In my annual ranking of the Top 72 Prospects in the Rangers system, I had outfielder Nomar Mazara number one overall and catcher-first baseman Brett Nicholas rounding out the list at number 72.
They’re likely on a plane together this morning, destined for Anaheim.
In my rankings chapter in the Bound Edition, I concluded Mazara’s write-up this way: “Mazara is the Rangers’ next right fielder. Not sure how soon — but he’s the next man up.”
I finished Nicholas’s with this: “[H]e turned 27 in July . . . and it’s hard to imagine he’ll see Arlington at this point unless it’s an emergency situation that the front office hadn’t anticipated and otherwise prepared for.”
And here we are. Shin-Soo Choo (right calf strain) and Robinson Chirinos (right forearm fracture) are headed to the disabled list today, and Mazara and Chirinos are headed to the big leagues.
In Mazara’s case, it’s an expedited (and much-anticipated) debut brought about by the Choo injury, much as Joey Gallo’s arrival came earlier than expected last summer, when Adrian Beltre was sidelined.
As for Nicholas — who was drafted out of the University of Missouri three picks after Detroit selected TCU’s Bryan Holaday in 2010’s sixth round — it’s a qualified emergency, though it would be unfair to suggest the organization wasn’t prepared at catcher. The Rangers stockpiled plenty of experienced depth behind the plate this winter; the problem is that not only is Chirinos now sidelined — so are Chris Gimenez (leg infection) and Michael McKenry (abdominal strain). Round Rock has started its season with Nicholas and Pat Cantwell (who didn’t get a non-roster invite to camp this spring) at catcher, and the more experienced (and more offensively oriented) Nicholas is the one who gets the call, even as the Rangers will undoubtedly resume conversations they had with other teams a couple weeks ago when they ultimately acquired Holaday from the Tigers.
Because Nicholas is not on the 40-man roster, someone will be removed before today’s game. A pitcher like Anthony Ranaudo or Alex Claudio could be on the bubble, though the prognosis on Chirinos could make him a 60-day disabled list candidate, which would take him off the 40 and make room for Nicholas.
We should expect Mazara’s stay to last as long as Choo’s absence — though the same was anticipated last summer when Gallo replaced Beltre, and Gallo remained with the big club for about a week after Beltre’s reinstatement. Mazara certainly has the ability to extend his stay, though once Choo is healthy it would mean Mazara sharing time with either Ian Desmond or Delino DeShields in left field (assuming all outfielders are active at that point), and there’s a whole lot that would need to happen between now and then to even begin to speculate on that.
Not worth it. It will be enough to watch Nomar Mazara face big league pitching for a couple weeks, if not more (he’ll turn 21 on the day Choo will be eligible for reactivation), and get a glimpse of a big part of this team’s future.
As for Nicholas, a left-handed hitter with Mitch Moreland’s build and a little pop in the bat, Texas won’t run a straight platoon while he’s up. Chances are he’ll catch once a week, at least at the outset. It wouldn’t surprise me to see him debut when A.J. Griffin takes the ball next on Wednesday — it’s a day game after a night game, Texas is facing a righthander (Seattle’s Taijuan Walker), and it would give Nicholas several days to get acclimated, perhaps by Griffin’s side in the dugout.
There will be talk show segments right away focused on Milwaukee’s Jonathan Lucroy and San Diego’s Derek Norris, both of whom were rumored to have been the subject of Texas trade discussions before the club acquired Holaday.
But imagine you’re Brewers GM David Stearns or Padres GM A.J. Preller.
Your window realistically doesn’t open wide for another year or two.
Your previous proposals for Lucroy or Norris reportedly involved names like Gallo, Profar, Brinson, Tate, Gonzalez, Kela, and Faulkner.
Are you going to back off now that Texas has lost its frontline catcher for more than a third of a season in which it expects to win?
Of course not.
Texas isn’t going to trade players in that tier for two seasons of Lucroy or three of Norris.
And Milwaukee and San Diego, most likely, aren’t going to ask for less.
(If something else is involved? Buster Olney [ESPN] tweeted this morning that Texas and San Diego had talks this winter involving Norris and righthander Andrew Cashner on one side and Profar on the other, but “concerns about Cashner’s arm scuttled that.”)
(Still don’t see it.)
Here’s the thing. Last summer, faced with an even greater “emergency” at catcher when Chirinos and Carlos Corporan were both sidelined, Jon Daniels summoned Gimenez from AAA and claimed Bobby Wilson on waivers from Tampa Bay (his fifth organization). The two journeymen more than held their own as they shared duties during a 21-12 run in August and early September.
That’s not to say that you get comfortable with a Holaday-Nicholas tandem and unplug your phone. The Rangers will be proactive in looking for opportunities to improve, if for no other reason than to make sure they’re further protected in Round Rock in case of yet another catcher injury.
But they’re not going to trade a core major league piece or a package of frontline prospects for Lucroy or Norris. At least I don’t think so. A trade with Detroit to get Wilson back, for instance, would make more sense, as he’s familiar with the Rangers’ pitching staff and wouldn’t cost nearly as much to acquire.
In the meantime, by all accounts it appears that prospects number 1 and number 72, at least in my own estimation, are en route to to the start of their big league careers, and while the circumstances necessitating it are unwelcome, if you take a step back it’s a pretty exciting thing for a future star and a minor league grinder to get their shot, and their own opportunities to help the franchise that found them win baseball games at the highest level.
