I was about five years into my law practice and a year into writing regularly about baseball when I decided, late in 1999, married but not yet a dad, that the natural thing for me to try doing was to represent baseball players. I’d gotten to know a bunch of minor leaguers, and their parents. A partner at my firm had represented a handful of Dallas Cowboys. And there were things about my skill set that made me think, perhaps myopically, that it would be a pretty good fit.
The first opportunity came after a handful of emails and a phone call with Jamie Hill, a 22-year-old lefthander from the University of Alabama-Huntsville (and, before that, Middle Tennessee State) who wasn’t among the 1,474 players drafted that June, but who signed a free agent deal with the Rangers for $1,000 and was assigned that summer to the rookie-level Gulf Coast League club. On a club and in a league where the average age was 19, Hill was really good, holding opponents to a homerless .203 average in 46 innings of relief (with one start mixed in) on a staff featuring Jovanny Cedeno and a team led by Hank Blalock.
I’m sure Hill was just flattered that someone asked if he needed an agent, and too nice a guy to turn it down.
I met him in Port Charlotte in March 2000, and we talked about expectations. I certainly couldn’t charge him anything — there’s nothing I could have done at that stage of his career to increase his paltry, standardized, lockstep salary, and I wasn’t about to cut into it — but we talked about me helping him out during the 2000 season with an extra pair of cleats, maybe a new glove, things like that.
We went to grab dinner at a nearby Chili’s after one day’s spring training workout, and while we were waiting for a table Hill introduced me to 20-year-old righty Colby Lewis, whom the Rangers had given $862,500 to sign as a first-round pick in that same June draft nine months earlier when nobody bothered to call Hill’s name at all. Lewis, a junior college product, was two-and-a-half years younger than Hill but assigned by Texas that summer to Pulaski of the more advanced Appalachian League, where the competition was closer to Hill’s age — and Lewis posted a 1.95 ERA, punching out 84 mostly older hitters in 64.2 innings.
At least that late afternoon at Chili’s you’d have never guessed that Lewis was any more pedestaled than Hill, despite their vastly different paths to Port Charlotte and their even more monumentally different expectations. There were plenty of kids in the system quick to bigtime anyone who would listen long enough, but neither Lewis nor Hill seemed to be among them.
Hey, one day, maybe, I’ll be representing kids like Colby Lewis.
I never really represented Hill, as it turns out. He was released a couple weeks before spring training ended. About four months after that the Yankees gave him a chance to pitch in that same Gulf Coast League against kids who were then four years younger rather than three, but after two appearances that was cut short, too. He didn’t pitch professionally after that.
And despite a couple later opportunities that didn’t quite materialize, I never did add “player agent” to my bio.
Hill is now an elementary school principal in Madison, Alabama, after a stint as his district’s special education coordinator, and when he’s not running his school or coaching one of his sons on his 13U baseball team (one of only four Majors-classified teams in the state), he’s busy working toward his doctorate in education at the University of Alabama.
It’s all worked out.
I thought about Hill the other day, when Kevin Matthews was released by the Rangers.
I thought about Hill because Matthews too is a slightly undersized left-handed pitcher, from the same general area of the country. And because he’d been released.
Only Matthews was released Thursday because, the day before, he’d been charged with driving under the influence in Hickory, North Carolina, where he’d been pitching in middle relief for the Crawdads in Low Class A, the highest level he’d reached in five years as a pro.
Since missing the 2013 season due to injury, Matthews had pitched a total of 29.2 innings, with as many walks (28) as strikeouts and an unsightly 7.28 ERA. His stock as a prospect had waned long before; his hold on a job had probably become tenuous this spring, even without the legal issues factored in. The concept of expectations in the game for the former first-rounder had given way to a question of survival.
Matthews was charged with the misdemeanor count hours before Lewis threw an 8-6-1-1-1-6 gem against Houston to complete a Rangers sweep.
Matthews was drafted 33rd overall in 2011, part of the Rangers’ compensation for the loss of Cliff Lee.
Lewis had been drafted 38th overall in 1999, part of the club’s compensation for the loss of Todd Stottlemyre.
Matthews really never got his career rolling, after his first full pro season in 2012 was followed by 2013 shoulder surgery.
Then again, Lewis had overcome Tommy John surgery in high school, and after that his path took him from Bakersfield Junior College to Pulaski to Port Charlotte to Tulsa to Texas to Oklahoma City to Texas to Oklahoma City to Texas to Oklahoma City to Texas to a torn rotator cuff (and 2004 shoulder surgery) to Toledo to Detroit to Toledo to Detroit to Toledo to Washington to Sacramento to Oakland to Sacramento to Oakland to Kansas City to Hiroshima to temporary paralysis of the facial nerves to Texas to a torn flexor tendon (and 2012 elbow surgery) to Round Rock to Frisco to Round Rock to Frisco to bone spurs in his hip (and a 2013 resurfacing procedure) to Round Rock to Texas, and he goes into tonight’s start against Kansas City in the American League top 10 in ERA (9th, at 2.61) and WHIP (10th, at 1.079) and WAR (5th, at 1.5).
