,700 yards on his bedpost this year with 24 teeders. Whoa. And guess what? LSU’s secondary is uncharastically awful this year. Granted, the Tigs get senior free safety Jalen Mills (fractured fibula) back this week after almost a year rehabbing, but don’t expect him to bulldoze in this SEC snoozer. Hilltoppers may not come out of Baton Rouge with a W, but they should provide the faithful with plenty-a-pre-Halloween scare.

All right, Kyle. My WS pick on the other side.

maginIAJ,

Ah-ha! Props for digging into the Mountain West. I see your second-tier West Coast football and raise you a little #MACtion…

Bowling Green -14 @ Kent State

A warm-ish, rainy afternoon is in store for Kent, Ohio Saturday as the 3-4, 2-1 Golden Flashes try to knock 5-2, 3-0 Bowling Green out of sole ownership of first place in the MAC’s Eastern Division. There should be about 5,000 people in the stands, and the Flashes are going to have a hard time of it. While Bowling Green has done a majority of its offensive damage through the air this season (24 TDs passing vs. 17 rushing) it’s still a competent rushing team (4.1 yards per rush, 50% conversion rate on 3rd downs), which is a key factor on slippery days. Add to it the fact that Bowling Green leads the league in turnovers and points off turnovers at 112 and its generally terrible defense almost negates its inability to stop anybody (they give up 32.6 ppg). The Falcons are 5-2 ATS this season and KSU is 3-4, so that about wraps it for me.

Indiana @ Michigan State Under 62

The 4-3 Hoosiers are averaging just 20 points on the road this season and have lost three straight since surging to a somewhat conspicuous perfect record heading into their loss to Ohio State three weeks ago. A game in the October rain in East Lansing is no place to cure ills. The Spartans are coming off their most exhilarating win this season but have cracked 35 points just twice this year and (last week excepted) haven’t been getting much help via takeaways or special teams. I look for a low-scoring affair with the Spartans playing keepaway with the ball. They force fumbles at a high rate (12 with 6 takeaways) and reciprocate by not turning the ball over much at all (just 3 TOs this season.) AJ, when the weather turns in EL, they’ve got the perfect answer with an offense that controls the ball by more than a four-minute margin and converts nearly half of their third downs.

Kansas @ Oklahoma State -35

Vegas is begging, pleading, down-on-their-knees for you to bet 0-6 Kansas, a team that is 2-4 ATS this season and getting mollywhopped by everyone from Lubbock to Brookings, SD. They’ll point to an almost respectable Jayhawks 20-30 loss against Texas Tech last week. Peel the onion back a layer further, though, and look at that 66-7 stinker against Baylor at home the week before. That’s your instructive moment for this game, as Baylor and Oklahoma State are a little more analogous. The Pokes are 6-0 and rolling at this point in the season. They’ve amassed 25 sacks, led by DE Emmanuel Ogbah with 8 for a total opponent loss of 37 yards. Kansas has given up a little more than 2 sacks a game and lost a total of 113 yards. They convert on third downs just 39 percent of the time and manage just 132 rushing yards per game, so OSU’s defense will be teeing off on Jayhawks QB Ryan Willis. Hide the women and children in Lawrence.

Texas A&M +5.5 @ Ole Miss

AJ, it’s gotta be disheartening to live in Oxford these days. The script is so vile: Hugh Freeze assembles the defense from hell, said defense wins the September National Championship then starts blowing chunks at some point in October. Rinse, repeat. 5-1 A&M rides into town after a loss to Alabama that was rough but nowhere near as gut-wrenching as the 5-2 Rebels’ 37-24 stomping at the hands of Memphis last week. Grisham doesn’t write Southern tragedies that vicious. It’s got all the hallmarks of last season’s late-season free-fall, where the Rebs went 2-4 in their last six. Neither team really has momentum, but nobody falls apart with the panache that Ole Miss does. The Rebs got murdered in time of possession last week by nearly 14 minutes, struggled to cover kickoffs and gave up two huge interceptions. They’re showing all the signs of a team falling apart, and I fully expect Kevin Sumlin to take advantage.

Alright AJ, we’ve both been enthralled by baseball’s postseason, who ya got?

pridgenIKyle,

Mets in 5

The 2010 Giants went into the World Series as underdogs against the power-pitching, spray-hitting and smooth-fielding Texas Rangers. The Giants enjoyed home-field advantage and quickly notched game one with back-to-back Cy Young winner Tim Lincecum taking his still-elastic body to task against country hardballer and fellow Cy Younger Cliff Lee. It was a couple walks in the fifth that set up Cody Ross and Aubrey Huff to hit back-to-back singles which knocked Lee out of the box during an eventual six-run inning and set the tone for the Giants to take the series in five, clinching at Texas.

Why do I bring up 2010? Because the 2015 Mets are the EXACT SAME TEAM as the 2010 Giants. They’ve got three four of the best pitchers in baseball. Cagey veteran Matt Harvey, exactly two years removed from Tommy John, in the role of Matt Cain. And young guns Emilio Estevez and Kiefer Sutherland Jacob deGrom and Noah Snydergaard are the 2.0 versions of Madison Bumgarner and Tim Lincecom. Throw in reliable like a ’90s Honda Accord Steven Matz, AARP coverboy Bartolo Colon and a bullpen anchored by Mr. Steady Acquisition Tyler Clippard (see: Jeremy Affeldt/Javier Lopez) and baseball’s best current closer Jeurys Familia (see: Brian Wilson) and, well, there you go.

Do I even need to talk about the miracle bat of Daniel Murphy or the emergence of Michael Cuddyer or the Robin Williams-with-a-beard-in-a-dramatic-role-style awakening of Curtis Granderson? No. No, I don’t. Because baseball in the last decade has transitioned to such a pitcher-centric sport in the playoffs, I’ve decided that #hitterslivesmatter should start trending; especially in light of the Cubs’ demolition.

But if you must press it a step further, Terry Collins is up there with Boch and Matheny as the game’s current best between the lines and is about to join Davey Johnson and Gil Hodges as the only Mets managers to win it all. He’s got the young and dumb arms. He’s got the nice mix of veteran bats and wily position players and he’s got the reverse-home-field-advantage that has propelled the NL to take five of the last seven world titles. Split the first two on the road, take two of three (or maybe all three at home) then split on the road if necessary. AL teams don’t seem to enjoy the advantage of hosting with a DH as much as they’re affected by the disadvantage of having to manage around it on the road and neither Ned Yost nor John Gibbons seem to have much going on in the way of strategery other than shrugging and saying, “We’ll just put our best nine out there and see what happens.”

Or, let me put it like this. You’re arriving back at Citifield down two games and your reward is…facing Matt Harvey. Hell, both deGrom and Snydergaard can go on one-day’s rest. Ask Bumgarner and Lincecum and Cain what’s worse, shortening your career by three years by throwing out your arm in the post-season or having to weigh that same arm down with a trio of rings for the rest of your life.

Kyle, I know you’re an AL apologist, so now it’s your turn to take us home telling me about how Cueto and Ventura or a murders’ row of LaBatts-swilling Canucks can derail this battery from Queens.

maginIAJ,

It’s tough to know how this will shake out before we know who wins the AL (HEDGE ALERT!), but of course I’m going with the junior circuit’s representative. Why? Because I know, all too well, what happens when a team has a long layoff heading into the finale. The Detroit Tigers were the first team to clinch a berth in both 2006 and 2012 (leading to 7 and 6 day layoffs, respectively) and it didn’t work out too well. The Mets clinched their spot on Wednesday and will have to wait until Tuesday to play again.

At worst, the Royals will have just three off days until the showdown starts, at best, Toronto or KC goes into the series with just two off days. That means the hitters keep their all-important rhythm and no pitchers face potential 8-10 days off between work in the cool late October air.

The Mets have been on a hell of a run, but now it’s been disrupted. There are no sliders with bad intentions for Daniel Murphy to golf to the moon. There are no hitters standing in against Jacob deGrom’s vile-ass stuff. Look for an AL team to come in, with their lathered-up home fans in games 1 & 2, and put the Mets on their heels. AL in six.

The PNP Recap

Kyle

maginILast week: 1 and 3

Overall: 12 for 24

Texas A&M +5.5 @ Ole Miss

Kansas @ Oklahoma State -35

Indiana @ Michigan State Under 62

Bowling Green -14 @ Kent State

AL in six

AJ

pridgenILast week: 1 for 2

Overall: 13 for 18 (one tie)

Utah State -7.5 @ San Diego State

Western Kentucky +17 @ LSU

Mets in 5

Photo: HBO

2015 World Series odds—who to bet and who to forget

Happy Pitchers and Catchers everyone!

Spring Training, where beer tastes like Axe body spray and clear acrylic stilettos. Where the Oakland A’s play in an actual baseball stadium. Where (El) Super Burritos in North Scottsdale flow like well tequila. Where the Pink Pony is a steakhouse not a strip club. Where the poolside bar at Hotel Valley Ho is manned by my favorite former Royal with a porn star baseball name to end all names, Pete LaCock. Where Julian Tavares drives a rickshaw with his face.

Before we make our annual pilgrimage to the base of Camelback, Kyle Magin and myself check in with Bet It or Forget It—every team’s odds to win the World Series. Print it and take it to the book!

By Kyle Magin and Andrew Pridgen

Washington Nationals: 6/1

AJ: Forget it. The Nats’ rotation could be Dwight Gooden, Nolan Ryan, Tom Seaver and Jim Abbott and I wouldn’t pick them to win a one-man primary. I blame their hiring of Giants’ color guy FP Santangelo prior to the 2010 season (the Giants’ first World Series) on their bad luck.

