Life, the Universe, and Strat-O-Matic

Volume I, Number 5

May 8, 2001

 

Don’t (Re)Tread on Me

 

 

I’ll Give You $5 for that Draft Pick…

Have you ever felt the frustration of not having enough draft picks to fill missing roster spots, while at the same time trying to stock up for the future? Did an All-Star pitcher elude your grasp because, even though you knew he’d be a stud while still in AA, you couldn’t swing that deal to get an extra 9th round pick, only to see the owner of that pick waste it on some 35 year old washed up 3B who happened to wonk 3 homers in 30 AB’s against left handed pitching that year? Many a collective groan has escaped the lips of Phil and myself during our drafts over the last several years when the likes of a Rheal Cormier gets taken about 17 rounds before he deserves to be. We may not be the Yankees General Manager and Head of Scouting, but at least we try not to waste too many picks. There are times when we private mail each other during on-line drafts, wondering what some of the other managers are smoking with some of their picks. The apparent buffoonery of some guys has helped our drafts out, so maybe it’s not such a bad thing when someone takes Dave Hansen’s 170 AB card freeing up C. C. Sabathia for one of us to take.

 

Granted, the value of each player taken is a subjective thing, but there is a difference in taking a legitimate addition who will help your squad this year and/or seasons in the future, and taking some guy just because:

A.     You read some skewed source of supposed baseball knowledge, even though it still lists Sid Fynch as a top prospect.

B.     You think someone has a good card even though he only hit .256, and his .360 OBP is 5 BB and 2 HBP on his card with only one solid hit.

C.     You make a “panic pick” – you need a backup SS, and even though there are only two good SS’s in the draft who both just got taken, you waste your 3rd round pick to scarf up one of six guys who hit .247 with 4 HR and 5 SB and are 3’s defensively. Instead you should have given yourself depth by taking the best OF still out there, and now he’s gonna be a mainstay in your competitors OF for the next six years.

 

In my one league this year, we had what must be a record for the league, at least 36 re-treads* by my count, and a couple more guys who may have been in the league previously. I took four re-treads myself, two of which I had cut in previous years, but three of them were taken in the last four rounds of the draft, so I feel no justification is necessary.

 

However, the overall theme of re-treads reminded me of re-treads past, (and some who are, unfortunately still present in the leagues) guys you just hated, who were generally stiffs, which caused them to be cut in the first place, and guys who just WON’T GO AWAY, no matter how much you never want to see their pathetic cards again. There have been times I was tempted to snag some of these guys just so they could waste away in my minor leagues, never to see the Show again. Here are just a few of these hemorrhoids:

 

*By re-treads I mean players who were previously cut, and re-drafted into the league.

 

 

The Legend of Tony F**kin’ Pena

At one time, Tony Pena was the primo catcher to have in Strat – a 1 rating, a -4 arm, and a .288 average with 20 HR power. This preceded the days of Piazza, Pudge, and Charles Johnson. However, Tony’s best days were long past him when “The Boys” and I were getting knee deep into Strat-O. In 1989, Pena was still putting up decent numbers, hitting .275, and getting a -2 arm. So, for a couple years, he wasn’t a bad back-up catcher. However, by about 1991, he was showing the signs of age, and shortly thereafter was finally cut, never to be seen in our league again. At least that’s what we thought. One or two guys in our league seemed to draft him back about every other year, as they were always delving into the cesspool for that third emergency catcher. And as Tony Pena would still put up the occasional .300 in 75 AB’s vs. lefties in a given season, somehow he would end up being an 8th round draft pick, despite having been cut by the same guy a year earlier. By about the third time he reared his ugly head in our league, during a draft somewhere in the mid-90’s, I just couldn’t help but blurt out “not Tony F**kin’ Pena again!?!?” From that point on, he was no longer my once revered Pittsburgh hero, but he would forever be entered into the annuls of our league as Tony F**kin’ Pena.

 

 

Say it Ain’t So, Joe…

There have been two other catchers (and I use that term loosely) who have haunted the various leagues in which I’ve been involved. They are the notorious Joe’s, Girardi and Oliver. Now, these guys, for whatever reason (maybe they know how to call for that slider at the right time, ‘cause it sure ain’t their bats) keep sticking around in the majors, though they seem to bounce from team to team every year. Unfortunately, they also seem to bounce from Strat-O team to Strat-O team too. These guys are perennial .255-.280 hitters, who may have a career combined homerun total equal to one of Sammy Sosa’s one-year totals. But, when guys are looking for a backup catcher, especially since catching has been thin in recent years, these guys keep getting snagged then released, snagged then released – it’s worse than fishing for trout who get released only to nibble the hook once again. And just when I thought it was safe to go in the water, they BOTH got re-drafted in one league this year!

 

 

Pearls Before Greg Swine-dell

When I returned to my one league after a couple year absence, there was an abandoned team that absolutely sucked. It had maybe 12 guys total out of a 45-man roster of any worth. It was that bad. So, rather than see this team exist anymore, I was allowed to pick 10 guys off the squad, then expand-draft off the remaining teams to fill out my roster. When it came to my final pick, I couldn’t decide between Greg Swindell, who was the only Cleveland pitcher of worth at the time, and who had just signed a lucrative contract with the Astros, and Kevin Brown, who, after a phenomenal season with Texas, had a couple mediocre ones in a row, showing that perhaps by pitching him 250 inning for three or four straight years wore out his arm. Boy, do I wish I had that one back. Anyway, Swindell got his pink slip the next year. That would be the end of him. But, nooo-oooo, in his latter years, he was turned into a relief pitcher. And, even though he must be near about 72 years old, every couple of years he shuts down lefties, and sometimes even righties. So, every two or three drafts, he’ll make his way back into the league, much like a Brad Penny…no, wait a minute, he’s actually a prospect…I mean a bad penny.