I want A.J. Griffin to keep doing that. Change speeds, change eye levels, stay around the plate — but all around the plate, serve up lots of bad contact, take care of two-thirds of the game, especially on a night when the bullpen needs a breather. You could do a whole lot worse at the number five rotation slot, and if things hold up until Yu Darvish returns, Griffin could make one heck of a long reliever as he posts up towards a workload he hasn’t logged since 2013.
I want Griffin to keep doing that because I want the 28-year-old to succeed, far more than I might have otherwise, because I know how much I’m craving (and driven by) the thought of getting back on the diamond or tennis court on my stupid little level.
I hope you heard Griffin on either the TV or radio postgame show last night. You could hear the emotion that had built up over the course of the journey back. Very cool.
Griffin, who held Rangers-killers Mike Trout, Albert Pujols, and C.J. Cron to a single and a walk in seven trips, had last won a big league game (or a game at any level) on September 12, 2013. In recording the victory last night, he became the first pitcher to start at least 15 big league games, then not appear in the majors for at least the next two full seasons, and then win one of his team’s first five games in his first season back on the mound since California starter Rudy May did so in the first week of the 1969 season.
May had a lifetime record of 4-0 in Arlington, a mark from which Cole Hamels (6-0 in Arlington, trailing only Barry Zito [winner of his first eight] and Darvish ) cannot distance further tonight since he’s pitching in Anaheim, and the more interesting footnote to tonight’s game is that it pits Hamels against Angels ace Garrett Richards, the same matchup as Game 162 six months ago, when Hamels went the distance, three-hitting Los Angeles in a 9-2 victory in which Richards and the first three of five Angels relievers surrendered Rangers runs.
I want to remind everyone, and not for the last time, that Hamels wanted to be in Texas so much that he said no in July to Houston, which had said no in September 2014 to Jeff Banister, and I wonder whether the consequence of the latter showed up anywhere on Cole and Heidi’s list of 50 factors, which reminds me that in January 2011 the Angels said no to Adrian Beltre (surely among the 50 Hamels factors), after which Texas and Beltre said yes to each other, days after which Los Angeles, still seeking a right-handed bat, traded Mike Napoli and Frosty Rivera to Toronto for Vernon Wells, days after which the Blue Jays traded Napoli (whom the Angels would never discuss with Texas) to the Rangers for Frankie Francisco, and right there’s a whole lot of very important Rangers history, part of which I hope will repeat itself soon, namely, the Rangers and their third baseman exchanging yes’s again.
I want that.
It has to make sense for both sides. Texas isn’t going to get a one-year commitment. Beltre isn’t going to get three guaranteed years at the rate of a similarly productive player ten years younger. There’s room between those two points for minds to meet.
I want that.
I want to point out — back to Hamels briefly — that the veteran beast told the Dallas Morning News this week: “The scouting here is much more reliant on analytics than I had [with the Phillies]. So much of what I did before was based on experience. . . . I’ve been able to get stuff from the analytics [here] that allows me to get something about [opponents’] approaches and get a better feel for their strengths and weaknesses.”
I want to say how happy I am that Cole Hamels is happy to be a Texas Ranger.
I want to believe that last night’s win in Anaheim signals an awakening on some level of this team’s bats, because through this 2-3 start the starting pitching has been really solid, coming three Derek Holland outs short of five quality starts out of five in the first roll through the rotation. The defense has been excellent, too.
I want Rougned Odor, who blew last night’s game open with his two-run bomb in the third, to rifle a handful of singles or gapped extra-base hits before he homers again. He’s been swinging out of his shoes a little over this first week, and he’s better than that.
While Odor is a completely different type of player from Delino DeShields, and the long ball is certainly part of Odor’s game, last night’s shot made me think of when DeShields blasted his first big league home run last August 14 with a shot straight down the left field line off Rays reliever Steve Geltz. I worried then about it taking DeShields out of his approach. He proceeded to hit .182 with one extra-base hit over his next 48 plate appearances.
I want to believe that DeShields is the player whose presence in the Rangers lineup translated to a 72-49 record in 2015 (and in whose absence Texas went 16-25).
A team that won at a .595 clip all season last year (the Rangers’ percentage when DeShields played) would have posted a 96-66 record over a full 162, which would have been best in the American League.
A team with a .390 winning percentage (63-99, which would have been the Deshields-less record, extrapolated) would have been the AL’s worst.
In WAR ranking last year, DeShields (1.1) trailed teammates Beltre, Shin-Soo Choo, Mitch Moreland, Elvis Andrus, Prince Fielder, Odor, and Robinson Chirinos, and was tied with Leonys Martin. Basically, among position players, DeShields ranked last among Texas regulars.
And yet, there are those remarkably disparate winning percentages.
Does that make any sense, that a player statistically worth roughly one more team win over a full season than a “replacement player” would be the difference, by himself, between a team playing at a league-best clip and one playing at a league-worst?
Of course not.
But there are elements to DeShields’s game that clearly change the complexion of the attack, that make the whole machine seem to hum a lot better. (Statcast points out that DeShields reached a run velo of 21 miles per hour 132 different times last year, while only seven other big leaguers managed to reach that mark even 50 times.)
Still, there were three or four things DeShields did in last night’s game, on both offense and defense, that made me hope there’s another level he just hasn’t yet found.
Maybe he’s a nine-hole hitter, ideally. Maybe he’s a left fielder. Or a fourth outfielder who plays a lot.
