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Sunday, September 12, 2004

White Sox 13, Angels 6

Last year, I decided to install air conditioning in our 50's era house, which was quite an undertaking. I did all the electrical work and installed all the flooring myself, and had my brother-in-law do everything else, running ductwork, the drainage, and the compressor, furnace, and blower. Naturally, we finished the thing in February, despite the fact that last year was the hottest on record. Well, okay, it felt that way because (a) I spent a good deal of time in the attic screwing CDX plywood to the ceiling joists, and (b) during last October's fires when it was miserably hot and smoky, we had the A/C unit in place but were missing something-or-other so we could actually turn the damn thing on.

So now, I'm writing from the marvellously climate-controlled environment of my office. Our two dogs have figured out that inside, where it's cool and drier, is a much happier place to be than outside, where it's warm and -- thanks to Tropical Storm Javier -- fairly humid (around 50% the last couple days). But that doesn't mean that dogs don't get something akin to cabin fever. Yesterday, while we were watching the Cubs game, our German shephard/husky mix, Hannah, poked her nose out the dog door. After figuring out that the inside was better than outside -- again -- she turned and barked at us. Just once.

That kind of incoherent incomprehension of a world unsuited to my preferences is how I feel about the Angels right now. I didn't watch the game last night -- yes, I've about given up on the Angels for the year, something I've done several times in the past -- but when words like "sloppy play" get bandied about your team, you begin to realize how unlikely it is that they'll make the playoffs. Clay Davenport's Post-season Odds Report has the Angels as little less than a 1-in-4 shot to win the division. That is to say, they have a chance, but barely.

But for now, I'm going to assume Darin Erstad will join Tim Salmon and some of the other Seraphs on the golf links presently, leading to discussions about next year and what should be done. Sele clearly doesn't have anything left in the tank, but he's a goner after this year anyway. No, the question is who should replace him. For all that the Angels' farm system has "waves of talent" heading to Anaheim, the fact is that the farm's one major deficiency is starting pitching. With Bobby Jenks and Ervin Santana both having truncated seasons this year, it means the Angels have some pretty awful choices coming up.

Let's say, for instance, the Angels resort -- again -- to free agency. Free agents are expensive, and quality free agent pitchers tend to be really expensive. Using Peter Gammons' free-agency supermarket as a guide, the pickings are thin. Besides, these will be Yankee-infested waters, as Steinbrenner desperately pursues depth in his badly banged-up starting rotation.

The other part of the equation is how much Arte's willing to put into pitching. With everyone -- myself included -- worried about the Frank McCourt's solvency, the Angels could actually be the team in a money crunch this coming offseason if Arte was indeed counting on the kids to lower payroll.

Recap


Comments:
Yup I've somewhat given up too. The team certainly doesn't look like a playoff team. Well, one plus if they don't make it is it'll be a lot easier on myself and my work schedule not having to race back and forth from san diego to two playoff series..

nevertheless, oakland's not exactly setting the world on fire either so we still got a shot.
mattkew
 
To steal an idea from Bryan Smith: Carl Pavano would look good in red.

And while we're spending Arte's money, Bryan's Edgar Renteria idea is also good.
 
Man, the camera adds about fifty pounds! Even cheap ones!
 
You should rename this site:

"FRONTRUNNERS ONLY"
 
Sir: you are a jackass.
 

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