According to the Fort Worth Star-Telegram’s Jeff Wilson, it’s been suggested that nobody has ever pitched after Tommy John elbow reconstruction as long as Lewis has, about 19 years to be exact. That includes all TJ graduates who haven’t had any more appointments on the operating table.
And no pitcher had ever returned from hip resurfacing surgery before Lewis, evidently.
Lewis is 35 and he’s returned from elbow surgery and shoulder surgery and another elbow surgery and hip surgery — and Japan — and there’s never been anybody in the big leagues like him. Which is to say nothing of the fact that he’s dealing right now.
It struck me about a week ago that there’s not a really good reason that Colby Lewis isn’t higher up on my list of favorite Rangers players ever. He should be.
Thirty-seven players were drafted before Lewis in 1999. The first two were high schoolers Josh Hamilton and Josh Beckett, one fighting now for a last chance and the other retired.
Of the 35 players drafted after Hamilton and Beckett but before Lewis on June 2, 1999, five have had more productive big league careers than Lewis.
Only 14 of those 35 have had big league careers at all.
He’s had more comebacks — and not the Josh Hamilton or Steve Howe kind — than just about anyone you can think of in the game. He’s a warrior-beast with a lifetime post-season ERA of 2.34 in eight Rangers starts, including wins in his first four post-season decisions, which doesn’t count the five shutout innings he threw in a 2010 ALDS loss to the Rays, and he’s a tremendous example of all kinds of things for young pitchers wearing a Rangers uniform, or one that says Round Rock or Frisco or High Desert or Hickory or Spokane across the front.
Or one of those scarlet red workout shirts on the back fields in Surprise.
It’s too soon to talk about the success that the 32 players drafted in 2011 ahead of Kevin Matthews have had, though half have made it to the big leagues while Matthews was unable to get past Low A. Too soon to judge Boston’s pick three slots after Matthews of fellow high school lefty Henry Owens, and to be fair, if you’re going to focus on the fact that Texas used the Cliff Lee compensation picks to take Matthews and High A outfielder Zach Cone, you should probably also recognize that the Rangers used the money not taken by Lee to instead sign Adrian Beltre and take on the extra couple million that trading Frankie Francisco for Mike Napoli required.
But yeah, though hindsight is easy, Owens rather than Matthews would have worked out better, and college outfielder Jackie Bradley Jr. (40th overall) rather than the college outfielder Cone (37th) looks at this point like it would have been the better choice, too.
Cone, facing High A pitching for a third season, may be showing signs of figuring things out (though pinball numbers in High Desert carry potential asterisks), while Matthews is now facing a different crossroads altogether. He jumped at the chance to play professional baseball four years ago, for a reported $936,000 signing bonus, which was $935,000 more than Jamie Hill got a dozen years earlier, but Matthews has now been released at age 22, about seven months younger than Hill was when the Rangers let him go.
Hill got a second chance, brief as it was, and Lewis got a whole bunch of them, and though they’re doing very different things with their lives today it’s plain that they’ve both succeeded in big ways.
I hope there are good things ahead for Matthews, whether it’s in baseball or something else.
The day I met Lewis at a Chili’s in Port Charlotte, Florida, my wife was expecting our first child. Our daughter is now in high school, only a few years younger than Lewis was then, and now he’s got an eight-year-old and four-year-old of his and Jenny’s own.
Jamie Hill has two sons, one in high school and another headed that way a little over a year from now. Maybe one of his kids will need an agent soon.
It won’t be me, and that’s OK. I learned some things back then that steered me away from the agency game, which I realized others are better equipped to handle. In 1999, the things I envisioned for my law practice were nothing like what actually came to be, and that’s all good, too, and I obviously had no idea that my little writing diversion was headed in this direction, either.
I’m happy I got the chance to meet Hill and have a ton of respect for what he’s done with his life. Maybe he knew in the summer of 1999 that he’d pitch in a pro uniform for a year, possibly two, and then transition into educating kids, and coaching them in his free time. But whether he knew then where his path would take him, the 38-year-old kid has done more than all right, as has 35-year-old Colby Lewis, who was probably less likely than Hill back then to have predicted the incredible path that took him from there to here.