Or, as is sometimes the case — remember that this club has two very promising outfielders getting close to the big leagues, and a third that they’re locked into for lots of money over lots of years — maybe DeShields will ultimately be more valuable to the organization as a trade asset.
But that ignores those win percentage numbers, and also sells short the idea that a 23-year-old with just two seasons of experience above Class A one and just one above Class AA might have another gear or two that he can reach, perhaps less physically than in his decision-making on the field.
I want to be patient.
But a year from now, if it’s a day on which he’s in the lineup, I want DeShields hitting ninth. I think that the 2017 leadoff hitter isn’t in the organization right now — or that he’s playing shortstop in Round Rock (though I do understand the reasoning behind having center fielder James Jones in that slot in the Express’s first two games).
Both of which were wins.
Same as Frisco.
Same as High Desert.
Same as Hickory.
The Rangers’ farm system is 8-0 to start the season. Which doesn’t matter.
But still, it’s cool to see the organization’s affiliates — which are generally among the youngest in their respective leagues — playing well, led by lots of kids who will eventually help Texas win, whether in Rangers uniforms or as parts of Rangers trades.
On that subject, and without straying too far from the point above, no, I don’t know where Profar fits. I want to put off for now how that works in Texas defensively, because I don’t know.
Other than it won’t be in Odor’s place.
Same goes for second basemen Travis Demeritte (High A High Desert: four home runs in two games) and Andy Ibanez (Low A Hickory: 6 for 9 plus a walk, with a home run and a triple mixed in). All that will work itself out over the next few years.
I don’t know where Joey Gallo fits, either, but he’s seen 43 pitches in seven plate appearances in Round Rock’s first two games, and I’m not sure I could be any more fired up about that.
Frisco closer Matt Bush, on back-to-back nights? That’s not an accident.
A week ago, Baseball Prospectus solicited predictions from 38 of its writers for the 2016 season, and in the AL West only two teams drew first-place votes. Houston got the nod 30 times, while Texas garnered eight votes.
And yet, zero BP writers had the Astros winning the World Series.
While five said Texas. (No other American League club got more than two votes.)
That’s pretty telling.
That group of writers, collectively, must believe there are some intangibles at work for the Rangers that don’t favor the Astros. Maybe it has something to do with Banister, or Beltre, or Hamels.
BP’s predictions don’t matter, of course, and to a great extent neither does the fact that both Texas and Houston sport losing records at the moment, which is not to diminish the importance of every game, which is the same for Game 1 as it is for Game 11 or Game 111.
And as it was for Game 5, when a pitcher who hadn’t stepped on a big league mound in more than two and a half years took the ball and ended up meeting his new set of teammates at the center of the diamond for game-ending daps, having preserved a lead he inherited from the start, saving his bullpen in large part, and helping the Rangers draw closer to a season-opening .500 mark they plan to trample past very soon, on the way to something that won’t end with Game 162.
In 2010, the Rangers opened the season at home. They beat Toronto on Opening Day, though it took a ninth-inning comeback culminating in a Jarrod Saltalamacchia walkoff single — his only hit as a Ranger that year — to do it.
They dropped the other two games in the series, with the bullpen taking both losses — the finale in particularly brutal fashion, as closer Frankie Francisco came on to protect a lead in the ninth before allowing the Jays to hit for the cycle in the inning and bat around.
The Rangers pen allowed eight runs in that series.
And if it weren’t for an improbable comeback in one of the games, they’d have been swept in their own house.
All that might seem vaguely familiar.
Texas went to its first World Series that year.
Last year, the Rangers didn’t win consecutive games until May.
In fact, they had 72 different three-game stretches in 2015 in which they lost more than they won.
One of those was the opening three, against what would turn out to be the league’s worst team. Texas beat Oakland once, and lost the other two games — both of which were blowout shutouts.
The Rangers won the division.
We have 98.1 percent of the season to go.
Let’s go, Derek.
You guys take care of some business, and we’ll see you back here in a week.
That’s the Rangers’ last two Opening Days.
Aside from the fact that Texas managed a mere single in last year’s opener and again yesterday (and that Leonys Martin went hitless in both games), Oakland 8, Texas 0 and Texas 3, Seattle 2 really weren’t all that alike, and not only in the result.
Sonny Gray issued one walk (and that wasn’t until the eighth inning). Felix Hernandez walked five.
Yovani Gallardo was taken deep in the first inning and never found a rhythm. Cole Hamels was taken deep in the first (and again in the second) and locked in after that, masterfully (allowing just two more hits, both Chris Iannetta ground ball singles, and not yielding a single flyout).
Rougned Odor, a year ago, saw three pitches in three plate appearances. Odor, yesterday, saw 15 pitches in four trips. Only two Rangers saw more.
And that, Monday, was a big deal.
When Odor stepped in to lead off the fifth, King Felix was nursing a 2-0 lead and was dealing. Only three balls had left the infield at that point, and he seemed to have all his pitches working. He was missing the zone regularly, but that’s always been a big part of his game, against Texas as much as anyone — he went 5-0, 1.83 against the Rangers last season, and my memory of those games is full of breaking balls and changeups diving beneath the zone, and chased.
The book on Odor, of course, is that he’s as restless a hitter as there is in this lineup, which is the smell of fear to an artist like Hernandez. Odor was 2 for 17 (.118) off the Seattle ace coming into the game — seven strikeouts, no walks — and didn’t draw a single base on balls in spring training last month . . . in 43 plate appearances.