KM: Forget it. The Nats can’t stay healthy–Ryan Zimmerman, Jayson Werth, Anthony Rendon and Bryce Harper have lost massive portions of the last two seasons. The rotation is outstanding and will probably only get better in 2015, but the bats seem to have a hard time grooving together.

Los Angeles Dodgers: 13/2

AJ: Forget it. Are there any years left on Joe Torre’s contract?

KM: Forget it. The weird power outages from the lineup, particularly Yasiel Puig, are too troubling to ignore.

Los Angeles Angels: 10/1

KM: Bet it. In the event that everything goes right for the lineup (big if, I know) you’re looking at two shutdown pitchers at the tail end of last season—CJ Wilson and Matt Shoemaker–going 2-4 times a week. The rotation in Orange County looks special.

AJ: Forget it. Singing cowboy’s former franchise is a year older and Mike Trout is the Gwen Stefani of Orange County baseball; he’d probably have a better go in his own.

St. Louis Cardinals: 12/1

AJ: Bet it. Ordinarily, I’d like to see this more at 20/1 but Matheny’s Cards are like clockwork; guaranteed LCS appearance, what happens from there, nobody knows.

KM: Bet it. The Central’s no walk in the park, but the rest of the NL isn’t exactly dominant. The Cards have been there before and can get back again.

Boston Red Sox: 14/1

KM: Forget it. The lineup is aging, the rotation is improved but not enough to contain the top-end AL lineups they’ll see every other series.

AJ: Forget it. Whether Panda Express out-eats Ortiz at Golden Corral on every road trip is the red herring here, the real problem is pitching. Look for Ramirez to be moved by the All-Star break as the Sox start to build a pen.

Seattle Mariners: 14/1

AJ: Forget it. EVERYONE’s sleeper pick but there’s too big a drop off after Hernandez to matter. The AL West could provide a Wild Card team, but Seattle would play the role of 2014 Pittsburgh.

KM: Forget it. See above.

Chicago White Sox: 15/1

KM: Bet it. Somehow Rick Hahn filled a hole at every need within the organization–Jeff Samardzija, Melky Cabrera and David Robertson solve a lot of problems. One more bat with speed at the trade deadline and the South Siders are in business.

AJ: Forget it. Like Superfan Obama’s first year in office, the resurgent ChiSox got too much too soon. They’ll finish third in the Central but at least there’s a reason to go to the new Comiskey besides you saw it on My Best Friend’s Wedding and want to see what all the fuss is about.

San Francisco Giants 15/1

AJ: Bet it. Not likely to repeat especially since Boch had chest pains after MadBum’s first bullpen sesh—but at 15/1 those odds will shrink considerably should they sniff the playoffs and pull the trigger for the Nats’ odd-man-out Jordan Zimmermann at the deadline. Long-shot, but don’t sleep on the defending champs if Cain gets healthy and Timmy really brought Taye Diggs back from his island vacation.

KM: Forget it. 2015 is an odd number, no?

Chicago Cubs: 16/1

AJ: Forget it. No team this stacked deserves to be 16/1…but the Cubbies. At some point middle-aged Theo is going to channel young Theo and produce a winner. 2015 is not that point.

KM: Forget it. Some nice adds, but the Cubs’ kids still aren’t ready yet. Anthony Rizzo is going to make it a fun ride though, however pointless.

San Diego Padres: 18/1

AJ: Forget it. Money can’t buy you love but hopefully the gorgeous PetCo gets a little more of it beyond Marines on furlough. Kemp’s a clubhouse cancer but those throwback brown unis can make any man change for the better.

KM: Bet it! Justin Upton has a hammer and a change of scenery is exactly what Kemp needed.

Detroit Tigers: 20/1

KM: Forget it. One too many pieces have been dealt away from the rotation to make up for the inevitable slump the bats will hit at some point in the season. The injuries to Miguel Cabrera and Victor Martinez don’t bode well for the beginning of the season.

AJ: Forget it. Window closing faster than when your hand is hanging out making airplane motions on the freeway and your grandma absent-mindedly rolls it up on you. OK, bad analogy, how ‘bout this: Detroit and their recovery saga is on magazine covers now so the secret’s out…too bad it’s all happening two years too late.

Baltimore Orioles: 25/1

KM: Forget it. This team can’t get on base frequently enough to put a scare into the rest of the league–though they may get out of the weak East.

AJ: Bet it. Hellsyeah. B-more’s been on the cusp for three years and has lost nobody. The only reason they’re 25/1 is because Wei-Yen Chen isn’t playoff tested. I like Bud Norris to win 18 this year.

Cleveland Indians: 25/1

KM: Forget it. Swisher and Bourn were terrible buys and this team doesn’t have enough firepower or financial flexibility to overcome that $30 million in deadweight.

AJ: Bet it. Absolutely. I always choose Cleveland on Griffey for Nintendo 64 so I’m choosing them here. Why on the prior? Man-Ram, Thome, Vizquel, Alomar, Matt Williams, Grissom and Justice. What the FUCK? OK, so Moss, Kipnis, Swisher, Bourn, Brantley and Gomes don’t strike as much fear…or, wait a minute—do they?

New York Mets: 25/1

AJ: Bet it. I’m on record that every 25/1 team is going to get bet by me. Don’t sleep on the Mets’ building on the moderate success of 2014. Cuddyer, Murphy and Wright are the closest Queens has had to a murderers’ row since Mookie, Daryl, Ray and Gary. Kyle, is it true Bobby Bonilla is still on their payroll? Maybe they should get him to be Mr. Met, he wouldn’t even have to wear the head.

KM: Forget it. Bobby B is still definitely getting paid–$1 million a year for the next decade, if memory serves. The Mets’ staff looks strong until you look closely–Matt Harvey is coming off of Tommy John Surgery and Bartolo Colon was born in the Ford administration. That’s an unsteady rack on which to hang your coat.

New York Yankees: 25/1

KM: Forget it. The Yankees have too much tied up in a World Series from a half-decade ago to think about another one any time soon.

AJ: Bet it. More a transition year, but now that the Jeter sheet cake is in the break room garbage bin we can get back to baseball in the Bronx. Nobody’s a lock in the AL East and why not the Yankees-as-underdog?

Pittsburgh Pirates: 25/1

AJ: Bet it. Here we go. The best position player in the game in McCutcheon and four solid starters is a great jump off at PNC. They should take the division and then it’s all kinds of “We Are Family” references come playoff time.

KM: Bet it. McCutcheon is worth 5-8 wins on his own, which should be just enough in the Central.

Kansas City Royals: 30/1

KM: Forget it. Lightning won’t strike twice, especially with the Sox picking up a half-dozen games from somewhere.

AJ: Forget it. They won’t miss Shields or Country Breakfast but the fans have left and now there’s only fountains and Ned Yost…who was just happy to be there in 2014.

Miami Marlins: 30/1

AJ: Forget it. Fuck Florida.

KM: Forget it. Saint Happening.

Toronto Blue Jays: 30/1

KM: Bet it. Edwin Encarnacion is a force of nature heading into a walk year. Joey Bats still has pop in the stick and Josh Donaldson will see a hell of a lot more pitches with protection like that in the lineup. The rotation is a little old, but again, this is the AL East we’re talking about.

AJ: Forget it. Fuck Canada.

Oakland Athletics: 40/1

KM: Forget it. Ike Davis cannot be a solution for your ballclub, especially if you’re still expecting 450-plus at-bats from someone like Coco Crisp. Scott Kazmir will have to do even more for this team than he did last year when he put 190-plus innings on his arm.

AJ: Forget it. Smug Brad Pitt’s Billy Beane’s got another second-place AL West finish in his crosshairs, which is overachieving and buys him one more year of swamp office as Wolff tries to convince yet another investment group that he can build a stadium on the site of the Hegenburger Road Holiday Inn Express.

Texas Rangers: 40/1

KM: Forget it. The Dallas Morning News will go with wall-to-wall ‘Boys coverage starting in April this year instead of May.

AJ: Forget it. Nothing’s left of the 2010 squad though I may watch The Rookie tonight and change my mind (I know he was a Devil Ray but he made his MLB debut at Arlington.)

Houston Astros: 60/1

KM: Forget it. I understand and still dislike ‘the process’ of dismantling your team to rebuild from the ground up. The Cubs are at least tolerable about the whole business and still act like you should expect to see winning baseball. But the ‘Stros are intentionally selling this goddamn shirt. You’re an asshole if you own or think about owning that shirt and deserve… (Googles ‘Astros’)… Jesus, 310 losses in the last three seasons. Have a little shame.

AJ: Bet it. Though I like them more at 75/1 I actually have them as a dark horse to with the AL West. Things have been quiet in Houston too long. Let them play!

Milwaukee Brewers: 60/1

AJ: Forget it. Nothing for recent retiree/part-time owner Bud Selig to see here but sausage races and a Bob Uecker sighting. At 81, he’s about all the Brewers have left.

KM: Forget it. The shock of falling apart like they did at the end of last year–3-7 in the last 10 games after leading the division almost season–isn’t a stink that washes off with one shower. Ask the Red Sox about the beer n’ chicken hangover.

Tampa Bay Rays: 60/1

AJ: Forget it. Longoria is playing third for the Giants by August.

KM: Forget it. Maddon was the straw that stirred the drink in St. Pete.

Cincinnati Reds: 70/1

AJ: Forget it. Reds of late = bigger let down than Kal Daniels.

KM: Bet it! Joey Votto is definitely going to bounce back because guys in their 30s with massive contracts and debilitating lower body injuries have no problem finding their power again.

Atlanta Braves: 90/1

AJ: Bet it. Forget it. Thought it was 2017. the Braves should be trumped by Flintstone’s and Good Times reruns on the Superstation like the good old days this season.

KM: Forget it. How pumped are you if you’re Jason Heyward right now? Sure, you’ve traded one sweltering, shitty southern town for another, but at least you’re clear of the wreckage at Turner.