I’m sure that Matthews’s vision four years ago, when he decided to forgo an opportunity to attend the University of Virginia and instead take a lifetime of baseball preparation to the pro level, didn’t include any of the things that happened this last week. Where things go for him from here may or may not involve professional ball, but that doesn’t mean the next phase can’t be better than the last. Matthews may not have any feel today for the direction he expects the next part of the path to lead, but at this point the burden of expectations is probably his own.
. . . that I sent out this report:
Ancient history, sure.
Hamilton vs. Barry Zito in Nashville tomorrow. The two have faced off just once, a 5-0 Rangers win over the Giants in June 2012 in which Hamilton went 1 for 4, with the one hit a majestic home run to center field. It was one month to the day after his four-bomb barrage in Baltimore, and came in the midst of a stretch of 84 plate appearances in which he hit .211 and went deep just once.
Neither Hamilton nor Zito has been the same since, and both will play in front of a AAA crowd tomorrow, toeing in against each other as they try and earn their way back, looking in Hamilton’s case not to resurrect that historic night three years ago but merely to get back to being a productive, contributing member of a big league baseball team.
Still, I couldn’t resist reaching back a little for that one.
The Texas Rangers have the lengthiest win streak in baseball, at four. But that’s a number that doesn’t really matter.
They’re now a half-game out of second place in the division, and on May 8th that doesn’t really make a difference, either.
Winning five straight on the road? A good number, but the sample size is meaningless and the point is simply that Texas managed to come back in Anaheim to avoid a sweep in that series, hammered the Astros in Houston a week later, and got things done last night in St. Petersburg. Not really mathematically significant.
Baseball math says Nick Martinez didn’t earn a win last night, but a foursome out of his pen went 4.1-1-1-1-0-7 and preserved the lead Martinez handed off, and that’s good baseball.
The three earned runs Martinez allowed breaks his personal streak of 11 straight starts of two earned runs or fewer (second longest such streak in franchise history). Disappointing mathematically, maybe, but that’s it.
Rays righthander Chris Archer came into last night’s series opener with a 1.64 ERA, fifth best in baseball and third in the AL.
The only two American Leaguers ahead of him were Houston’s Dallas Keuchel, whom the Rangers handed a no-decision to on Monday, and Martinez.
Martinez saw his ERA jump last night from 0.84 to 1.47.
But Archer’s soared from 1.64 to 2.59.
In his first five starts, Archer had issued six walks in 32.1 innings.
In last night’s, his seventh of the season, Texas worked four free passes in 3.1 Archer frames, two of which came in the second, both with the bases loaded. The Rangers forced Archer to throw 44 pitches in that four-run second inning, and seven of them came on full counts, and that may be too much math but it’s awesome.
A picture is worth a thousand math equations, and I hope you saw Neftali Feliz’s ninth. Seven sliders among his 12 pitches, and of those seven, five were strikes, three swinging. But forget the numbers: That’s the filthiest breaking ball I’ve ever seen Feliz sustain.
Texas extended one streak but broke another last night, as Texas 5, Tampa Bay 4 was the first game all year in which Martinez took the ball coming off a Rangers win.
The club is 5-0 when Martinez starts following a team loss.
And 1-0 when Martinez starts after a Rangers win.
But numbers aside, when Nick Martinez starts, Texas wins, and that’s a pretty great thing, especially when you’re talking about what amounts to the team’s eighth starter.
As for the math, the one number that has some big-picture significance this morning is 134.
That’s the number of Rangers baseball games remaining in the scheduled 162.
It doesn’t matter a whole lot that, today, there are as many teams behind Texas in the division as there are ahead (including one that’s inevitably going to start coming back to the pack), but it does make a difference that Derek and Martin and Mitch and Tanner and Ryan and Josh and Kyuji and maybe even Matt are going to be around for a bigger chunk of those 134 than they have been for the first 28.
Things are looking much better now than they did a week ago — small sample beware — but the better part of all this might be that the Rangers have avoided burying themselves at their most decimated, and if they can keep playing solid baseball as the roster starts to get reinforced, little by little, well, you don’t need to do the math to recognize that, just over a sixth into the season, it’s suddenly gotten a lot more interesting.
The back of the rotation (Ross Detwiler, Wandy Rodriguez, Colby Lewis) came up big in Houston.
The back of the roster (Kyle Blanks, Carlos Peguero) did, too.
And now the back of the AL West looks different, as the Rangers have left the Mariners in the cellar, and are percentage points short of Oakland in third, and a game and a half behind the second-place Angels.
