Saturday, February 05, 2005
edit: The Tigers have apparently signed Magglio Ordonez to a 5 year, $75 million deal. Yes, the Tigs had an offseason that started out promising with the signing of Troy Percival and then degenerated into a litany of disappointments. Yes, Maggs had that freakish knee injury and is 31 years old. Yes, there was pressure for Dombrowski to do something to prove that the offseason wasn't a complete bust.
Desperation move? Hard to tell.
The contract looks a little long and a little high, but then again the agent here was Scott Boras, so that's to be expected. The Tigs can void his contract if his knee acts up again with the same injury and puts him on the DL for 25 days, which sounds good, but makes me worry a little bit that he'll get some sort of attendant injury that won't be specifically covered under the contract, and they'll be stuck with him. I don't know too much about bone marrow edema, but apparently it's "bad in the long-term; BME is a predictor of serious arthritis, gait imbalances, and increased risk for fractures near the affected bones." Sounds lovely.
If he's healthy, he'll ramp up our offense, which we sure can use. Detroit had a lot of youth last year, so they should be getting better season by season, and we'll need some big bats to back them up. Magglio will be good for that. If healthy. If.
And in the last year of his contract? Ugh. You never know, but a 5 year contract for someone over 30 with a pre-existing knee problem? I don't want to worry about three seasons from now before I worry about this coming season-- unlike the Sox, the Tigers can't afford to slide backwards a little bit. I'd like to see them at least hit .500 this season. So maybe Ordonez was a good pickup. For now.
Hearing Rodney Harrison on Sportscenter talk about how they try to piss Tom Brady off with a hardcore practice routine they call 'The Dirty Show' almost makes being this ill OK. Apparently they go all out with tackling and pressuring and whatnot, and when they intercept a ball they do little dances, spike the ball, all those things that drive quarterbacks nuts. Rodney says that Brady reacts by "goin' crazy, cussin' us out."
Apparently before the last Superbowl they almost came to blows over the Dirty Show. Troy Brown was running a route, and Rodney grabbed onto him. Brady was furious, and they didn't speak to each other for a day, although they were fine after that. Brady seems sort of rueful about the whole thing, like he recognizes that on some level it's funny and is making him a better player but still gets pretty damn pissed at his D when they do it... "[I told him] Don't try to ruin our practice by cheating, but, well, Rodney likes to cheat." Rodney seems to treat the whole thing with great glee, but then, would we expect anything else?
Oh yeah, and a long-awaited day for Fins fans everywhere: Dan Marino has been inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
So congrats to ol' Danny boy, and everyone who helped make him great. Some other people got inducted too, but really, who cares about them?
I just got off the phone with the guy who's running tomorrow's Superbowl party. I am sick. I also hate the phone.
Trevor: Hey, Sam, it's Trevor.
Me: Hey. Whas goin on?
Trevor: Are you coming to the par-tay tomorrow? It's gonna be great!
Me: I dunno, I'b kinda sigg righ now. Things like 'gettigg out of bed' and 'leavigg the room' aren' goin so well. Iss gonna depend on how sigg I am tomorrow.
Me: I'b kinda sigg, Trebbor. *cough cough wheeze wheeze sniffle*
Trevor: What? Are you OK? You sound kinda sick.
Me: Yes. I am.
Trevor: So are you coming?
Me (very, very patiently): I don know Trebbor. Is gonna depend on how I feel, I thigg.
Trevor: Because you should come.
Me: Yes, I wan to go, but there's no way I'b goigg if I feel like this tomorrow. I can barely move or breathe.
Trevor: The Patriots are playing!
Me: I am aware.
Trevor: So you should come.
Trevor's end (someone in the background, not sure who): Dude, is she coming?
Trevor (completely neglecting to cover the mouthpiece of the phone): I dunno man, she's pretty sick, sounds awful.
Me: Thaggs, Trebbor. Thaggs a bunch.
The moral of the story is, I'm pretty sick. And hate the phone. If I am, indeed, still too sick to move tomorrow, expect one of those running game diary things to pop up here after the Superbowl. It's not like I'll be able to do work at that point anyways.
And a sidenote, if anyone has trouble seeing the header image I just put up, please let me know. I can't exactly test it on a bunch of different platforms, so I know it looks pretty good in Safari on a Mac running OS 10.3.7, but I've no idea how it looks to the rest of you kids. Drop me a line via email or the comments and I shall be relatively thankful.