Minnesota Twins: 100/1

KM: Forget it. A million times forget it. “Hey, we’re trying to rebuild for the future. Let’s fire one of the three best managers in baseball and try to make these spare parts from the Santana/Liriano administration work again!”

AJ: Bet it. Torii and Mauer mash and young pitching doesn’t hurt. Darkhorse to be 2015’s Royals.

Arizona Diamondbacks: 120/1

AJ: Forget it. If the D-backs and Miami ever contract into a single franchise with three world titles that should’ve never been in baseball in the first place, then I’ll bet on them. Till then…

KM: Forget it. The only thing worse than the Gibson years will be life after the Grind King.

Colorado Rockies: 120/1

AJ: Bet it. The best 120/1 which should be 25/1 long-shot on the board. Forgotten in the top-heavy NL West, they have this thing about winning at home and the current rotation is as good as any in the NL (you heard).

KM: Forget it. For more fun than burning any money whatsoever on the Mile High Meltdown, bring up the Monforts to any actual Rockies fan and watch them blow up like that little kid in Looper.

Philadelphia Phillies: 300/1

AJ: Bet it. I learn every three months or so when I watch Rocky never to count Philly out—especially when they’re 300/1 shots. Easy money.

KM: What the hell, bet it. I enjoy Always Sunny and Ryan Howard’s Subway commercials. It’d be fun to get another 7 years of those two things.

 

Why the Giants will soon part with their Panda

No sooner had the final out of the 2014 World Series predictably found its way into Pablo Sandoval’s glove than the chatter over whether the Giants could sign such a lovable chordate commenced.

Let’s stop right there: They won’t. They’ll let him go gently and into the ether like Kate did Jack, like Diane did Sam, like George Michael did Andrew Ridgeley. After an interminable year of back and forth and an ocean of cash between them, it’s time for a clean break.

Sandoval, the switch-hitting, vacuum-gloved, before photo for any fat-melting miracle pill, is a homegrown Giant. Left off the team’s 2010 post-season roster due of lack of robustness—with the exception of around his midsection—Sandoval came back a little more lippy and a lot more light in 2011 and vowed to make amends for the club and his legacy. And he did.

While Sandoval has a bubbly career BA of .294 (beyond respectable, especially for a third baseman which has become the new catcher in the MLB—no production in the plate often excused by a sure glove) encompassing eight regular seasons, his real value according to his teammates and beat writers is the ability to galvanize a clubhouse. You gotta bring something to the table if you’re going to take so much from it—including leading the team in inning-ending double-plays (hitting into, not turning) three straight seasons. And he does. The verbose and kind Sandoval is nothing short of a rainbow bridge between the squad’s Latin-born populace and the other guys, most of whom hail from the dirty South and know about as much of the old Español to order the wrong kind of meat on their burrito—is it carne or asada I’m eating?

Sandoval seems to have an extra special clubhouse bond with one Hunter Pence. Pence similarly shows his scuffs during the regular season and has a proclivity for hitting ground ball flares into potential rally killers (though more fleet afoot, he often reaches first on a fielder’s choice). Like his Venezuelan bestie, Pence leads with words and backs it up with action in crunch time. Baseball, it can be said, is the most unlikely of team sports. When dug in to the batters box you’re as alone as an astronaut. When the ball misjudged sails overhead, suddenly you’re naked and afraid in front of 40k. But if you don’t have the right guys—a foxhole full of those equipped with an undergrad psych major’s sixth sense, a head cheerleader’s chutzpah and a mother’s soothing sweet nothings—you, and the team, are going to fall apart, quickly.

Chemistry is one of those awful words that gets batted around like a shuttlecock at a youth group picnic yet nobody can quite define it much less put a dollar value on it in the MLB. But it’s there. It’s there mightily. The Giants minus their chemistry are about five games worse than the Twins or Mariners in 2014. They’re a middling team in a bigger market with a fickle fan base which sells out because of the venue, stupid. If the home team isn’t keeping things close during the beer innings, most Giants faithful in their $120 seats comp’d by Salesforce are checking Urban Spoon whether Zero Zero or State Bird Provisions can still get them in before 9.

Panda is a key to that chemistry.

Yes, there is more good in him than a mouth full of chaw and a belly full of intangibles. There are Sandoval’s glorious hitting sprees in October. From setting the tone against the Tigers with a blast off heretofore untouchable Justin Verlander, to putting nearly every American League advance scout on food stamps because of his wanton ability to hit everything out of the strike zone and away from the dish thrown his way; somehow the same balls that are sucked up and regurgitated for two quick outs during the regular season bounce off his bendy slo-mo bat and into the proper holes during the second season, the one that matters.

Reborn clutch, Sandoval came off the bench in 2012 and 2014 to become one of the great World Series hitters of his time, perhaps all-time. And who would’ve thunk it?

Most likely, the Giants’ front office, that’s who.

The Sandoval Breakup has been in the works for more than a year. Like a couple who lives together and can’t quite figure out how to sort through their LPs, the kitchenware and those mystery boxes in the garage, the uncoupling has been a deliberate if not well-masked grind. Lincecum and Pence both said, “I may not be in love with you but I still love you even though you hog the covers” and took deals on the last days of the 2012 and 2013 seasons respectively to keep themselves off the market. Pablo got multiple similar sign-now and avoid-the-mess offers. He refused.

Lincecum shorted himself about four years with his two-year, $35 million deal. It might not have been a hometown price in the traditional sense, but 55’s pair of Cys have become dust magnets and both parties knew it was time for him to earn back that career-bookend six-year deal. Blame squeaky mechanics or drop in velocity, Big Time Timmy Jim goes as every Giants’ starting pitcher has over the last half-decade. Eat innings now, pay physically later. Lincecum, Cain and even Bumgarner have shorted their careers by a handful of exercised option years which in baseball terms is basically saying you’ll pass away at 85 instead of 90. Oh well. Dead arms by the mid-30s and a couple extra sunsets on the ranch in exchange for that throwing hand to dangle from the weight of three rings is a trade most starters would gladly make.

Pence was given his due and moved to the top third of outfield earners at five years, $90 million. He was also coming off a grandiose regular season for a club that had all but quit in July. That Pence spent August and September still battling, still carrying on and still cranking out hits and RBIs when the rest of the club—front office included—was making tee times earned him the Willie Mac award for most inspirational player as voted by the guy from the locker next to you and enough cash to buy a few dozen replacement scooters should his heart desire.

Pablo was offered and turned down three years for $40 million in the spring, which was fair money for a streaky but sure-footed third baseman who’s battled weight and consistency issues his entire career. The Giants have tried everything with Panda: From putting him in off-season detention making him eat his weight in Weight Watchers and sprinting laps up and down Camelback Mountain in Scottsdale, to keeping him away from his beloved Venezuelan winter ball and all the fixins’ (see: empanadas) that go with it, to monitoring diet and workouts during the regular season with the exacting eye of a former Duchess of York. None of this worked.

The Giants found through trial and error letting Pablo be Pablo just as they let Pence be Pence, is the only way to keep the big boy grinning.

That 48 won’t be back in Creamsicle® next spring will not be through lack of trying. The Giants will back exactly one Brinks truck to sign Sandoval. GM Brian Sabean’s sanguine notions that Pablo’s priority number one in the offseason isn’t, at least this time, just lip service. The front office has a history, to a fault, of rewarding those who’ve delivered in the post-season…well to the franchise’s financial detriment (see: Aubrey Huff and Marco Scutaro—both were delivered contracts in the form of a giant check and mylar balloons by the ghost of Ed McMahon after the ’10 and ’12 World Series). Sandoval is up and the Giants will offer him something to vaguely match Pence money, which is well more than they wanted to give and well more he could have demanded on the market if the Giants hadn’t an ace up their sleeve to throw against Pittsburgh in the Wild Card and then chugged along to bang down the door of history once more after that. Know this in the afterglow of the Champagne bath: the reigning world champs have $410 million in salary commitments for 2015 and beyond; only the Dodgers and Yankees have more on the books.

Because of this, the team won’t go further than they have to and they definitely won’t go full-retard Josh Hamilton Giancarlo Stanton money for the crowd-pleaser; which is not nearly what Pablo thinks he wants or deserves. His agent, Gustavo Vasquez, comes off brash and small-time if not crooked and his life’s big payout comes in the form of an affable weeble wobble. I don’t trust Vasquez has got Panda’s best interest in mind, not with that kind of one-time payday on the line. But I’m not the one that matters. Larry Baer and Sabean do. And they don’t seem to trust Pablo’s surrogates any farther than they can throw their third Commissioner’s Trophy off the club level mezzanine.

For a guy who will likely be splitting time at third with a prospect three years into his next deal, Sandoval knows he’ll be set for life whether he stays or whether he goes and deserves to get paid for services rendered. But sometimes, the worst decisions can be seen without the benefit of hindsight. Those in his ear telling him the Giants are trying to pull a fast one, that he can do better, get more somewhere else—are winning. Else the deal would be done by now. It could have gotten done in March. It could have gotten done in July. It could have gotten done before his ski goggles had a chance to defog in October. But it didn’t—and there’s nothing to say it’ll get done during potentially record-setting winter talks where the price to play has already been set north of $300 million and the franchise from 4th and King traditionally bows out of bidding wars.

The Giants have Andrew Susac who looks ready to convert from catcher and play every day, 20-year-old Christian Arroyo who can play short or third and Adam Duvall who’s ready to go now as a first or third baseman. One of these three could spell or replace Panda outright. Sandoval knows this. He also knows there’s only one man on the planet who can move more endangered species merch than the World Wildlife Fund, Greenpeace and PETA combined.