It was a strange series, as the Rangers scored big and caught the ball and claimed a win streak, not to mention a sweep. A couple catchers found themselves in unfamiliar situations: Frisco’s Pat Cantwell spent a night bullpen-catching for Texas and Hank Conger played two innings in left field for Houston last night (his first pro appearance anywhere other than catcher in 10 years of minor and major league ball), and while Conger’s run a couple hundred feet southwest of that stupid hill in center field had as much consequence as the lions, tigers, bears, leopards, jackals, bobcats, lynx, kangaroo, and snakes that might have gotten loose last night in Tuttle, Oklahoma (thankfully), Cantwell helped get Keone Kela and Neftali Feliz loose and ready for perfect innings on Monday night to preserve a 1-1 tie and then a 2-1 lead, and that’s pretty cool.
The Rangers head 1100 miles east today for four with the Rays, while 1100 miles west Josh Hamilton will take BP against Matt Harrison, which not long ago would have been as weird a thing to imagine typing as a sentence including Kyle Blanks and Carlos Peguero and Kevin Kouzmanoff, or one including lynx, uncapitalized, or one in which I wonder, in all seriousness, why I haven’t had Colby Lewis higher on my list of favorite Rangers players ever, because that dude is a warrior-beast of the highest order.
By time we get to the Tal’s Hill of the baseball schedule, we could be asking what the returns of Derek Holland and Martin Perez and Mitch Moreland and Ryan Rua and Josh Hamilton and Tanner Scheppers and Kyuji Fujikawa and Nick Tepesch and maybe Matt Harrison will do to the back of the roster and the back of the staff, and there’s nothing bad about that.
By then Houston won’t have the league’s best record and maybe not the division’s (though Carlos Correa will arrive before most of the Rangers listed in the previous sentence), and as for the rest of the West, that’s four teams separated by just two games.
And one of them sitting in the middle is doing it with Wandy Rodriguez and his band of journeymen providing part of the impact.
Martin Perez’s last three full months on a big league mound: 11-4, 3.23 over 17 starts.
Derek Holland’s six starts to finish 2014: 1.46 ERA, five walks in 37 innings.
Matt Harrison’s last healthy season (2012): 18-11, 3.29, number eight in AL Cy Young vote.
Yu Darvish, every year.
None of them are around, but all of them should be back, sometime this year or early next, with the possible exception of Harrison if you’re not buying into all the really positive updates coming out of Surprise.
None of them have contributed to the current 13-game run in which Rangers starters have posted the third-best ERA in baseball (2.71), as noted by Jared Sandler (Rangers Radio Network/105.3 The Fan). Only once in that stretch has a Rangers starter permitted more than three earned runs: a four-run permission by Wandy Rodriguez a week ago today. All of that without Yu or Derek or Martin or Matty.
Never mind that over those 13 games, Rangers starters have combined to win just one game (last night’s Wandy gem). We’re talking about the team with the longest current win streak in the American League.
Elvis Andrus (.333/.455/.389 over his last 10 games, with eight walks and five strikeouts) is coming alive, and so is the pop in Shin-Soo Choo’s bat (.286/.304/.667 since coming back from a few days off). Adrian Beltre (.291/.350/.400 over his last 60 trips, hits in 12 of 14 games) is waking up, Prince Fielder (.350/.407/.485) has been a blast to watch all year, and Kyle Blanks (.391/.440/.826) is here.
But that pitching. Think about the idea of Yu and Derek and Martin and Matty returning, and being able to run Nick Martinez out there as your fifth, which assumes that Yovani Gallardo is just a one-year proposition (not necessarily a lock). Ross Detwiler in the pen, if he’s back. Colby Lewis in some role, perhaps.
Which is to say nothing of Chi Chi Gonzalez or Jake Thompson, and if you didn’t see Scott’s farm report yesterday, take a look. The Thompson bullet train is on track.
Or Luke Jackson or Alec Asher or Jerad Eickhoff or Andrew Faulkner or Chad Bell, and don’t write Anthony Ranaudo off yet.
Knock yourself out if you want to write Wandy off, and I’ll be the first to admit I’d like to see another few weeks before wondering whether the Scott Kazmir/Aaron Harang category might have a new candidate.
But he was dominant over eight last night, retiring the final 19 he faced against the best team in the American League, and that was fun.
Wandy’s last big league win was late in May 2013, at a point on the schedule when Darvish already had seven wins and was headed toward runner-up recognition in the Cy Young vote, when Holland was 5-2 with a 2.81 ERA, and when Perez was back from the minor leagues for a second look and about to establish in a big way that he belonged.
All of that seems so long ago, even if Harrison recuperating from back surgery doesn’t.
Imagine if those guys come back this year or next to join a pitching staff that, even in its decimated state, has been really pretty good, especially over the last couple weeks.