As a rookie in 2014, Odor didn’t draw a walk in his first 67 trips to the plate. Last year, he walked just seven times in his first 119 trips, most of which preceded (and helped to trigger) his early-May demotion to AAA. He’s never had a season, in the minors or the bigs, in which he drew more than 33 unintentional walks.
The Seattle game plan for going after Odor, especially with King Felix on the mound, was predictable.
And yet, in Odor’s first at-bat, in the bottom of the second with Texas already down, 2-0, he watched three pitches sail by (strike, ball, ball) before grounding out to second base.
With the same score on the board when Odor next came up, leading off the bottom of the fifth inning with Hernandez at an economical 53 pitches, he watched a first-pitch curveball settle in up and away.
He let the next pitch go by, another curve, this one in on the hands.
Odor then took a fastball inside, for ball three.
At 3-0, he took a fastball at the knees. Strike one.
Then another fastball in, and Odor took his base.
In nine pitches over his first two trips to the plate, Odor swung the bat one time. I don’t think Elias is going to take the time to check whether he’d ever managed to do that before in what is now an 912-plate-appearance career in the big leagues (including playoffs), along with another 1,560 trips in the minors, but I’ve got a hunch that it was a first.
And it triggered the crooked number on the board that proved decisive on Monday.
Odor took off running on the first pitch to Elvis Andrus — another part of the young second baseman’s game he intends to turn the dial up on this year — and stole second. He reached third when Corey Seager fumbled Andrus’s soft grounder toward the hole. He held up on Robinson Chirinos’s safety squeeze, determining the bunt had too much on it as it bounced toward the mound. He saw Delino DeShields work his own walk to load the bases, and trotted home when Shin-Soo Choo’s five-pitch trip resulted in ball four.
At that point, Hernandez had thrown 19 pitches in the inning. And 14 of them were balls.
Not all that infrequently, he can still make that work, as hitters turn pitches hurtling out of the zone into swinging strikes. But not on Monday. At least not in the fifth inning.
Rougned Odor got that going.
The headlines this morning will be about Prince Fielder’s ducksnort to short left that accounted for the Rangers’ entire hits column, and about Hamels, who was dominant after allowing two early runs (completely reminiscent of his previous start at Globe Life Park, the Game 162 gem in which he was down 2-0 four batters into the game before shutting the Angels down the rest of the way), and about Jake Diekman and Shawn Tolleson, two quietly brilliant Jon Daniels acquisitions who threw a commanding inning each to seal the win.
And properly so.
But there’s another guy who deserves some major props for what he did to change that game. He didn’t get the hit, he didn’t drive in a run, and the run he scored was at the same leisurely trot from third that teammates were taking at the same time from second and from first and from the plate.
Rougned Odor was solid, and at times sensational, on defense yesterday, but we’ve seen that before.
It was his patience at the plate that set up a momentum change, and a scoreboard flip, in Texas 3, Seattle 2, and perhaps more importantly, if it signals a change in Odor’s game as a whole, then those “Breakout Candidates” and “MVP Ballot” articles we’ve seen his name in nationally in the last few days may turn out to have some legs.
Coming into Monday, Seattle had won nine straight Opening Day games, one short of tying a 120-year-old record.
King Felix had been 6-0, with a Live Ball Era-best 1.49 ERA, in eight career Opening Day starts.
He’d won five straight against the Rangers, as mentioned above.
Cole Hamels (who, let’s not forget, said no to Houston) had never won on Opening Day, and in fact had started each of the last five seasons with an 0-1 record.
Texas hadn’t won a game in which it collected one hit since July 27, 1993, a game in which Rafael Palmeiro’s seventh-inning solo shot off Kevin Appier led to a 1-0 victory over the Royals and a year in which “Whoomp! (There It Is)” made Tag Team a quintessential one-hit wonder.
No team (since 1900, at least) had ever won a season opener with one hit or fewer, or been held to one hit or fewer on consecutive Opening Days.
Most trends are bound to turn around at some point. Texas 3, Seattle 2 was one of the strangest Opening Days ever, if not one of the strangest games, and not just because the Rangers won on a single base hit or because Texas outfielders were about as involved in the action as the new netting over the dugouts or because, in my own case, for the first time since this ballpark opened 22 years ago, the year after “Whoomp! (There It Is)” was released, I wasn’t there to take it in.
We’ve seen Rougned Odor make an impact in the big leagues with his power and with his glove and with his recognition that a catcher’s return toss deflecting off a hitter’s bat may just be a live ball.
I can’t remember a game Odor helped win with his patience at the plate.
If what we saw yesterday was a maturing approach out of the 22-year-old, and not a rarity along the lines of winning a baseball game on the strength of one base hit, well then, you know, party on, party people, let me hear some noise.
Is it lazy or inspired when Dale Hansen airs his “Thank God for Kids” segment each holiday season, with the exact same grainy video clips, every single year?
Dale’s really good at that sort of thing, and could absolutely update the visuals, but he doesn’t, and instead we see the same standard-def images of short shorts and zipper cuts annually on that next-to-last Sunday night on the calendar, every year since 1983.
It’s with equal parts laziness and inspiration — by which I mean it’s just about all laziness — that I reissue this from April 1, 2011, the first morning of Rangers baseball that counted following the club’s first World Series, heading into what would be another World Series season, and once again wish you a Happy New Year in 2016.