What Panda may not know is what everyone who’s ever been through a breakup can tell him now: It doesn’t get better with someone else. The same problems just wear a different shade of lipstick and a new dress. He says his heart is in San Francisco, but as the song goes, hearts are meant to be left there.

Forbes’ Tom Van Riper is the least boring blogger in the world

Forbes scribe Tom Van Riper recently wrote a shitty piece of link bait column about how the San Francisco Giants play boring baseball and because they do they’re a World Series ratings killer.

Van Riper has very voluminous hair, which is not boring.

His mug shot looks like he’s about to ride off on a stallion toward a supernova inside the Sears Portrait Studio, which is similarly not boring.

His pained-and-mysterious look says, “The chocolate fountain just broke at Golden Corral.” Or “Why couldn’t they have found just a small part for my boy Seth McFarland in the JJ Abrams Star Wars reboot?”

Nothing boring about that.

His not-boring rant is sounds like it’s from an alarmingly hungover commuter yelling spittle flecks on the steering wheel at sports talk radio from the cockpit of his ’97 Integra.

Van Riper said the boring-ass Giants, by making it to the World Series this year, are actually a threat to ratings (again). This is exciting commentary and also a bit of a strange way of putting things. It’s like saying the Loch Ness Monster not being real is a threat to Santa Claus. It’s linear logic, yes, but not necessarily the correct linear logic.

Not correct linear logic can never be boring. Ask the people in charge of the Creation Museum.

The rest of his salient points unfold in similarly un-boring ways.

They are as such:

• The NBA has the San Antonio Spurs. Major League Baseball has the San Francisco Giants. Steady, efficient, in the championship mix about every other year. And also boring.
I’m not sure what’s boring about a culture of winning or a potential sports dynasty to Van Riper. I guess using that line of logic, the ’36-’43 Yankees are the most boring teams in the history of baseball. Reggie Jackson in October is boring. Highlights of the Showtime Lakers are boring. The Madden Raiders and the Tom Landry Cowboys? …Boring. The Epstein-era Red Sox and those early Core Four years of Yankee return to dominance = boring. Michael Phelps in the pool is boring. Clint Eastwood with a maybe-empty chamber is super boring. Jennifer Beals ripping off her welding gear and dancing is over-the-top boringness boring. D-Day = boring. Because if winning against the odds is boring, than isn’t America boring? I put it to you Tom. Isn’t this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to the Giants. But we’re not going to sit here—and listen to you badmouth …the United States of America.

• The Giants have already given Fox its lowest World Series rating ever, an average of 12.7 million viewers for their four game sweep of the Detroit Tigers in 2012.
This is an incomplete (but far-from-boring) statistic. Viewership in general of the World Series has been in steady decline since 1987. Cable, video games, mobile devices, Snap Chat storing all your nudie selfies and lots and lots and lots of internet porn have cut ratings in half since the Royals last made it to the Fall Classic three decades ago. I could refute Van Riper’s stat with a statement like, “What baseball really needs is an all-West Coast Series.” You have to go back to game one of the 1988 World Series (A’s vs Dodgers) to see the staggering numbers of 34.5 million or a 24 share tune in.

Van Riper did mention ratings bump up the closer series get to game seven and by only going a maximum of five games in their last two WS victories, the Giants didn’t give Fox that boost. Using Van Riper’s own hate-reader friendly logic, looking at a sample set of World Series Game 4s of the past six years reveals this:

2013 Red Sox v. Cardinals: 16 million/9.4 share
2012 Giants v. Tigers: 15.5 million/9 share
2011 Cardinals v. Rangers: 15.2 million/9 share
2010 Giants v. Rangers: 15.5 million/9 share
2009 Yankees v. Phillies: 22.9 million/13.5 share
2008 Phillies v. Rays: 14.5 million//9 share

With the exception of the 2009, all these numbers are virtually identical whether it’s Red Sox, Cardinals, Phillies, Rangers or Rays …or Giants. Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring. The Yankees all but guarantee a ratings boon, or at least a moderate spike in not-boring. Thus, a more accurate statement by Van Riper would be, “The Yankees should get a free pass to the World Series every year because the Yankees aren’t boring.”

• How boring are the Giants? Since their 8-0 thrashing of the Pirates in the National League play-in game, they’ve scored 27 runs in eight postseason games against Washington and St. Louis, an average of 3.4 per game.
Does this mean good clutch pitching is boring? Yes. To score a paltry 3.4 runs a game and win a wild card game, a division series and a National League pennant means the winning team would have to hold the opponent to fewer than three runs a game. Does this mean Koufax (.95 post-season ERA) was boring? How bout Riviera (.70) Whitey Ford? Was his .00 single-series ERA boring? How about Andy Pettitte with 19 post-season wins. Was that boring? It was pretty boring if I recall correctly. Talk about boring …Curt Schilling’s 11 post-season and one curse-breaking bloody sock? Boooorrrring. Is single-pitcher dominance in the post-season boring? Um, hells-to-the-fuck-yeah it is. Randy Johnson and Felix Rodriguez notching five wins each and the likes of Schilling, Cliff Lee, John Smoltz, Time Lincecum, Cole Hamels, Dave Stewart, Josh Beckett and Orel Hershiser with four. That’s one boring-ass group of dudes. Baseball historians especially classify mastery on the mound and grit under pressure as one of the more boring aspects of the game.

• The (Giants) pitching staff is dull, too. The only standout, Madison Bumgarner, is a soft-tossing lefty who doesn’t exactly evoke memories of Randy Johnson or Pedro Martinez glaring in at a catcher’s sign before blowing away a hitter on a 99 MPH fastball.
Whoa, wait. OK now I KNOW Van Riper, whose biopic will star puffy Val Kilmer as him, probably hasn’t watched baseball this postseason—maybe ever. (Hint: Why? Because baseball is boring.) At 6’5″ 235, “Big Country” Bumgarner throws a four-seamer about 94-96, a 90-mph slider, a curve that falls off the shelf around 78 and a nice change up at about 84. The Hickory, NC native may have been called a lot of things in his day, including most recently, NLCS MVP, but demure “soft-tosser” (though I have a feeling I know who the soft tosser is in this equation) is not one of them. I bet watching MadBum in an alley soft tossing a six-beer-at-a-time-pounding left hook at Van Riper’s face would probably be pretty boring too.

• The rest of the rotation has averaged just over 5 innings per start during the playoffs, making for a work-share program in which a host of average pitchers manage to string together a lot of effective innings…zzzz.
Want to know some of the pitchers who paved their way to Cooperstown with boring run-stopping, gut-wrenching performances in relief? Try Rivera, with 42 postseason saves. Eckersley with 15. How bout Rollie fingers with 9 and Goose Gossage with 9. You know what’s boring? Great bullpens are boring. The Giants’ bullpen has a 1.78 ERA this postseason. The Royals’, 1.80. All aboard. …Next stop, Grand Boring Station. You know what’s not boring? Onomatopoeia.

• Yes, this all seems unfair for a club that’s had so much success in recent years. But modern sports, fair or not, is a corporate game.
I wonder if Van Riper’s original lede was “Websters Dictionary defines boring as…” (kudos Forbes editors for Van Ripering that one out).

• Efficiency and fundamentals don’t sell, star power does.
Research and fact-checking don’t get clicks. Calling something boring does.

• At least the Spurs are a genuinely great team, even if it’s only the hardcore fan who appreciates them. The Giants aren’t a great team.
I can think of someone else who’s not very great at what he does. Hopefully he has hardcore fans who appreciate him.

• The three remaining contenders highlight a fundamental baseball problem: a watered-down, 10-team playoff field that’s become little more than a crapshoot among decent teams. The business logic for expanding the postseason is obvious: more television inventory. The question is how much the drop in quality will ultimately undermine the quantity. Did you happen to notice that Fox bumped Sunday night’s NLCS game to its Fox Sports 1 cable outlet so it could air “Family Guy” and other prime time programming on its flagship network? Ouch. The game delivered 4.4 million viewers, compared to more than 14 million who tuned into Sunday Night Football on NBC.
Hit me up Seth, I’m on Tinder ❤ TVR

• The Royals and Giants didn’t even win their divisions.
Not winning your division and making it to the big dance is boring and makes for boring TV. Just ask the ’97 or ’03 Marlins, the ’02 Angels, or the ’11 Cardinals. The 2004 Red Sox didn’t win their division and were three outs away from elimination with Riviera on the mound, ostensibly extending Bambino’s 86-year reign (actually they probably shouldn’t have been there in the first place because, you know, Yankees need a bye to the World Series). Instead they staged one of the greatest playoff comebacks of all time and made history as well as life a whole lot easier for Bill Buckner. BOOOOORRIIING. For good measure, boring non-division winners who went on to win championships in Van Riper’s beloved NFL include the ’80 Raiders, the ’97 Broncos, the ’00 Ravens, the ’05 Steelers, the ’07 NY Giants and the ’10 Packers. All boring teams which didn’t belong there in the first place because they weren’t division winners.

• Face it, each club’s ability to outlast the rest of the playoff field so far has been as much about luck as anything else.
Sometimes a little luck can take someone a long way. Take for example lucking into a job at a place like Forbes, a once venerable business publication and now Buzzfeed without the cat .gifs, from a place like the New York Daily News.

• Four of San Francisco’s playoff wins have been by one run. Kansas City’s magical 8-0 postseason also includes four one-run wins; in fact all but one of their eight victories have come by one run and/or in their final turn at bat. The standard baseball cliché is that good teams know how to win the close games. Reality is that the closer the game, the greater role luck plays.
To clarify: One-run games are boring. Winning close games is boring. And doing something over and over and over, like maintaining a winning roster, prevailing by the narrowest of margins or returning to the World Series for the third time in the last half-decade isn’t just boring, it’s sheer dumb luck.