But that’s down the road a good ways. For now, I’m content to settle in tonight for Colby Lewis-Samuel Deduno, as the club with the longest win streak in the AL seeks to extend it, having won its first series of 2015 and looking for its first series sweep since taking care of the Astros late in September, when Darvish and Harrison and Perez and Scheppers and Ogando and Fielder and Choo and Moreland and Profar and a few others were on the Rangers’ 60-day disabled list, Blanks was on Oakland’s 60, and Wandy Rodriguez, a little more than seven months before last night’s absolute clinic on the mound, was unemployed.
They had the best record in the American League, second best in baseball.
Coming into their house was the team with the worst record in the American League, second worst in baseball.
If that wasn’t enough, the best team in the AL was giving the ball to its best starting pitcher, and maybe the best in baseball in the early going.
While the worst team in the AL was giving the ball to its worst starting pitcher, and one of the worst in baseball early on.
Houston was riding a 10-game win streak.
The last Texas win streak, depending I suppose on how you define “streak,” was September 24-25, 2014.
On those two nights eight months ago, the Rangers beat Houston starter Scott Feldman and then walked off against Oakland reliever Luke Gregerson.
On Monday afternoon, all the talk in baseball was about Houston’s crazy-dominant roll, carried by big power and a revamped bullpen that helped the club to an 18-0 record in games in which they had a lead at any time.
Unless you caught Anthony Andro’s tweet that Texas was 60-102 over its last 162 games.
Which included its 13-3 finish in September.
The Astros hadn’t lost a game started by Dallas Keuchel, the reigning AL Pitcher of the Month, since Ron Washington was the Rangers’ manager.
The Rangers hadn’t won a game started by Ross Detwiler.
Detwiler needed 26 pitches to get through the first inning.
Keuchel struck out the side in the second.
And the third.
But after Detwiler’s shaky first, or actually after his second walk in that first frame, he retired 19 of 23 hitters digging in with 10-game-win-streak swagger, and the Rangers’ 7-8-9 hitters, Robinson Chirinos and Delino DeShields Jr. (coming back from 0-2 to draw Keuchel’s first walk of the game — in the eighth — and just DeShields’s second walk of the season: both off of Keuchel) and Jake Smolinski, digging in with a collective .169/.269/.275 slash, came through big late, which is to say nothing of Kyle Blanks’s crucial and fantastic six-slider at-bat in the top of the ninth, in which he spoiled one of them on 0-1 and two more on 0-2, and Adrian Beltre ran well, and Neftali Feliz, asked to complete the bullpen’s shockingly light six-out assignment, lived low in the zone with a slider that’s getting better and better and touched 96 on the game’s final pitch, and now it’s Tuesday and Houston has an “L1” in the streak column, while the Rangers look to claim an actual win streak for the first time this year, almost as close to Draft Day as it is to Opening Day.
Lunch at Mamacita’s is going to taste real good today.
Texas sends ex-Astro Wandy Rodriguez up against the ex-Ranger Feldman tonight, and maybe the Rangers will get another chance to win late and maybe it will be Gregerson they touch up to do it, and hey, the last time Rodriguez and Feldman teed it up, Texas won, 9-3, and four months later was in a World Series.
Couldn’t predict ball back then, but last night’s outcome probably felt even more unlikely than the June 2010 Rangers winning a pennant.
So . . . . Let’s go.
November 28, 2014: Oakland trades third baseman Josh Donaldson to Toronto for third baseman Brett Lawrie, pitchers Kendall Graveman and Sean Nolin, and minor league shortstop Franklin Barreto.
As a Rangers fan, that deal made me very, very happy.
But it didn’t stop there, because to make room for the extra two players on the 40-man roster, the A’s designated two players for assignment: former Rangers reliever Josh Lindblom and longtime favorite of mine Kyle Blanks.
And it didn’t stop there, either, because on December 15, the Rangers signed Blanks to a non-roster deal.
And though he homered Friday night against his former A’s teammates, his big Rangers breakout came tonight, again against the club who dumped him in conjunction with what was already a stupid trade, as he went RBI double/single/homer/two-run single/strikeout in an 8-7, walkoff win that doesn’t happen without him and that felt as desperately needed as an early May win can possibly be.
In the grand scheme, this was Shin-Soo Choo’s night, and big credit too to Rougned Odor (and to Robinson Chirinos for narrowly eluding Odor’s deflected shot), but man, I love Kyle Blanks.
And I love that he did this to the team that gave up on him a few months ago.
Small victories, I guess.
Now, for the first time this season:
Win the damn series.
This is the perfect fit for you, even though you may not be the perfect fit for them. This is the one place that might — might — work for you in baseball, and this is happening only because they were open to it. They had plenty of reason not to be.