 

 

The Bubble Boy

I must admit that at one time I too was guilty of harboring a player who deserved to be cut time and again, only to resurface in my bullpen year after year. When I expand-drafted back into my one league in 1993, one player I was able to grab was one of my favorite pitchers, Chuck McElroy. He became one of my favorites while pitching for the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Red Barons while I was working for the team. After one exceptional season in the majors, he followed it up with a mediocre one, enabling me to snag him. I held onto him for a couple years, hoping he would rekindle that fireball that made him fun to watch pitch. Sure enough, he finally put up great numbers again in the mid-90’s, and was a welcome addition to the pen. However, after about two more good years, he went back to putting up average ones, in which he was mildly useful, sort of getting lefties out. For three straight years he was “on the bubble” when it came to cut time. Since this league instituted a salary cap, he was usually spared, simply because he made no money, and keeping him meant I didn’t need to draft a third lefty reliever. Last year, after a horrendous season, and with a salary over $1 million, I finally gave him his walking papers. What was scary though, was the fact that he actually has a decent card this year. While he got re-drafted in two of my leagues, at least no one took him in the league in which I had cut him….although someone probably should have.

 

 

The Mets’ Savior 1997. No, 1998. No, 1999.

Ok, so I probably had a couple guys who annoyed other people just by being on my roster. At least this guy never got a card to bother people with. Now that I live near Norfolk, VA, the home of the Mets’ AAA club, the hype of every new Mets prospect sometimes got to me. I stunned everyone four years ago with what most people actually thought was a good pick: I took Paul Wilson in the middle of the draft when he was still a year away from the majors. At least he was supposed to be. For three years he blew out his arm, ending his season and chance at being the next Roger Clemens. Again, I was tempted to cut him three times, but since he made no money, couldn’t justify cutting him and keeping some $5 million stiff who wasn’t going to play for me either, but was taking up much needed salary space. For the moment, at least, I have the last laugh though. Thanks to staying healthy and being traded to Tampa, Wilson put up 51 good innings last year, and is currently in my bullpen. At least I didn’t take him in the second round this year.

 

 

The All-Stuff Team

Several years back, Phil and I were watching a game, and some guy struck out, or made a bad play, whatever. As we were prone to do, one of us (I can’t exactly remember which) attempted to berate him out loud. However, whichever one of us it was couldn’t decide between saying “You stiff” and “You duff”, and it came out “You stuff”. (STiff + dUFF = STUFF). Since then, we have used our own conjugation when referring to players who stink. Here are a few more of these stuffs who keep finding their way, not only to major league rosters, but to become an albatross in our Strat-O leagues:

Mike Fetters – or Mike Fetid, as we like to call him. This guy has had maybe three useable years out of about 14 in the majors. At one time he was considered a premier closer. But considering Jose Mesa is still used as a closer despite going 25 hits over innings every year, I guess he ain’t that bad.

Walt Weiss – the former Rookie of the Year who never really put up exceptional numbers, yet he keeps resurfacing. If only Strat-O would take away his blasted 2 defensively.

Chad Kreuter – I didn’t even realize this guy was still in baseball until someone re-drafted him this year. He must have the same magical agent as Girardi and Oliver.

Tom Goodwin – some guys think he’s an asset. I think he’s just an ass. Yes, he occasionally hits over his weight, and yes, he usually gets a 2 defensively, and yes, he steals bases, and yes, in an 18- or more team league he probably has his usefulness. But when it comes to a 10- or 12 - team All-Star league, who would you rather have in CF – a guy who gets 16 extra base hits in 700 PA with a whopping .282 average, or Brian Giles, or Jim Edmonds, or Carl Everett, or Mark McGwire? (I know McGwire is a 1B, but I’d be tempted to put him in CF before playing Goodwin.) As one guy once described Juan Pierre and his lack of power, Goodwin makes Rey Ordonez look like a real slugger.

Otis Nixon – see Goodwin. Thank goodness the coke-head has finally retired.

Willie McGee – In his day, he was stud. In the last four years of his career, he was just a nuisance. One of those guys who just wouldn’t give up the ghost, and kept getting 400 PA with a .272 average, keeping him around in some leagues.

Doug Henry – how does this guy keep pitching? He can’t seem to find the plate, as his numerous walks indicate, and he when he does, the ball tends to become a satellite, as the big black diamonds all over his card suggest.

Rick Reed – This guy was washed up back in the minors in the early ‘90’s. His one-year resurgence with New York suddenly made him a household name. It’s one thing for a rookie to have a no-name card by not having paid his Player’s Association dues yet, but this guy’s been pitching for years now. Get a name, or get out of the league.

John Franco – another 97 year old pitcher who somehow does just enough to stick around in leagues year after year.

Kevin Tapani, Aaron Sele, Scott Erickson, Shane Reynolds, Steve Trachsel, Dave Burba, Mark Gardner, Brad Radke – good major league pitchers, mostly due to the fact that they can pitch 200+ innings every year without losing 18 games, but guys you’re just sick of beating up on in Strat-O leagues. (In all fairness, Radke is younger and not as bad a pitcher as some of the other guys, but I still think he sucks.)

 

Sure, Barry Bonds and Matt Williams and Randy Johnson have pissed me off time and again, but that’s just because someone else has them, and they usually have very good cards that sometimes beat me in games. And I know Mike Piazza has earned many a beanball from my opponents as he has wracked up well over 300 HR for me since drafting him in 1994. But, if Sammy Sosa rolls a solid homerun on his own card to beat Mariano Rivera in the 9th inning, them’s the breaks. It’s when Jose Vizcaino hits a two-out TR 1-2 fly B 3-20 to beat me that makes me want to throw dice across the room.

 

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