• The World Series has gone the way of every other sports championship not named the Super Bowl: big interest in the home markets, tepid interest elsewhere. The Giants are the perfect microcosm–great stadium and fan base in San Francisco, painfully bland to the rest of the country.

True, San Francisco, its music, food, culture, activism and innovation have always been nothing if not boring bland in the eyes of the rest of the country and the world. Columnists like Van Riper love the word tepid by the way (not a boring word). That and myriad have to get in there somewhere.

…Oh and thanks Van Riper for saying Lincecum lost his mojo. You just woke up a sleeping Giant. Should make for some good (not boring) baseball if you can stop paging Seth McFarland long enough to tune in Tuesday.

Finding love again with Hunter Pence

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I think I think about Hunter Pence way too much.

I’m a grown man, at least that’s what it says on my driver’s license. When I was about 10, I thought a lot about Will Clark. I thought about what he might like to eat—probably a steak or maybe crawdads. I thought about the swamps he grew up amongst and whether he was a lefty because he wrestled gators with his right.

I thought about how his eye black always looked just right and wondered if he hired a make-up artist to get it that way. I thought about how he flipped down his sunglasses when a pop up drifted his way—it was sort of a reverse (Will) Clark Kent effect. I tried to spit the way he spat and talk in his twangy drawl and I wanted to find whatever he did to get his bat around; this long, loping, southpaw thing of a swing. Even in whiffle ball, when I tried to imitate it, I couldn’t get the head of the bat there on time, ever. The only explanation was he could slow the game down, else he started his cut in the on-deck circle.

Life, I guess it can be said, got in the way of my relationship with Will Clark. Clark was traded, then retired. In my own next chapter, his presence was partially reduced to a page of baseball cards sealed in plastic at the bottom of a file box in the back of my boyhood closet.

Even so, his Starting Lineup figurine made its way on my travels and stood permanently in the batter’s box of my dorm room windowsill. Once in awhile, on a break from writing an essay or after a particularly rough-for-whatever-reason day, I would take Will Clark off the shelf and have him swing a few for me. And that usually always made things better.

Bills, cars, girls, friends, jobs—I didn’t think much about Will Clark for many years. And yet, I always felt this tinge of something for him. It wasn’t regret or remorse, it was more like the warm sting of missing or being missed. Kind of like lingering in the memory of an ex a little too long while idling away an afternoon. Comfort can often be found in absence.

And so, I missed Will Clark. I always will.

But if anything is to take the sting away permanently, and keep us driving toward that inevitable endless horizon, it is the promise of renewal.

It’s like dating and relationships and love. There are false starts and times you try to force it. There are times you try to make yourself believe that it’s something it’s not. And there are times, the rarest of times, when it just works. As a grown man, I’ve managed to divert my attentions to other players on the Giants: Marvin Benard, Jeff Kent, Barry Bonds, Sean Estes …even Tim Lincecum struck my fancy. We had something there, we surely did. And it was great. It surely was. But I kept remembering how I felt (feel, really) about Will Clark, and well, it just wasn’t the same.

Then something happened in 2012. Hunter Pence came to town. The fundamentals-free slack-jawed assassin from Texarcana who looks like a younger version of the knight guarding the Cup of Christ in Last Crusade, stands at a heroic 6’4″, 210, ambles with a terrible gait, sports a goofy swing and knee-high socks and rides a scooter as his main mode of transportation. The 40th-round draft pick was shipped over to San Francisco from Philly on Aug. 1 for local-boy outfielder Nate Schierholtz, minor league catcher Tommy Joseph and minor league pitcher Seth Rosin.

Pence immediately started acting as one part free-swinger and one part hype man for the playoff-bound but non-threatening Giants. On October 10, in Game 3 of the NLDS with the Giants on the brink of elimination in Cincinnati, Pence gave his teammates a now-legendary pregame pep-talk in the dugout featuring a lot of expletives and a lot of jumping around. It was punctuated with a sunflower seed shower.

It worked. And it worked again. …And again. In two short weeks, Pence had turned himself from something of a young journeyman outfielder who was looking squarely forward to returning to Houston in the offseason, to tech town’s newest toast, spraying Bud Lights off a trolley car careening down Market Street as a world champion.

The affair hasn’t ended. Though the injury-laden Giants quickly faded in the hangover morning of their second world championship in three years last season, Pence managed to hit more than 100 RBIs and dust of his mantle for the Willie Mac Award, most inspirational as voted by the guys who share the locker room with him.

The next day, the last of the season, he agreed to a five-year $90-million extension with the Giants. A nice bit of change for a Texas boy to rattle around and surely enough to buy a back-up for the scooter which was stolen in front of a San Francisco waterfront steakhouse (boo) and later returned (yay).

Pence is baseball’s current iron man and has a streak of playing in 383 straight games. Sure, that’s about 2,300 short of Cal Ripken, but in this era of information-based apathy, it’s a helluva lot to show up ready to play and hustle every day.

He still makes his speeches. A particularly colorful dirge followed the Giant’s final game of the regular season. It was about working hard and having the vision and well, so what if they were a Wild Card, it was time to go out and fulfill the promise they made to one another in spring training.

I understand this kind of rah-rah stuff is what makes the promotions department cream its jeans, especially in the post-season. And I know it can be either for show or to make spectacle from the spectacle. There are two distinctly different clubhouses—the one when the camera lights are on and the Champagne and goggles are out and the one when the music dies and athletes-as-products/as expendable machines, have to walk out fragile and mortal and, especially after 162 games, often broken.

And that’s a bit of the why Hunter Pence sticks with me. Because I really do believe he believes what he’s saying. And his teammates, I think they might believe a little bit too.

The more I think about Hunter Pence, the more I think about what he might do. When I’m on a long run and can extend it a couple miles or turn around and go home, I extend it—because that’s what Hunter Pence would do. When I have a pile of work and meetings and just don’t want to do any of it but instead click over and look at tweets, I go to work—because that’s what Hunter Pence would do. When I’m dragging out of bed during the part of night the world is lit by streetlight and drizzle, my turn to tend to the young son, I get up—because that’s what Hunter Pence would do.

As I watch him camp out when a pop up drifts his way or listen to his twang or watch him get 40k plus to join in a WWE chant—I think yes, yes, yes—Hunter Pence.

And for a moment, I am 10 again.

Pints and Picks Week 4: No bye week for bad bets

Each week DPB’s Kyle Magin and Andrew J. Pridgen will pour on the prose with Pints and Picks™. Who to wager and what to drink while doing it. Here then, is their point-counterpoint for Sept 27, 2014. Or, if you’re in the car, simply scroll down for the recap (they may be verbose, but it’s better than clicking through a slideshow).

AJ: Kyle, why are there bye weeks in college football? I mean, I get why they’re there in the NFL—basically an opportunity to get arrested in the club and for the league to fuck with fantasy owners who deserve to be fucked with. But there’s no reason for this in college other than maybe to see what FCS campus gets the biggest spike in date rape and frat house electronics raids over the idle weekend.

I only ask this because bye weeks in college used to not exist and now that they do, it brings an even bigger air of “professionalism” (air quotes) and indentured servitude to the amateur gridiron ranks. If the NCAA said, “We schedule bye weeks around midterms because academics” I’d be good with that. Happy even. But the real reason is to stretch out the post-season and turn college football into a 20-week endeavor (i.e. almost two-thirds the academic year) for the almighty bottom line—of which the athletes themselves see not a penny (and that’s where the lap top thefts come in).

Since you’re pretty good about finding out the why of things the way I’m good at identifying the season of Magnum PI (and episodes) where he tries to track down the ghost of his allegedly deceased wife, let me know if you know.

Otherwise, I take it now that you’re off the schneid you’re not taking a bye this week.

Me, I’m still trying to feel this week out like a Junior High dance. There’s no match up that stands out as a stone cold lock; and it has to be watchable to be (not a word: betable). <-One of my cardinal rules—the other is to never trust a Yelp reviewer whose mouth is wide open on their profile photo.

For now, a couple quick comments:

• Why is Wyoming traipsing around the country in pursuit of getting bitch-slapped? Is it like an anything-is-better-than-staying-home-and-risk-getting-shot-in-the-face-by-Dick-Cheney thing? First Oregon and now Michigan State? It kind of reminds me of those Pat Hill-era Fresno State teams which burned through their Southwest miles to go get rolled up by the SEC and ACC and Big-10 before limping back to the parched Valley and dominating, um, Wyoming …and most of the rest of the Mountain West. To be fair, Wyoming does have a slightly guttier squad than they originally got credit for (think corn snow-fed defense) and should give Sparty fits for at least a quarter or two. If you can get a first-half prop bet for the Cowboys at +10 or above, that’s better odds than your drunk-as-fuck out-of-town guest trying to pull a credit card advance on the gaming floor.

• Missouri on the road at South Carolina getting only 6.5. The Gamecocks are hotter than a rescue pit mix locked in a ’93 Aerostar in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly since forgetting Manziel was in the NFL and dropping their opener against Texas A&M. The Cocks have won three straight and Missouri is reeling from what should’ve amounted to a midweek January stumble on the hardcourt to the Hoosiers at home last week. Can Mizzou regroup or will South Carolina’s Mike Davis and Brandon Wilds harass QB Maty Mauk who already has four ints to go with 14 teeders …and, you know what, this spread sucks. Fuck this game.

…I’m going to pause right there and say I was running some errands with a buddy during the lunch hour today (he’s planning a birthday party for a one-year-old which basically means crappy burgers, a weird sheet cake that is actually just flypaper with white frosting and a couple of fifths because apparently one is too young to remember seeing your folks and their friends black out) and we ended up at Costco. Still $1.50 for a polish and a soda.