Hey, man, yeah, you probably need a hug, but you’re not the only one. Your baseball career became a baseball career here, after it had been nothing but a tragedy, and you ushered your way out badly, both on the field and off, and you can bet one of those is less easily forgiven.
This is your last shot. The organization that has shown you the most professional and human support is embracing you again, but you understand the accountability is a multi-faceted thing.
Step up, and apologize. Apologize when the microphones are turned on for the first time, but before that apologize when the clubhouse doors are closed. Make it right.
The Angels couldn’t wait to get rid of you.
Let me rephrase.
The Angels’ owner, who couldn’t wait to exact sweet revenge on the Rangers (Napoli, Beltre) and who didn’t listen to the baseball people he’d hired to make baseball decisions and instead promised you a massively backloaded eighth of a billion dollars with eyes wide open to all the obvious risks given your history, couldn’t wait to get rid of you.
The Angels’ owner will have paid you $42 million to play, and $68 million for you to leave.
Think about that, Josh.
Over this year and the next two, Texas will reportedly pay you less than $7 million, which is about eight cents on the dollar that the Angels, pawning the ring that they put on it, will pay you to play for a division rival.
You have a thousand reasons to be motivated by this gift. That ought to be one of them.
The Union doesn’t have a history of blessing deals in which a player gives up guaranteed money (or in this case, essentially, waives the windfall that coming to a state without income tax would have triggered), here, in exchange for an opt-out that will never be exercised. The Union is apparently blessing this deal. That ought to tell you something.
The Angels could have simply released you, but to them it was worth saving $15 million or so of the $125 million deal to send him to Texas — the one place where the decision could turn into a public relations disaster for their owner — and get nothing in return but that 12 percent write-off. (Not even something like AAA first baseman Trever Adams, a Creighton product whom Angels Assistant GM Scott Servais would probably have liked to bring aboard.)
“Unless the Angels are absolutely convinced Josh Hamilton cannot be an effective hitter,” writes Buster Olney (ESPN), “this deal makes very little sense for them.”
And yet they embraced it, and jumped at this chance to make you a Ranger again.
Your Los Angeles teammates, from Mike Trout to Albert Pujols to C.J. Wilson to David Freese, have all said in the last week or so that they believed in you and believed you were ready to come back and contribute, and would be disappointed to see their club turn you loose.
Your manager was less supportive and less optimistic, at least publicly, and we all know what management thinks.
Mike DiGiovanna of the Los Angeles Times: “My reaction to [the] Angels paying Josh Hamilton to play for [the] Rangers is [the] same as Halos team [president John Carpino’s reaction] to MLB’s exoneration of Josh: It defies logic. . . . I did not see the harm in sending Josh Hamilton to AAA for 20 games just to see what he had to offer. [The] Angels think differently.”
Pedro Moura of the Orange County Register: “Arte Moreno was the only one who wanted to bring Josh Hamilton to the Angels. Now he’s the only one who wants to get rid of him. Fitting, isn’t it?
“Chances are, Texas will benefit from Moreno’s arrogance. It must be more difficult for the rational, conscientious fan to cheer for this team now than it was in the winter.”
Moura was referring to the rational, conscientious Angels fan, of course, but there’s going to be a faction of Rangers fans who will be less supportive of this move than you might think. It’s a minority, if you go by the media polls (and for what it’s worth, my email inbox is running about the same ratio of yea to nay), but it’s there. You have something to prove to this fan base, who embraced you more than any fans in baseball ever have, given the way you vocally turned on them when you left for Disneyland.
You’re going to need to address that, today or whenever your very first chance to do that comes.
And here’s the thing: We can talk all day about the ways the Angels have demonstrated how badly they wanted to toss you out, and how much risk they’ve voluntarily swallowed, paying what amounts to around $110 million for two years of playing baseball in their uniform — the flip side is how little risk Texas is taking on. It will be very easy for the Rangers to move on from this experiment, for any reason.
This isn’t a publicity stunt. (Just as Manny Ramirez wasn’t.)
But it’s not a slam dunk for you, either. (Just as it wasn’t for Manny Ramirez.)
Just as it’s on you to make things right with your teammates here, and your fans, it’s on you to rehab your way onto the roster, and play your way into the lineup. You have to produce, or the Rangers will let you go, too, far more painlessly, and at that point baseball is probably a permanently closed chapter for you.
This is going to cost Ryan Rua at-bats when he returns — which could be as soon as the organization feels you’re ready yourself — and maybe Jake Smolinski and Carlos Peguero, but down the road it’s not going to cost Nomar Mazara and Joey Gallo. And even if you’re moderately productive, if the Rangers think they’re better off not having you in the clubhouse and the weight room when Mazara and Gallo arrive, well, you probably have an opportunity now to make sure that’s not a factor.
