Don't tempt the Baseball Gods, it's a dangerous thing
I will fully admit the Blue Jays winning streak was a lot of fun and I think we can all agree that getting Reyes back cannot hurt at any level.
Guy can catch the ball, hit the ball, run and was their best player before missing about 66 games with that gruesome ankle sprain.
But – and this is the big but – what becomes of our new favourite, Munenori Kawasaki.
Now, I’ve been around these parts for some time now and seen a lot of ‘em come and go and I honestly can’t think of a guy who has attracted so much love for what he brings on the field, court, rink, pitch, wherever, than the little shortstop does.
JYD was a fan favourite, no doubt; but there were teammates who’d roll their eyes at some of his antics.
I guess John McDonald with the TOD would be close but he was a far better fielder than Kawasaki and earned all his accolades with some the best baseball defence I’ve seen by a guy not named Roberto Alomar.
The pucks? Guess Tie Domi would be it, right? But he could play a bit, that’s for sure.
The football? Can’t think of one in either discipline.
How far is his reach? Well, we do a lot of different things here and we’ve got some reach that I’m pretty proud of and when this note from an Irregular named Bill arrived – a forwarded e-mail from a buddy of his in Japan, I presume – it kind of caught me off-guard.
Munenori Kawasaki is from Kagoshima Prefecture, where I lived in for 6 years while I was a junior-high and high school student.
He is a very nice and simple guy, famous for his extraordinary respect to Ichiro Suzuki (New York Yankees).
His nickname in Japan was "Munerin" and when he was a schoolboy his father always cheered him up saying "Mune, chesto-ike!"
That means "Hey Munenori, go!" in the dialect of Kagoshima Prefecture.
So if you Canadian fans want to cheer him up, just say "Mune, chesto-ike!" and I guarantee he will strike many more home runs!
So, now you’re Alex Anthopoulos and you’ve got Reyes back and you have to make a call on Kawasaki and what do you do?
Well, I’ll let far more learned baseball scribes figure that one out – I think Griff touches on it in here somewhere – but if I’m AA, I’ve got to keep the guy around.
Not because I’m catering to the fans because any GM in any sport who takes advice from the fans will soon be sitting among them watching games but for one other reason:
I know you can reduce everything in baseball to raw numbers – and too many do too often – but I believe there’s a mystical side to the game you don’t mess with.
Now, I’m not suggesting there’d be a Curse Of The Kawasaki or anything if they sent him out but why mess with The Baseball Gods, they could rain down from the heavens at the slightest provocation.
This might be better than the original, no?
Someone, somewhere, can spend some time in the office loafing and listening, no?
The pucks are over and it’s only June 25?
Anyway, I was sound asleep or not paying any attention when it ended (I think I could hear Coach Steve’s angst, though) but now I’m trying to figure out the greatest playoff collapse of this spring’s playoffs and this is how I rank them.
Two goals in 17 seconds at home with Game 6 sewn up? Given the opposition, the circumstances and how hard it is to give up two goals in a period or a game, let alone 17 seconds, this is one the all-timers.
Five points up with 30 seconds or so to go in a closeout game is one of the biggest spit ups of all time but it was on the road against a great, great team so it’s second.
Epic. Colossal collapse of Biblical proportions but it was on the road in the first round of the post-season.
Good story left over from the Finals.
A few of us are sitting around talking about the olden days and late nights and good parties and I heard this one again.
A grunt – and I don’t have to tell you his name but I can 100 per cent assure you it wasn’t me – heads back to his room a little blurry and a tad unsteady because it’s been a late, late night of revelry.
He’s got an early flight (why so many of us book early flights mystifies me) so he desperately needs a wakeup call; he grabs the phone:
“Yes, I like to leave a wakeup call, please.”
“What time, sir?”
“Need it for 5:30 a.m.
“You just missed it.”
Try the veal, I’m here all week.
Here’s one to think about:
If the Raptors do indeed get themselves into the draft on Thursday night – and the word around is that they’d like to – they’re going in sort of blind.
Because of the management change and the fact none of the agents of draft eligible kids would give a team without a pick a second glance, they haven’t worked out a soul individually.
Yes, they were represented at a couple of gang workouts for potential second-rounders but the guy who was there no longer works for the organization.
So they’ll be going on a wing and a prayer and what little information they’d have on these kids culled from the one or two times they might have seen them in the regular season in college or in Europe.
It might; I don’t think the workout thing is too big – those individual sessions are hardly definitive – but the meetings, the chats, the interaction away from the gym can be telling.
And they don’t have an awful lot of information on that to go on.
Best of luck.