The thing is, we were the only sub-octagenarains dining there. All these Burns-postured McMurphys who’d escaped from “Serene Gardens” next door were gumming on these intestines and entrails pressed into a tube while gangsta leaning off their Rascals made me wonder: Do the old folks know something I don’t? Like, If I have one meal left, it’s gotta be Costco (because it is glorious, especially when you remember to ask for the slaw) or does it just kill a lot of time to try to gum down a dog the size of your shriveled and veiny neck midday on a weekday when you’re at the station of life when time, quite literally, can’t go any slower—and yet, you don’t have much of it left.

I guess what I’m really trying to say is, I just have a lot more questions than answers this week.

Kyle? You there? You still reading?

Kyle: AJ, the middle school dance analogy couldn’t be more apt. I have an overwhelming urge to skip this week completely and tell all of our readers I was off doing some really cool stuff. In reality, I’ll probably be reading Madeleine L’Engle and trying to stay up for MadTV and hope my father (who, coincidentally, is visiting this weekend) doesn’t come out and turn it off when they swear for like the only time in the whole show.

MadTV featured the stylings of Michael McDonald (not this one, not that one, this one), a USC alum, and that’s my segue into talking about one of the only games that probably matter this weekend. With no ranked matchups, it’s going to be interesting to watch Oregon State-SC (-9) in the sense that it’ll be interesting to see your neighbor walk out the door with his 14-year-old dog tomorrow. Hey, still on the right side of the dirt, eh Fido?

The 2-1 Trojans are a technically, I suppose, still in the playoff race. Stanford exposed SC’s inability to get anything done in the red zone with a run game that’s hampered when it doesn’t have room to breath in a game the Trojans won 13-10. Boston College pantsed SC’s run defense in a 37-31 victory on Chestnut Hill. Both of these tell me the men of Troy aren’t yet sound in their line play. Mike Riley’s Beavers aren’t very good at running the ball on aggregate—they’re 91st in rushing in the nation—but in the first quarter, few offenses are as effective at running and passing the ball as 3-0 Oregon State, who put up more points early (10.5) than every other team in the Pac 12 North. If they can kick the Trojans’ line in the teeth early, I think OSU Quarterback Sean Mannion can play keep-up with a very potent SC passing attack.

Surveying the rest of the college football landscape leaves that bye week to be desired.

American Conference favorite Cincinnati visits Ohio State as a 15.5-point dog, and that’s halfway intriguing. Looking at the rest of this schedule is sort of like looking at the area surrounding Charleton Heston after that ship crashed in the first Planet of the Apes. Guess we’ll have to get walking.

AJ: Kyle, nice call on bringing the pops to town during the week of bettors doldrums. Now, instead of sitting indoors and inhaling the second-hand smoke of the sports book, the two of you can ramble around the Sierras inhaling the first-hand smoke of arsonists.

I think we agree this is a trap week as far as NCAA wagering goes. None of the spreads seem at all enticing and, as you pointed out, the dearth of compelling matchups (besides conference-centric spoiler games like Stanford at U-Dub) make this the week to take a BCS breather—and set the crosshairs on October baseball.

Namely Mr. Magin, the prospect of four very disparate and very under-(over?)achieving-for-different-reasons West Coast franchises making it to the playoffs.

It’s a Freaky Friday moment for baseball West of Lovelock. You’ve got the perennial lovable A’s who went out and made a splash at the trade deadline, only to wallow in the second half like so much locker room sludge through the AL West with dead arms and a listless clubhouse en route to a wildcard berth.

You have the predictably unpredictable Giants across the bridge who had a fiery start and a nine-game lead in May only to lose two-time world champion aces Matt Cain from the starting five (still unknown injury) and Tim Lincecum (still undiagnosed velocity problems) but somehow picked up where Oakland left off and went not with the big trades but with the white-flag youth movement: Hunter Strickland, Chris Hesten, Erik Cordier and even skipper’s son Brett Bochy have all contributed on the mound. Back-up backstop Andrew Susac has been clutch off the bench and in spelling Buster Posey and infielders Joe Panik and Matt Duffy have been key contributors plugging the middle whilst performing at the plate. The suddenly youth-infused G-men didn’t have enough in the tank to catch the boys in blue with the quarter-billion-dollar payroll and the world’s greatest stadium, but they do have a good chance of beating the Pirates in the wildcard sudden-death scenario and finding themselves the object of Joe Buck’s scorn again.

In Southern California, it’s a battle of swollen payrolls and depleting expectations. The Halos, who had all but given up on The Last Investment Albert Pujols till he decided to come out of the orange groves and hit a respectable .273 with 28 bombs and 104 RBIS (and he’s not done yet). Mike Trout is baseball’s lone superstar right now and the singing cowboy’s starting rotation featuring innings eaters Jared Weaver (18-8, 3.52 ERA), CJ Wilson (13-10, 4.61 ERA) and Matt Shoemaker (16/4, 3.04 ERA) suddenly looks like baseball’s best even without the services of Garrett Richards (13-4, 2.61 ERA). The hedge fund-backed Dodgers’ have the best pitcher in baseball in Clayton Kershaw. The once-in-a-generation starter-next-door has mastery of three pitches usually thrown in a way three different pitchers might; fastball, 90-plus, a makes-you-swing-from-the-heels slider in the high-80s and an elevator curve in the mid-70s. It’s like facing vintage Barry Zito, Pedro Martinez and Greg Maddox—in one at-bat. Kershaw recently notched his 20th win, has an ERA under 1.80 and tosses 100-pitch complete game shutouts like Drysdale the get away afternoon after a Saturday night bender. Kershaw alone almost makes one forget that any player who came up under Castro thinks hitting the cut-off man is a Fredo Corleone reference.

You got your Tigs Kyle, but the prospect of not only an all West Coast World series, but LCSs makes me giggle. I know Fox shares Erin Andrews’ resting bitchface scowl when it comes to the knowledge that KC, not NY will be in the playoffs and Mr. Jeter’s farewell bonanza is but a week away from coming to a cleaned-out-locker and teary press conference halt. All that historic footage from the pre-device ’90s shelved for roll out at Cooperstown in 2020. And what the fuck will Ken “He shoulda been-a dentist” Rosenthal talk about as Buck cuts Harold Reynolds off on the cutaways with no DJ?

With that, I’d like to be a sort of World Series wager Sommelier. First off, like a fine wine, many teams age into BETTER odds of winning Bud Selig’s final Commissioner’s Trophy as the season matures. But like your great aunt’s Bradford Exchange plate collection, not all teams go up in value. At the start of the season the last-place Red Sox were 12/1 (ditto Rays). The aforementioned Yankees, who are now 300/1 to take a Champagne bath, started out at 14/1. The Orioles who started the season at 35/1 are now 13/2—not bad for a runaway division champ. And your Motor City hardballers are a solid 6/1. For my money though, I’m liking either the A’s or the Giants at 12/1 to bring the hardware back to the Biggedy. After all, Giants fans, it is an even-numbered year.

Kyle, I know you’re headed out the door to see nature’s splendor with the man who pulled you out of oblivion and plopped you on this big blue-infused chunk of spinning granite, but I KNOW you’re laying down your World Series picks this week… so, (Pacino voice) what’dya got?!

Kyle: AJ, I’ve never been more happy to talk baseball during betting season, a sport I usually avoid at the book like the plague. It will also grease the wheels of conversation with the old man while we’re waiting for his knees to stabilize after I drag him up a few thousand feet above his normal playing altitude.

I, too, think the road to the World Series is definitely coming through California. Too many hardball-related planets are aligning with the Golden State. Dave Stewart is LaRussa’s new lapdog in Arizona. Scully is back again next year! I found out, just this week, that they still have an MLB team in San Diego.

As a Tigers fan, I hate to say it, but the Los Angeles Angels of Disneyland at 9/2 to win the series is the best bet at the book. Jeff Weaver is a horse, Matt Shoemaker has walked one guy for every 9 he’s struck out since the break and Wade Leblanc hasn’t given up a run in his last two starts headed into the postseason. Everybody has been getting on in front of Albert Pujols and he’s been driving all of them in—he’s got roughly an RBI per game over the last month, while Mike Trout continues to ape Barry Bonds with his slugging prowess. Gordon Beckham and Howie Kendrick have gotten on-base as often as anyone in the league over the last month. There’s just no way I see someone getting around this time save some massive power outage from Pujols and Trout.

In the NL—and I know this won’t be popular with much of our readership—I like the Dodgers. I don’t love them at 9/5, but in the “who’s going to win this thing” sense, I think we’re geared up for a freeway series. Which, wow, Randy Newman is going to RAKE royalties from FOX. It’ll make Erin’s Dancing with the Stars schedule manageable—I won’t have to put up with her whiny-ass Instagram posts from a private jet about #grinding from coast to coast.

We’ll get some hoity-toity reminders from the New Yorker about all the poor-ass people who got bulldozed out of Chavez Ravine 60-plus years ago to make way for one of the top-five stadiums in baseball. It’ll be gross and engrossing, all at once.

The Dodgers’ Matt Kemp, Justin Turner, Carl Crawford and Scott Van Slyke have been hitting the living shit out the ball over the last month—all four are in the top-15 of OPS over that stretch. Even with Puig’s second-half power outage, I don’t see how anyone else keeps up with the boys in blue. Selig passes out his last trophy south of the Grapevine.

AJ: Gotta agree it may be Los Doyers’ year and hey that Randy Newman song was supposed to be ironic; like how big a shithole-where-small-town-dreams-go-to-die-with-a-gooey-tarpit-center LA is. It makes me laugh every time the Dodgers notch a W and it bounces off the Hollywood sign and into the night. I love it! I love it! I love it!

Oh, yeah, the Huskies are better than David Shaw’s listless and unproven farm squad. Take the dawgs and the 6 points against the Cardinal (at home!) for a share of the Pac-12 North lead.