I made a few changes to update things (very un-Hansen-like of me), included in which was a single sentence kindly sparing everyone from having to instead endure a free-form essay on youth baseball this morning. I know some of you think there’s never an acceptable time for that — but even I agree that today’s not the day.
It’s your favorite author’s brand new book, just out of your mailbox and out of the corrugated box and out of the shrink-wrap.
It’s the last day of school, May 25, 1983, and Return of the Jedi opens as soon as the bell rings.
It’s anniversary reservations at that restaurant.
It’s a new season of Better Call Saul, a new Radiohead CD, a cold beverage and some Chuy’s fresca by the pool with a bunch of friends.
It’s an 11-year-old at the plate, down in the count 1-2, seeing the pitch come out of the righty’s low slot, middle-out, ripe for a walkoff three-run triple (and a win in relief), and coming out of his load with intent.
It’s the end of the previews, and lights dim even further.
It’s Chuck Morgan’s voice and Eric Nadel’s voice and those smells.
It’s a beltline of unfurled bunting, one of the two times each season — if things go right — that it’s broken out.
“You look forward to it, like a birthday party when you’re a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen.”
Joe DiMaggio once said that about this day.
The Magic Number is 163. It’s a beautiful number.
There are no more sleeps to count off, only the aggravating crawl of the clock. Fight through it.
Here’s to the awesomeness of a division-title-defending Page One.
Stephen Strasburg gave up five home runs in his three seasons at San Diego State.
He’s allowed two homers this spring for the Nationals.
[Editor’s note: Please don’t assume you’ve subscribed to the wrong report. At least not yet.]
In 2009, Strasburg’s junior year at SDSU, he was taken deep four times in 109 dominant innings (195 strikeouts, 19 walks, 65 hits, 1.32 ERA) en route to one of the most unsurprising 1.1 selections in MLB Draft history.
One of those four times was on April 24 that spring, when, heading into the seventh inning, he’d blanked TCU at home on one hit (an infield single), punching out a dozen as his Aztec teammates had staked him to a seemingly insurmountable 4-0 lead.
Strasburg, as he’d done all season, was flat dealing.
Top of the seventh:
Failed sacrifice bunt attempt.
Three-run home run, junior catcher Bryan Holaday, cutting San Diego State’s lead to 4-3, a score that would hold up.
Fast-forward nearly seven years, to March 5, 2016, a few weeks ago.
Strasburg, in his first start of the spring, struck out the side in the first, setting Tigers hitters Jose Igelsias, Victor Martinez, and J.D. Martinez down swinging around a Mike Aviles single. He threw 10 pitches that inning — and you can figure out exactly how that went, from the previous sentence.
Top of the second inning:
Strasburg strikes Nick Castellanos out — again on three pitches.
Walks Tyler Collins.
Strikes out John Mayberry looking — on three pitches.
Two-run home run, Detroit catcher Bryan Holaday (who would add another two-run homer in his next at-bat, this time off of A.J. Cole).
Holaday and Strasburg have never faced each other in an official pro game. Not when they both played in the AA Eastern League in 2011 or the AAA International League in 2015, and not during the 2012 or 2013 or 2014 or 2015 big league seasons in which they both played. They won’t face off in 2016, either, assuming neither one changes teams, unless it’s in very late October, in which case a link to this report will be found in the most obnoxious ICYMI tweet I’ve ever tweeted.
In an interview he did after the April 2009 bomb off the man considered the greatest college pitcher in years, Holaday said: “Turns out I made ‘Baseball Tonight’ with that one. Andrew Cashner called and said I made ‘Baseball Tonight,’ so that was pretty fun.”
Cashner was a first-round pick out of TCU (1.19) in 2008, the year before Strasburg went first overall (1.1), which was a year before Holaday went on Day Two to Detroit (6.193), days before he would tie an all-time College World Series record by homering four times in Omaha (matching, among others, J.D. Drew, former Rangers farmhand Tommy Mendonca, and former unsigned Rangers draftee Brad Ticehurst) — in what was TCU’s first-ever CWS appearance — and also received the 2010 Johnny Bench Award as the top Division I catcher in the nation.
I did some reading up on Holaday last night, and saw that Rangers pre/postgame host Jared Sandler heard from three Tigers pitchers who said they loved throwing to the 28-year-old and that, despite being a bench player, he was a “great clubhouse guy and a great leader.”
A player who suited up with Holiday at TCU told Sandler that he was “the best teammate I’ve ever had.”
I have no idea whether Cashner was the former Horned Frog that Sandler talked to, but given what appears a fairly consistent book on Holaday’s makeup let’s assume Cashner would embrace the same opinion of Holaday as a teammate.
Cashner is a free agent in seven months.
Now, you should attach no more present implications to the fact that Cashner picked up a phone from Daytona, Florida, calling his old college catcher about an ESPN highlight two days before making his own season debut against the High Class A Lakeland Tigers (which would ironically be Holaday’s first pro team a little more than a year later), than you would to the widely known story that Astros executive advisor Nolan Ryan was Cashner’s idol growing up in Conroe and that Ryan was a big fan of Cashner going into the 2008 draft in which Texas instead took Justin Smoak, the eventual piece that carried the Cliff Lee deal, and the fact that Astros president Reid Ryan pitched at TCU a decade and a half before Cashner doesn’t change the reality that, for baseball’s top free agents annually, business is business.
