More importantly, do you remember his stint as a White Sock? Probably not, because it was pretty un-memorable. The only reason I bring it up now is because I saw that the Tigers have acquired Betemit from the Royals. Turns out that this is actually a desirable acquisition. This season, he has been batting .281. Last season, also with the Royals, he posted a .297 average. I didn’t know he could actually hit. All I remember is that in 2009, he hit .200 with 3 RBI. Thanks, Wilson, for showing us your best stuff while you were with us. Glad that we served as a warm-up on your way to actually being a decent player in KC.
In case you totally do not remember Wilson because his season was THAT horrible, here is a picture to help jog your memory. Note that he wore No. 15, the same number currently worn by one of our latest disappointments, Gordon Beckham.
Now, I know on the morning of Saturday, July 23, you will all be visiting this very blog to read a flowering tribute to my boy, Mark Buehrle, on the 2-year anniversary of his perfect game. Unfortunately, you will be sorely disappointed, because I am going to be away this weekend without Internet access. But, I can’t let this momentous date pass without some sort of commemoration…
Too bad he’s not pitching this July 23rd. A perfect game on my sixteenth birthday would be the absolute coolest thing ever in the history of the world. Alas, it’s not meant to be. I’ll be back Sunday night, see y’all then. Hopefully the White Sox won’t implode while I’m gone and oblivious to their shenanigans.
As I had mentioned in my last post, Edwin Jackson has been rumored to be going places come the trade deadline, with the White Sox reportedly shopping him in exchange for a third baseman. Well, maybe E-Jax took the rumors to heart, as today he delivered one of his finest performances of the season, a complete-game, 101-pitch shutout of the Tigers. I don’t totally renege on my stance that I wouldn’t be sorry to see him go, but if he could pitch like this more often…well, now you’re talking.
More importantly, Jackson’s brilliance couldn’t have come at a better time. Two games after the All-Star break, and the White Sox are two wins richer. Considering that last week we couldn’t even beat the cellar-dweller Royals, it’s nice to see signs that the team’s ineptitude against the division rivals might come to a close. I know, I know, it’s just two games, but 13 runs over two games versus the mighty Tigers? That’s as good a sign as any. (Unfortunately, Justin Verlander is also on my fantasy baseball team. Last night’s performance coupled with Bartolo Colon’s implosion against the Blue Jays has my team’s ERA for the week sitting at an ugly 9.00.)
Today, both the Sox and Tigers donned throwback uniforms in tribute to the Negro Leagues. My first thought upon seeing the baggy blue pinstripes was that these are positively hideous, but it is always kind of cool to see a team honor those before them. Here are some pictures courtesy of the Chicago Tribune. Decide for yourself.
In mid-2009, Gordon Beckham was called up to The Show, and I immediately noticed him. Every time I watched a game, the kid seemed to get a crucial hit. He smiled, had a slight southern accent, seemed polite, and finished his rookie campaign with a .273 batting average and 63 RBIs over 103 games. He was awarded the Sporting News‘ Rookie of the Year award. Fans nicknamed him “Our Savior”. Bill Madden of the Daily News picked him to win the 2010 AL MVP. I was sure that we had found our star for the post-Paulie generation.
What a difference two years makes.
To follow up that 2009 season, Beckham hit .252 with only 49 RBI, and sported a batting average below .200 until the All-Star break. Management was dying to send him back down to the minors, and he made a few social gaffes that caught the ire of Ozzie Guillen, such as watching college football after a game when the team was mired in a losing streak.
This season, he is toting around a .241 average and only 24 RBI, not worthy of the pedestal I had shined so quickly two years ago. And recently, Becks has been in the news for all the wrong reasons. During Monday night’s home game against the Royals, GB thought it would be a smart idea to scrawl “Getz is gay!” on the infield dirt, as a message to Royals second baseman and good friend Chris Getz. Turns out this message was visible to fans in the upper deck.
In all apologies that Beckham gave last night to the media, he seemed contrite (and I would like to know, why did this take so long to get around?), but still. Messages like that shouldn’t be left anytime, but when you’ve let a team down for two seasons, incidents such as this only rub salt in the wound. I accept his apologies and will move on but…
Never mind that we moved half a game above the Royals last night and are now third in the AL Central. Never mind that a win tonight will put us at .500 on the road this season, and I would like to be. 500 in at least one category. Never mind that our offense has apparently gone to sleep (then again, they haven’t really been awake much this season) and that we essentially need a shutout every game in order to have a chance at winning. There is only one reason why Mark Buehrle had better turn in a stellar performance tonight.
I just picked him up for my fantasy team (which is named ‘The Ozzies’, har-har), and my ERA this week is 7.20, thanks to Mr. Justin Verlander and Mr. Heath Bell. I need a nice, round 0.00 posting to help lower that hideous number.
Counting on you, Mark. Don’t let me down.
The Girl with the Awesome-sauce T-shirt (see above).
All of the members of the 2005 champion squad have a special place in my heart, but Scott Podsednik, or Scotty Pods, holds an even bigger spot than most. He wasn’t flashy, but he hit for average (an overrated stat that I’m a sucker for nonetheless) and stole a LOT of bases. After returning to the Sox in ’09, he went to KC for part of the ’10 season, then spent the rest of the year with the Dodgers…but now where is he?
A simple search on MLB.com reveals that Scotty is now in…Canada.
Yes, he is a Blue Jay, playing sparingly this spring due to a nasty case of plantar fasciitis, a fancy term for swollen heel tissue. He has appeared in one game so far, drawing two walks, scoring a run, and, of course, stealing a base. Not even a messed-up foot will stop him from running.
I hope he gets his foot problems in order soon and goes back to being the consistent player the South Side fondly remembers him as. I also hope he doesn’t get too fat off of all of that delicious maple syrup they have up there over the border.
In other news, Jake Peavy appears to be indomitable, with not even the flu stopping him from making his scheduled start today against the A’s. When I had the flu a couple years back, I didn’t want to walk from the couch to the television, let alone throw a baseball 40 times. But I guess he really values getting out there on a regular basis. But what if Peavy suddenly vomits on the mound, or something equally horrifying/disgusting? Ozzie’s not quite sure what to do next. In his always honest manner, he said, “Anyone own a White Sox uniform?”