The PnP Recap:

Last week:
AJ: 3-3
Kyle: 1-2

Overall:
AJ: 8-12
Kyle: 1-7

This week:
AJ:

• Washington +6 vs. Stanford
• SF Giants (or Oakland A’s) at 12/1 to win the World Series

Kyle:
• Oregon State +12.5 @ USC
• LA Dodgers (9/5) or LA Angels (9/2) to win the World Series

Sing it

We’re past baseball’s All Star Game and headed into the stretch run for the 15ish teams with a shot at the playoffs. The perfect time for a musical interlude. Here then, a theme song for every contender within spitting distance of their division or a wild card berth as they push toward October:

AL East

Baltimore OriolesPuddle of Mudd “She Hates Me”
With 68 games remaining, the Orioles’ first 23 are against plus-.500 clubs, including a post-All Star-break run against the AL West’s top tier. They’re four games up in a shitty division, so it’s not all bad, but the MLB’s schedule-maker truly hates the Os.

Toronto Blue JaysMadeline Khan “I’m Tired”
The Jays set the AL East on fire through June, leading the division for 48 straight games at one point. But after bumbling to an 8-17 finish before the break, can’t you see this team is tired? Injuries, catcher Josh Thole’s rag doll, please-steal-second arm and a suddenly quiet offense mean Toronto is basically kaput.

New York YankeesJay Z “Fade to Black”
Like Jay’s overwrought retirement tour with the Black Album, Yankee Shortstop Derek Jeter’s bloated farewell will be sweetest when it finally ends, probably in September. No more tips of the cap to someone “classy” enough to stay with the one organization willing to overpay for his talents for two decades. No more giddily scribbled Valentine soft-focus tributes from men 20 years his senior on Fox broadcasts. The Yanks are five games behind Baltimore in the division and 3.5 behind in the wild card yet they’re sucking air with ace pitcher Masahiro Tanka sidelined for at least a month with arm trouble. Unless every opposing pitcher in the league decides to groove throw Jeter belt-high fastballs the rest of the season, we can finally kiss the last vestige of the 90s Yankees goodbye.

AL Central

Detroit TigersGeorge Thorogood and the Destroyers “I Drink Alone”
Yeah, with nobody else. In the Central, the Tigers essentially drink alone. Their successes and failures are entirely dependent on a world-class offense, potential-packed, results-stunted staff and manic bullpen. They’re 22-16 versus the rest of their middling-to-terrible division and during a month stretch in May and June excelled tremendously at beating themselves without assistance from opposing clubs. This is their division to lose.

Kansas City RoyalsSmokey Robinson “Tracks of My Tears”
Nobody made heartbreak nearly as fun (and danceable!) as Smokey did in this classic track. The Royals are trying to duplicate the effort. They had the Tigers by the tail, literally, going 2 games up at one point in the first half before looking down for what seemed like 10 seconds and then looking up to see themselves in a 6.5 game hole. Their pitching is fantastically broken and third baseman Mike Moustakas, while certainly Greek, is far from a god, hitting .219 with runners on.

Cleveland IndiansWeird Al Yankovic “Close but no Cigar”
Like Weird Al’s love interest, the Indians have a lot of good things going for them. All-Star outfielder Michael Brantley has a .901 OBP and has already knocked in 63 runs. Lonnie Chisenhall is finally getting a chance to play a rock-solid third base full-time and is a monster at the plate. From afar, the Tribe looks like a hottie. But the staff is riddled with some penicillin-resistant disease, and aside from Chisenhall the infield handles grounders with all the care of frozen McRibs in the back of your local gut bomb factory.

AL West

Oakland AthleticsACDC “For Those about to Rock (We Salute You)”
Stand up and be counted for what you are about to receive/we are the dealers/we’ll give you everything you need.
Noted asshole and Oakland owner Lew Wolff and destitute man’s Brad Pitt Billy Beane have given A’s fans what they need to succeed in the AL and possibly all of baseball this year. For with the addition of Jeff Samardzija and Jason Hammel from the Cubs, the A’s are ready to rock into the postseason. They’ve now the pitching to complement bats like Josh Donaldson (20 HR and 65 RBI) and Brandon Moss (21 HR, 66 RBI) on a staff that was already 23 games above .500. The ALCS will go through Oakland.

Anaheim AngelsAretha Franklin “R-E-S-P-E-C-T”
What’s a team gotta do to turn some heads in the AL West? The Angels are 1.5 games behind the A’s—the best team in baseball—and are in the process of reanimating the corpse of Josh Hamilton, who helped key a five-game winning streak heading into the break. Mike Trout continues to play like baseball Jesus with his 22 HR and 73 RBI and Albert Pujols is slugging a full hundred points higher than the league average while smacking 20 HR to this point. Garrett Richards and CJ Wilson are strikeout machines—the A’s take their foot off the gas at their own peril.

NL West

Los Angeles DodgersOzzy Osbourne “Crazy Train”
The Dodgers are probably (definitely) going off the rails at some point in the second half, they’ll just do it in a spectacular manner. Clayton Kershaw and Zach Grienke will do their best to keep the engine chugging what with their 12 and 10 Ks per game, respectively, while Yasiel Puig and Dee Gordon continue to play some of the best defense in baseball. But here’s Josh Beckett blowing out just before the break, and there’s Puig’s power numbers barely matching Gordon’s over the last two months, and here’s Adrian Gonzalez, Matt Kemp and Carl Crawford notching just 30 HR between them, and Donny Baseball’s negative reinforcement can only work so many times. The explosion will be epic.

San Francisco GiantsCharlie Murphy (as Stinky) “F*ck It”
What else do you say when you cough up a 9.5 game lead in the course of a month? The Giants hang their offense on catcher Buster Posey, who has hung Kurt Suzuki-lite numbers this summer—his .378 slugging percentage trails the league. There’s a core concept misunderstanding when your middle-of-the-order slugger is hitting like a 7-holer, leading a team-wide power outage from Memorial Day onward. Madison Bumgarner strikes out nearly everyone but seems to walks the rest and Matt Cain’s every venture beyond the 5th inning is tantamount to swimming off the Farallons with an open wound.  Tim Lincecum is coming back nicely with four strong starts before the break, though, and Hunter Pence continues to play like his hair is on fire. A devil-may-care attitude could catch the Dodgers.

NL Central

Milwaukee Brewers, St. Louis Cardinals, Cincinatti Reds, Pittsburgh PiratesAl Green “Let’s Stay Together”
The entire Central, save the Cubs (I wasted time typing that second clause and typing this explanation) is locked in a race for the division championship. Pittsburgh is the furthest back at 3.5 games, and since June they’ve been baseball’s hottest team right alongside the Reds. The Brewers imploded, losing 10 of 11, just before the break while the Cards surged. If for no other reason than arguments over who brews the best shitty domestic beer and whose stadium looks best astride a strip-mine befouled river, these four need to stay close together ‘til the bitter end.

NL East

Washington NationalsEminem “Talkin’ 2 Myself”
But instead of feeling sorry for yourself do something ‘bout it/ admit you got a problem/ your brain is clouded/ you pouted long enough/ it isn’t them it’s you you fucking baby/ quit worrying about what they do and do Shady Nats’ outfielder needs to take Eminem’s post-addiction words to heart while trying to get back into the groove after a pretty rotten (by his lofty standards) first half. Harper logged just 137 plate appearances and missed much of the season’s first stanza due to injury. Since he’s been back, he can’t seem to find his stride at the plate, and being the Nats’ sole source of power from the left side of the plate (other lefty regulars combined for 13 HRs in the first half), that’s a big problem. He strikes out roughly a third of the time for an injury-ravaged team that has managed a first-place tie with the Braves through this point of the season. Cut those numbers down and turn on the power and “the new me’s back to the old me” and you’ll see Washington in October.

Atlanta BravesWarren G. Feat Nate Dogg “Regulate”
The Braves’ anemic offense desperately needs some handy bat to step in and regulate. BJ Upton, Jason Heyward, Freddie Freeman, Anyone, Bueller, Bueller…? A stellar bullpen and a workhorse group of starters are begging for somebody besides catcher Evan Gattis and outfielder Justin Upton—who have a quarter of the team’s HRs and RBIs combined—to literally step up to the plate.

Who will land The Shark?

Today, you’re Jeff Samardzija, the Chicago Cubs hurler and former Notre Dame wide receiver. For you ladies, that means a host of changes and probably a better haircut.

For fellas, that means you got markedly uglier in the estimation of everyone who doesn’t live within 40 miles of Lake Michigan’s southern shoreline.

You’re now a stellar athlete who’s become a fantastic righty pitcher — striking out about 8 batters to every one walk you’ve given up over the last four months of professional baseball you’ve played.

Unfortunately, it also means you haven’t won during that time, despite managing a 1.45 ERA and, in this season alone, going 0-3 in eight starts where you’ve left a game six times with a lead, a tie, or down by a run.

You are surrounded by the Chicago Cubs’ 2014 lineup, which has mustered 15 total runs in support of your cause. That’s 1.88 runs per game heading into your Friday start against the St. Louis Cardinals—the lowest in the major leagues.

//pauses for inconsolable sobbing.

If you were on literally any other team in baseball, a big-headed Irish columnist would be leading your Cy Young campaign for you.

Unfortunately, you are Jeff Samardzija, and the 2014 Chicago Cubs suck. It’s also likely that the 2015 and 2016 Chicago Cubs will suck, because the Chicago Cubs.

So, now that we’ve established you’re stuck on a hopeless team, you’d like to demand a trade, because you have two years left on your Cubs contract and are planning to walk after it’s up.*

Who would you like to join? Let’s run down your options:

San Francisco Giants: Location, Location, Location

Pros — Who can beat the West Coast for a landing spot? The weather is always relatively perfect, you have no enemies there as Notre Dame never beat USC during your tenure at the University, and Matt Cain’s proclivity for fancy sandwich cuts has left you an open space on the Giants’ roster.