Which is not to say you were ever a bad teammate. This is more about being an example to young baseball players. About 100 percent, every single day.
The Rangers wouldn’t do this if they didn’t think you have the chance to prove something to the Angels and to baseball and to Nomar Mazara.
Clint Hurdle was huge for you when he was hitting coach here in 2010, maybe more so mentally than mechanically. Jeff Banister isn’t Clint Hurdle, but you’re going to see some similarities.
You’ll be around Adrian and Elvis and Colby and Derek and Mitch and Matty again, but there are a whole lot of new players on this team to prove yourself to.
You’ll be around Michael again, too, and you can bet this doesn’t happen if Michael didn’t throw his strong support behind the idea.
You’re going to be around Roy Silver again, and I guess Shayne Kelley or some other accountability partner, and that’s because the Rangers, as always, will do everything they can to support you and pave your path to productivity.
But the greatest duty of accountability is yours.
You were a big part of the greatest Rangers teams ever, but this is not the same team anymore, and you’re not the same player. Everyone accepts that. When this team is healthy again, there will be 15 guys more important to its chances to return to contention than you are. At least.
Right now, Nick Martinez is 100 times more important to this thing than Josh Hamilton.
So much of what the national media is focused on right now is the Angels’ conduct, rather than the Rangers’ decision to take this chance. And that makes sense. This story is more about loss, and subtraction, than it is about anything that anyone has gained.
But you have the chance to change that.
Olney wrote: “[I]t may be that this deal gone awry became so personal for the Angels’ ownership that Arte Moreno just wants Hamilton out of his sight. Which would be somewhat ridiculous, because Hamilton’s history of addiction was hardly a secret. The real possibility that this would take a turn for the worse was always in play. Other teams evaluated Hamilton as a potential target when he was a free agent and ran in the other direction, based on what they heard about his issues. The fact the Angels bid far more for Hamilton than any other team was their mistake.”
And you can compound that, which would be such a beautiful, schadenfreudy baseball thing.
Are you motivated?
Are you thinking about humility today, and how you will communicate it to the fans you once shared so much with before rejecting them?
I’m on record with my support of the idea of bringing you back to Texas, especially given the incredibly minimal risk the club is taking. But it’s not absent of risk, because playing time is finite. At-bats and defensive innings given to one player are taken away from another.
Pudge and Juan and Sunny and Boo all came back toward the ends of their careers, but this isn’t the same. You have a lot to prove here, and if at any point it’s not working out, Texas will move on. That’s not what anybody wants, but it’s always going to be an option.
The day in December 2012 when you decided to leave Texas and go somewhere that lots of people thought could be close to the worst choice possible, I wrote something short and finished it by saying: “He’s just another Los Angeles Angel now.”
If the news rumored to be teed up today comes to fruition, then, as far as I’m concerned, you’re just another Texas Ranger now.
And that’s OK.
This is probably your final shot to contribute to a big league baseball team, and if that’s going to happen then this is the right team.
Make it happen. And first, make it right.
— A Rangers fan
Reports are flying that the Angels and Rangers are working out the final details of a trade that would send Josh Hamilton back to Texas.
Piecing together information from the local and national media, the early indications that the Rangers would be on the hook for $15 million of the remaining $83 million on Hamilton’s contract could be inaccurate — Ken Rosenthal (Fox Sports), for one, suggests Hamilton “will relinquish some money” himself and the Rangers, who will send no players to Los Angeles, will “take on LESS than $15 million” as part of this “complex” and “volatile” deal. According to Bob Nightengale (USA Today), the Angels “would still be on the hook for about $68 million, even if Hamilton surrenders some of his payday.”
On the two big gray-area issues there:
Nick Cafardo (Boston Globe) shares this morning that he’s learned that the Players’ Union “would allow [a] salary reduction in [the] Hamilton case if [it] benefits [the] player. Different than [the] A-Rod/Boston case.”
And a source tells Evan Grant (Dallas Morning News) that “the Rangers’ cash outlay amounts to a token amount.”
There’s obviously much that’s unknown at this point, but the part that appears to be rock solid is that Josh Hamilton is about to be a Texas Ranger, again — and with each media report, the picture gets a little clearer on the nature of the risk Texas is taking on, and that risk level now appears to be lower than first believed.
I’ll have a lot more to say about Hamilton’s seemingly imminent return to Texas when we know more.
I’m not really a pack rat, but I do tend to hang onto remnants of my insanities. Stuff I’ve written. A fractured aluminum Easton 33” from high school. The sports pages the day after the Herschel Trade.