You should put no more stock in Cashner and Holaday’s background together than in Ken Rosenthal’s predictions today that Texas will return to the World Series this year (losing to the Cubs), led by American League MVP Rougned Odor, or in MLB Network Radio hosts Casey Stern and Steve Phillips making the Rangers the AL pennant winners as well, with Stern (whose extraordinary three-part “Deep in the Heart of Texas” series on the Rangers concluded today) elaborating to suggest Texas will down the Giants (it’s an even-numbered year, after all) to win the whole thing, or in the Rangers completing a five-game Cactus League sweep of the World Champion Royals with today’s 5-1 victory.
But it’s fun to think about, and Holaday being here, one would think, certainly can’t hurt.
Now, it’s possible that Holaday (who hit .438/.455/.969 in 32 Tiger spring training at-bats, fanning just twice, and cutting down three of five would-be basestealers) isn’t even here when the Rangers season ends (though he’s going to be here when it begins, as Chris Gimenez is evidently headed to the disabled list). It’s perhaps probable that San Diego moves Cashner by July, maybe even to his hometown Astros for Francis Martes, Michael Feliz, and Colin Moran, and that Houston locks the righthander up long-term before he ever hits the market. It’s conceivable the Rangers have no interest in Cashner in the first place.
And, again, this sort of conjecture doesn’t even rise to the level of spitballing. It’s nothing more than a groovy little tie-in (well, you can be the judge of that) which springboards a far-too-long essay from a hobbled lawyer who would very much like for baseball games that count to go ahead and get here.
It’s kind of cool to imagine the conversation Holaday and Cashner might have had last night, seven years after they talked on the phone about “Baseball Tonight,” a discussion between a one-year Horned Frog whose catcher was also in his first year at TCU (after playing for North Central Texas College as a freshman), a 2008 season after which the closer was drafted for the fourth time, this time in the first round, and the sophomore catcher was named First-Team All-Conference at the position.
Wonder if they talked about this coming winter.
When Stephen Strasburg is also on track to be a free agent and may want to sign wherever Bryan Holaday is playing.
Because, you know.
Peter Gammons, citing the “unmatched atmosphere” of the Rangers’ camp, calls Jeff Banister “[t]he most underrated man in MLB.”
MLB Network Radio’s Jim Bowden calls the Rangers-Astros rivalry the “best in baseball” at the moment, and while Sports Illustrated picks Houston to win the World Series, Boston Globe columnist Nick Cafardo writes today that “[s]ince I picked Texas as my sleeper team, I’ve heard from a number of people who like the Rangers to go all the way. Not so much a sleeper anymore.”
I’m interested in this afternoon’s game — I want to see Ian Desmond get tested in center field and Matt Bush (Banister: “As good of stuff as we’ve seen all camp”) get tested a second time out of the bullpen — but I’m thinking more about Cole Hamels and Felix Hernandez a week from tomorrow, a game that will start just as Dallas Keuchel vs. (presumably) Masahiro Tanaka wraps up in Yankee Stadium, an encore of the Wild Card pitching matchup that ended New York’s 2015 season.
Last season was a huge reminder that Game 1 and Game 11 and Game 111 matter as much (and as little) as any of the 162 that are guaranteed, which is one reason that the competition for the Rangers’ number five starter — now seemingly down to Jeremy Guthrie (veteran experience but declining production and off the 40-man roster) and A.J. Griffin (better camp but coming off injury and also off the roster) and Nick Martinez (on the roster and optionable but struggling of late) — is important even if the rotation spot can be skipped a couple times in April.
Guthrie reportedly has an opt-out that he can exercise tomorrow if not added to the roster. None of the three finalists will pitch between now and then.
Desmond isn’t going to open the season as this team’s center fielder. Bush isn’t going to open it in the big leagues.
But the work being done right now, and the evaluations being made, are designed to inform Game 30 and Game 90 just as much as Opening Day.
Just eight sleeps.
Still, it’s too many.
Every dream’s a bad one, which, if you’re logging votes, seems to me to be 100 percent unfair and uncool. Especially since there’s one awakened from about every hour (along with a new, random, awful song stuck in my head each time . . . go away).
For now, dignity is vulnerable at every step, every move, every moment.
I’ve gotta watch my step and watch my diet, which I suppose are worthwhile regardless.
Heretofore meaningless and mindless things become pivotal, and the brain gets tricked into thinking the word “heretofore” is acceptable.
(Just this once.)
I’ll be back at full strength eventually. I will. That’s the driving force that gets me through all of that which, at the moment, stinks.
There’s no reason to even mark a 4 for 4 exhibition performance, let alone to celebrate it, not even one including three home runs, and it makes even less sense to recognize a Cactus League win as a distinctive development. But given the other stuff I hope you don’t mind if I tip my cap to Rougned Odor and give a Ginger Ale nod to Bobby Wilson.
Nicely done, guys. Way to #WTDG, even though this is just March and it’s just Arizona.
Sleep isn’t exactly delivering, so I’m accepting Texas 12, San Diego 11 for what it is, and nothing more. It’s not much, but it’s plenty.