Cons — As far as we know, you’ve never left the three-county radius surrounding your hometown of Valparaiso, Indiana. Old Style is inferior in every way to 21st Amendment’s canned options — a concept you may find overwhelming. Tim Lincecum has demonstrated an ability to one-up you in hair regardless of where it’s grown.

Verdict: You’re not cool enough.

Washington Nationals: Hog the Spotlight

Pros — Staying healthy, something you know how to do, is really the key to standing out amongst the legion of overrated players performing for a soulless fanbase in D.C. Bryce Harper is really just Brady Quinn with a slightly whiter name and a relatively equal hype-to-achievement ratio. Chicagoans run the nation’s capital these days, so you’ll be in familiar company. Nobody on the current staff can touch your numbers.

Cons — Your teammates possess the constitution of your anemic video gamey cousin in the family football game. Harper regards his body as Xerxes did the first 30,000 guys he sent into Thermopylae. Denard Span receives regular playing time.

Verdict: You’re not that desperate.

Boston Red Sox: Parallel Universe

Pros — Hey, here’s a franchise with a decrepitly old stadium, in a town with a complex about New York, with a bunch of fans who also care about what you did at ND and listen to terrible in-game music. With the noted exception of winning and shittier pizza options, it’s basically another Chicago. Clay Bucholtz has gift-wrapped you his starting spot.

Cons — East Coast pizza is just godawful and getting your Malnati’s shipped will be cost-prohibitive. This is not the 2013 Red Sox—nobody besides Pedroia is hitting close to .300 and the bullpen all made the big leagues during the Clinton administration. You’ll have to put up with some slogan constructed by a helplessly feeble mind in the PR department during the playoffs.

Verdict: It’s your best option.

Whoever lands you is getting a helluva good pitcher without a helluva lot to show for his efforts. Either way, they’re doing Samardzija a favor by plucking him out of that ivy-covered burial ground that is Wrigley Field.

*It may be likely you don’t want to leave the Windy City. It’s close to home, and by choosing to play for Tyrone Willingham and extending your contract with the Cubs once, maybe winning doesn’t really factor into your decision-making process. Sweet Home, Chicago!

 

 

Forever a Giant

Editor’s Note: Sometimes (most of the time) professional sports franchises don’t care. They’re for-profit corporations. Their job is to put as many of us — millions of us — in the stands as they can. Other times …well, other times — they do care.

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Ms. Annemarie Hastings
Vice President, Client Relations
San Francisco Giants
24 Willie Mays Plaza
San Francisco, CA 94107

Dear Ms. Hastings,

May 25, 2013 will always be a day I remember and one of the best in my life as a Giants fan. You may recall it was the day the Giants were locking horns at home with Colorado. Zito gave up a four-spot early. Boch was ejected in the eighth. And the Rockies’ Tulowitzki went yard in the 10th for the go-ahead run.

And then, in the bottom of that inning, an Angel came up to the plate and hit a historic two-run walk-off inside-the-park home run. Perhaps the highlight of the 2013 campaign and, for the 40,000-plus who stuck around for the entire matinee, one of those I-was-there moments to reminisce about for seasons to come.

Well, I was there. And so was my family. All of us, in fact. My mother and father, my sister and brother-in-law and their two kids and my best friend since junior high.

I guess it’s not unusual for whole families to turn out and spend a summer Saturday at AT&T, queuing for garlic fries and souvenir-sized Cokes. My father and I had been going to games together since Uribe, to Thompson to Clark was a common call and Krukow was busy telling meat to grab some pine from the mound instead of the press box.

But there was something special about that day.

It was my father’s last game.

Two months earlier he was out swinging a golf club near his home on the North Shore of Lake Tahoe when he felt a pop. That pop turned out to be a broken collar bone. X-rays revealed a tiny, foreign orb circling that bone. A biopsy, an MRI and one dreaded family sit down with the oncologist later and he was given his options. They were: Do a few rounds of chemo and see if you can slow the spread, or do nothing and face the inevitable. While they’re not TV doctors and can’t give you a specific timeline, a lung cancer that has metastasized into bones and other vital organs usually gives the host a fighting chance to stay on the right side of the turf for about six months.

My father didn’t have much of a bucket list. That’s not to say he wasn’t an adventurous man or didn’t want to get out and make the most of it. It’s just that with his limited time, he wanted to do the things he loved most with the people he loved most. This included: driving his wood boat around the lake, eating burgers and pasta, visiting his great-grandparent’s old ranch on the Central Coast and going to a Giants game with his family.

So, between the side effects of chemo and the regular doc visits, the oncologist updates and just trying to get those burgers and smoothies down — even the mundane boxes on his list seemed to go unchecked. It wasn’t until about 10 minutes before the first pitch that last Saturday in May that my dad summoned the energy from his hotel bed to get up and get down to the ball park.

When we arrived at our seats, we were greeted by a representative from the Giants. She had two bags of goodies for my father that included the entire 2013 season of promotion items. From replica World Series rings, to Miller and Flemming wine cork stoppers to a bobblehead of the day’s would-be hero, Angel Pagan. There were calendars and license plate frames, hats and batting gloves, media guides and a scorecard.

Matt Cain, the Giants hard-throwing righty, and my father’s favorite player in this era of the franchise’s success (something he never thought he’d live to see), signed a baseball for my dad. When my father pulled the prize from the depths of the bag, suddenly he was 10 years old again.

The Giants representative read a brief note from the organization to my father for his more than half century of support and gave him a hug. A real hug.

To be clear, my father was never a season ticket holder. He never attended more than a dozen games a year, (unless you count listening to KNBR next to your dog in your garage as attending, then he “went” to 160-plus). He wasn’t a guy you’d recognize from any other dad in the stands. He had a hat and jacket and never forgot to keep score, but he was a quiet fan. If you asked him what he thought of AT&T he would say it is a “very nice ballpark.” If you asked him what he thought of Candlestick, he’d say “it was home.”

He taught me the most important lesson of watching baseball live: the game is about the small spaces of time between pitches. He would gaze at the scoreboard or comment that a batter was “stepping in the bucket.” He routinely would point out babies in the stands and muse whether this was their first game. He ate his garlic fries with mustard and never left before the final out.

He never quite figured out how the seagulls knew when the game was almost over.

As the shadows grew long over the infield and the May 25 game took on a narrative of its own, my father’s face, hollowed out and ashen from both the disease and the gut-punching treatment of it, turned dour. He shifted and slumped in his seat. We offered him hydration and extra food, but he turned it down. My mother met me in the concourse during the top of the seventh and simply said it was time to call it an afternoon.

I agreed, and we made arrangements to quietly say our goodbyes, coax my dad from his seat and maybe get him back to the room in time to watch the final outs on TV.

When we got back to our section, he was gone. My sister said he went to the bathroom and to get something to drink with her husband, himself a family practice doctor who was in part there to be with his family and in part there to help monitor my dad.

They returned by the seventh inning stretch and though there was no “miracle” rebound, my dad had a little color back in his face and was ready to buckle in for the final outs. The man was not going to leave before his time.

And so it was, the game went into extra innings. We stirred after Colorado took the lead in the top of the 10th and nodded to go. I tried to pick my father up from his seat by grabbing his forearm and he simply rested his hand on mine, his gesture signaling me to sit down.

Then the bottom of the 10th. Brandon Crawford got on base and from our seats behind home, we watched Pagan’s drive loop long and lazy toward the most troublesome part of the ballpark, triples alley. My father was the first to rise to his feet. Our family screamed and jumped as the ball bounced off the brick and back toward the infield like a chicken sprung loose from the coop. Pagan was already rounding second. “He’s going to score, he’s going to do it,” my dad shouted waving the Giants’ leadoff man home from our perch 180 feet away.

Pagan beat the tag and it was over.

The crowd roar took over but my father, exhilarated and exhausted, was instantly spent. He flopped to his seat. His breathing labored. His eyes welling almost to shut. By the time the crowd died down, we had already helped him down the ramp and into a waiting cab. When the door was closed, he held up his hand and waved to the statue of Willie Mays.

And that was his Giants farewell.

My father passed away on a Wednesday. It was January 15, 2014. Topics that day included how it wouldn’t snow in Tahoe because he wasn’t there and how spring training starts less than a month. He smiled. His Matt Cain ball and his Giants hat by his bedside, surrounded by his family. Forever a Giant.

As pitchers and catchers report this week, there’ll be one less fan in the stands, but one more watching from above — and an entire family with you, win or lose, for one more season.

So, on behalf of my father, Craig A. Pridgen, thank you San Francisco Giants. Thank you for one last game.

– Andrew Pridgen

And the Giants’ reply:

Dear Andrew,

Thank you so very much for your touching email and for sharing such a bittersweet story with us about your father and his love of the Giants. Your eloquent depiction of his dedication to his beloved team, down to the details of his last game here on the shores of McCovey Cove is heartwarming and lovely. We’re proud to have had him — and all of you, his family — here at AT&T Park.

It’s true fans like you that make the Giants a franchise like no other.

I looked closely at the photo you attached and the wonderful representative that visited your father with the gifts appears to be Vicki Kelley, whom I’ve copied here so that she is able to know the impact her actions had on you, your father and your family. Vicki works her magic with our ballpark operations and guest services teams and makes a habit of making people happy. I know that she will be touched to read your email, as I was.

Again, we all appreciate you as a true fan and as a product of a true fan! Your love for your father is inspiring and it’s stories like these that make our jobs meaningful.

Please accept our most sincere sympathy for the loss of your father.

All the best,

Annemarie