A couple Ziplocs full of tickets and badges and other wrinkled and worn residue of the months I spent chasing baseball games in October 2010 and October 2011.
I made lots of reckless decisions those two months, attributable to 35 years of perpetually dashed sports-hopes, and it was the best demonstration of serial irresponsibility ever.
A little more than three months ago, a few days after Carlos Peguero signed and the Blue Jays claimed Matt West, and a few days before the Rangers traded for Yovani Gallardo and then Carlos Corporan, I pulled those Ziplocs off a shelf, printed up some photos from those same two October’s, and took the pile to a frame shop, with a rough idea at best of what I had in mind.
This week, on Monday, a day after the season’s most demoralizing loss and a day before perhaps its most satisfying win, I went to pick up the finished product.
Mixed in among a bunch of perforated cardboard on flimsy stock, printed in three-color separation and marked not by date but by game number and trapped under the glass, planted on a muted green and surrounded by rustic brown, were photos that marked the time in more familiar ways.
There’s Cliff jumping into Bengie’s arms, and there’s Neftali jumping into Bengie’s arms.
Neftali, back when you knew what was going to happen whenever he got the ball, and you couldn’t wait.
There’s Rally Minka and the Pancake House, and Nellie with his hands over his head, and there’s A.J. Burnett with his over his, too, and that was awesome.
There’s the Vlad Pyramid, as the Yankees’ most productive player — not then, but now — took his shuffling walk of shame toward the visitors’ dugout, almost two hours after a six-year-old caught the one big league foul ball he’s caught to this day, in what may have been the greatest win in franchise history.
Nestled among stadium shots and family pics and lanyards and pins and hotel keys, there’s Michael and Mike and a tumbling Miguel, and there’s Adrian, so soaked from his St. Pete beer shower that I think my own clothes reeked of the stuff for days.
There’s Elvis making maybe the greatest important defensive play I’ve ever seen, and Wash with his hands on Derek’s shoulders, minutes before probably the greatest important pitching performance in Texas Rangers history.
Yeah, there’s Wash. And Josh.
And a daughter who was about as old then as her brother is now, which makes those Octobers seem like an eternity ago, considering she’s in high school now.
Actually, it seems like forever since those two fall months for lots of reasons.
Thirty-eight players appeared for Texas in the 2010 and 2011 post-seasons. Only seven are still with the club, not counting the two in the front office. Maybe an eighth is on the verge of coming back.
Nine are retired, and two others are out of work but presumably don’t want to be.
Three are in AAA, three are in Boston, two each are Orioles and Phillies and Angels, one plays in Korea and another is in Mexico.
Those two majestic playoff runs were followed by two more years of 162+, though they ended at 163, and after that was a season that miraculously stopped short of 100 losses, not counting the one involving the last manager you’d ever think had any quit in him walking away from his team with games still on the schedule.
October 2010 and October 2011 seem like a long time ago.
But they’re now on my wall, and I’m in that room, and it doesn’t feel as out of reach. #sappy
There’s Adrian and Derek and I’m not done believing Elvis or Neftali — both still on the growth side of 27 — can refind it. (Hey, the Yankees slugger that Nef froze in Game 6 is back carrying fantasy teams across the land.) Prince is here now, Leonys and Nick and Shawn are showing signs of a new level, we’ve got Roogie and Keone, and Martin — and maybe even Matty — could be making starts earlier on the schedule, along with Derek, than Cliff did five years ago.
And speaking of five years ago, the Rangers were 5-9 and three games back at this point in the 2010 season — a game worse than they are today. They started that 2010 season with a rotation, in order, of Scott Feldman and Rich Harden and converted reliever C.J. Wilson and Asian import Colby Lewis and unproven 24-year-old Matt Harrison, at the time inferior by any measure to the 2015 Mariners rotation of Felix Hernandez, Hisashi Iwakuma, James Paxton, J.A. Happ, and Taijuan Walker, and, yeah, the Rangers’ top four starters are all hurt right now, but outside of King Felix, those other four Seattle starters, in 11 times out, have zero wins and as many quality starts (three) as Nick Martinez has in his three times to the mound.
Yu will be back in a year, and maybe a couple of Chi Chi and Joey and Nomar and Jorge and Jake and Luke beat him here, and let’s give it some more time but Nick might just be doing some ceiling renovation right now.
I’m not sure if it’s those 18 square feet of sports-memory have me overdosing on the Kool Aid right now, or all the awesome that Texas 7, Arizona 1 provided while the basketball team looked like one on the brink of a complete retool, but I’m in a good baseball place right now, grateful forever for 2010 and 2011 and eager to plan, if only in my head for now, what the third frame will eventually look like.