It’s pretty much two post-op steps forward and one step back for me these days, but two up and one down extrapolates to a 108-win baseball season, and that’s more than good enough for me, not just because of the magical number that 108 is in baseball and in the yoga world that my wife embraces enough for the both of us and otherwise, but more so because progress at any level beats the alternative and I know this can’t be rushed and now I’m thinking about Jurickson again and I’m wondering whether he’s scheduled to play in tonight’s Futures Game between Rangers prospects and Cubs prospects since he’s exhausted rookie status and now I’m as exhausted typing this as you are reading it but I won’t have to wait too long to find out (maybe two naps from now) because the Rangers-Cubs Futures Game will be televised on Fox Sports Southwest (or Fox Sports Southwest Plus) right after the Rangers-Cubs big league spring training game is televised on Fox Sports Southwest and it’s interesting at least to me that both games will pit a Rangers starting pitcher against a former Rangers starting pitcher with Derek Holland and Kyle Hendricks squaring off at 3:00 Central (with about 20 playoff-bound Dallas Stars in the stands) and then Dillon Tate and C.J. Edwards taking the hill at 6:00 or 6:30 or thereabouts and now I’m thinking about Ryan Dempster and Matt Garza and would much rather be thinking about Jurickson Profar and probably even about my exploding quad and you should really watch both games because baseball and because you might see not only guys like Nomar Mazara and Lewis Brinson and Josh Morgan and others you’ve gotten to see lately but also kids like Leodys Taveras and Eric Jenkins and Andy Ibanez and Ariel Jurado and Brett Martin and Tyler Phillips and a bunch of others (including Cubs prospect and Plano’s own Billy McKinney) possibly for the first time and because, hey, Matt Bush is apparently being rewarded with an appearance on the mound in the big league game and I just saw that Ross Ohlendorf opted out of his Royals non-roster deal and that’s interesting but not as interesting as the fact that Ian Desmond will start in center field in that 3:00 game and, man, I hope you saw footage of him throwing Nolan Arenado out at the plate from left field Monday and maybe you shouldn’t run on Ian Desmond and see what I did there and if I had the energy right now I’d write a long story about Ryan Rua’s camp and the Rangers just announced that Cole Hamels will start on Opening Day which makes him the seventh different Ranger to have been delegated the task in seven years which seems weird given how crazy great these seven years of Rangers baseball have been and sorry for the run-on but sometimes you gotta run before you walk, wait what, and I just needed to write a little bit to help get loose, even if just one sentence, and this was 540 words, a multiple of 108, and I’m sure you won’t mind if I fully turn my attention now to that beckoning pillow over there.
I’d planned two and half weeks ago to write about Jurickson Profar, because nobody else had. At that point, there’d been more words written locally and nationally this spring on Matt Bush — who was once a number one but not that kind of number one — than Profar.
But then Ian Desmond signed, and the Profar story got back-burnered.
I left for spring training and I planned, upon returning home, to write about Profar, because by then only a few others had, maybe because baseball’s top prospect in 2013 isn’t the 2012 guy (Mike Trout) or the 2011 guy (Bryce Harper) and really never was — though, to be fair, nobody else on the cover of Baseball America’s Prospect Handbook in that book’s history (Corey Patterson, Josh Beckett, Mark Teixeira, Joe Mauer, Delmon Young, Jeremy Hermida, Phil Hughes, Jay Bruce, Matt Wieters, Jason Heyward, Miguel Sano, Kris Bryant, Corey Seager) has been, either — or because Profar’s been absent for two years, or because he isn’t even competing right now for a roster spot on this playoff team.
I planned on writing about Profar even though there were louder things I saw in my week at camp — Yu’s progress and Joey’s approach and Nomar — because Profar looks great, and I mean really great, and he’s eventually going to be an impact story here, one way or another, and that’s what I was really excited to think about and dump a thousand words on.
Now, a little less excited, because a ruptured quad tendon tends to cast a pall on things.
Not Jurickson’s quad.
And now I’m thinking about Jurickson Profar more than ever.
I listened to Jeff Banister answer questions about Profar on Saturday morning, hours before heading to the airport to leave Arizona, and I wrote down something cool he said — about a player he’d never been around at full health — that I knew would be part of my focus: “In practice, in drills, he’s a really nice player.
“In games, he’s much better.”
But something I wrote just before that, as it turns out, stands out now even more, because of what I did about 30 hours later, once I was back in Dallas, because I don’t know how to dial things down sometimes (which my wife might spell differently: “ever”), or because I’m really unlucky, if not stupid.
“Jurickson’s a pretty tough individual mentally,” Banny said. “He had the thing he loved taken away for two years. He’s got it back, and he’s got that joy again.”
For years I’ve expected Profar to be a star on the field, and in due time a leader off of it. I expected one day to hunt down a jersey with his name on the back. I expected years of big production and a slow heartbeat and 80-grade feel for the game and transcendent post-season moments.
And all of that may happen.
What I didn’t expect was for Jurickson Profar, half my age, to be a motivation.
I don’t want to exaggerate this: I’m not going to lose anything for two years, and my career isn’t jeopardized in any way. (My hobby, either.) And I’ve got a lot less to be mentally tough about than that kid did.
But watching him work, and hearing Jeff Banister shed some perspective on it, well, it turns out that helped a ton.
Seeing Profar play the game last week on the back fields, with ease and with joy and with presence, was just what I needed, even though I had no idea at the time.
He’s not going to Milwaukee for Jonathan Lucroy and he’s not going to San Diego for Derek Norris (a player I’d really like here).
He’s not going to Arlington, either, at least not in early April. He’ll be in Round Rock, joining Nomar Mazara and Joey Gallo and Lewis Brinson and Ryan Rua (maybe) and Hanser Alberto (maybe) and Patrick Kivlehan and Drew Robinson and James Jones, give or take, in a lineup that a handful of teams in baseball would be crazy not to trade their big league lineups (and contracts) for.
Profar will be a leader on that team, and he’ll be healthy. That’s really good, and the rest can wait.
For now, no headlines, no pressure, no spot.
Earn it, and force a decision.
Under different circumstances, I’d be dropping a couple hundred words today about the crazy-awesome energy of music blaring on the back fields and a free throw competition that clearly has a measured purpose.
More than just an effort to zap the Groundhog Day traps of camp, it’s set a tone. Underneath the trash-talking and the frat boy whoop-and-hollering with a teammate at the stripe, there’s been a preparation to compete. Day One.
Shawn Tolleson shared that new Rangers players have come up to him and said it’s the best camp they’ve ever been part of. Desmond called it “amazing” how hard his new teammates work and how much fun they have, and how fast and efficiently they get their work in.
You don’t often hear big league veterans use the word “fast” when talking about spring training.
If this were a normal return from Arizona for me, I’d be going all expository on Adrian Beltre’s apparent interest in a three-year commitment, and would conclude that that’s too long a guarantee, even for my favorite ballplayer in the history of ever, but at the moment I could probably be talked into twice as long an extension as I imagine Belts driving a run-scoring single to right center with the same tear that has me unable to stand, though that’s a flimsy take likely influenced by the anti-inflammatories that haven’t quite coaxed me back to sleep yet.
Long sentence there, as I’m inclined to drop, and if Joey Gallo just hit another pitch into a parking lot while you were reading it, apologies.
(There will be more.)
Any other year, I’d be writing about a handshake with Bobby Jones and another one with Leodys Taveras, about the Josh Morgan and Isiah Kiner-Falefa experiments at catcher, about Eric Jenkins and Yohander Mendez and Scott Williams.
About MLB.com senior writer Jim Callis tweeting: “Players look bigger, stronger, faster in Rangers minor league camp than they do elsewhere. Love this system [which his website ranks third in baseball, first in the American League].”
About an offense under a new pair of hitting coaches lined with players showing an improved approach, let alone the arguably meaningless numbers for a team currently leading baseball in hitting (.327) and reaching base (.386), more encouraging at least than sitting near the bottom in those categories.
About how stinkin’ good Yu looks.
I might have written an entire piece suggesting that, like Pudge, Nomar may turn out to be not only the second by that name — but also the better of the two.
This will be a different year for me. Every few hours I think of another collateral effect this is going to have, and it stinks. I’m having to depend a lot on others, making this a different year for them, too, and that stinks.
I’m going to miss Opening Day at Globe Life Park for the first time since the ballpark opened in 1994. Stinks.
I’m not sure how my writing will be affected, because my work process is going to change. I’m not going to stop writing. I just don’t know yet if I’ll need to make adjustments.
But as far as that corner of my routine goes, the baseball team can make everything better.
And I’m confident it will. This is a really good team.
I tend to write with a glass that I see nine-tenths full, and I’m not comfortable getting all grumpy on you.
I write about hope. That’s what I do. I think that’s why I do it.
This morning, the image in my head, Jurickson Profar on the cover of a national publication’s annual, is the same one I had a few weeks ago, when I was mulling over what to write about next. But it’s there now for a very different reason — or at least an extra one.
I never want to take things for granted, and this has been a solid wake-up call in that respect. I’m actually in a pretty good frame of mind.
At a minor league game on the back fields Thursday morning, I saw a couple Class A Padres prospects, Franchy Cordero and Nick Torres, pepper the wall with extra-base hits off Cole Hamels. Two mornings later, Ryan Cordell hit twice against Mat Latos in a minor league game against the White Sox, homering (after a double off the wall by fellow 6’4” gazelle Lewis Brinson) and then singling in a run.
I remember thinking to myself: Cordero and Torres and Cordell, age 21 and 22 and 23, will never forget those moments.
While Hamels and Latos forgot about them in about 30 seconds.
Some dance to remember. (I tried talking myself out of writing that. I really did.)
Some dance to forget.
Some don’t get to dance at all, at least for awhile.
The duration of my time on the shelf, not to mention the magnitude and implications, is going to be exponentially less than what Profar had to endure. Nothing about what happened to me is career-threatening. And especially not threatening the start of any career.
I’m not saying, by any stretch, that I understand what Profar went through these past two years. It’s almost unimaginable, at least for me, given where things were headed for him, at that age, and how helpless it must have felt to be unable to be out there, competing, and not knowing how long that would last. I have a pretty good idea what my timetable will be after surgery — while the type of patience Profar had to summon up while he was shut down was clouded by all kinds of uncertainty.
Whether it was fair or not to Profar that he was anointed with the same recognition that Trout and Harper, two generational players, got the year before him and the year before that, this was still a player who was a big leaguer at 19 and universally praised as a possessor of “it.”
He was on his way, until he was forced off the road. For a long time.
He’s back on the road now, and that’s enough.
He’s mentally tough, his second big league manager points out with a smile. The game was taken away for two long years, but the joy is back, right along with the shoulder and the approach and the court sense and the presence.
And the opportunity, as long as Jurickson Profar can lean on a little more of that patience that, at 23, he’s already had to exercise more than his fair share of.
Pulling for you, man.
More than ever.