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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Pickoff Moves

Los Angeles Angels Will Stay That Way, In Anaheim

A state appellate court said so.

Hank Conger Looks To Stay Healthy

What a list of injuries, culminating with a torn shoulder labrum last year. Gah.
In just three minor-league seasons, they have happened to his back, wrist, hamstrings, thumb and shoulder, limiting him to roughly half-seasons in Class-A each of the past two years.


All the injuries have "slowed" Conger's development, Angels GM Tony Reagins admits. But the team still regards him as a top prospect.

"The evaluation is still kind of waiting," Angels manager Mike Scioscia said. "The projection – with his tools – is still very, very high.

"(Conger has) all the things that project into a terrific major-league catcher. The evaluation hasn't been able to move forward because we haven't seen him catch enough. That's kind of on hold right now until he gets healthy and gets out there and catches 100 games during the season."

Good luck with that, kid.

Angels To Bring Back Former Greats As Spring Training Coaches

The list will include Tim Salmon, Jim Abbott, Mark Langston, Bobby Grich, and Chuck Finley.

Preston Gomez' Last Gift: Jose Arredondo

Mike DiGiovanna of the Times:
The Angels this season will wear black diamond-shaped patches, inscribed with the name "Preston," on the right sleeves of their jerseys in honor of Preston Gomez, the team's beloved advisor, scout and coach who died in January at 86.

If it were up to Jose Arredondo, the hard-throwing 24-year-old reliever who had a breakthrough 2008 season for the Angels, the patch would be sewn over his heart.

"I love that guy," Arredondo said, his soft voice barely audible amid the bustle of the team's spring-training clubhouse. "He taught me everything."


Arredondo was a self-described "troublemaker" as he came up through the minor leagues, a prospect whose arm was clearly major league-caliber but whose temper threatened to derail him.

The Dodgers' Damage Duo Dares Destiny

... with talk similar to Hank Conger's. First, Jason Schmidt feels good after a throwing session:
"It looked like he had an easy time throwing the ball," Manager Joe Torre said. "He's been in a great frame of mind. Even last year when he was going to rehab in places, in between there would always be that one day when he wasn't sure."

How was Schmidt's stuff?

"He got me out, so his stuff was real good," said Pierre, laughing.

Not. A. Measure. And then the O-Dog (Vinny's gonna love calling games this year):
And, he said pointing to the season-ending wrist injury he suffered in 2008, he wasn't surprised or upset that it took so long for him to find work.

"It's not something you see in baseball quite often," said Hudson, who spent the winter recovering from a dislocated bone and damaged tendons in his left wrist. "It's something you see in baseball. Why would you take a chance on somebody like that? If I was a GM, I would do the same thing."

Funny, I keep thinking of Nomar when I think of wrist injuries.

Tech: Another Reason To Stay With Verizon

An AT&T customer who got shafted after using his data card to watch a Bears game while in the United States on a ship docked in port, with no indication of roaming.
When Burdick received the bill he complained to AT&T, who eventually offered to reduce the bill down to $6,000 - hardly comparable to the $220 he reckons is average. Luckily the chaps over at the Sun-Times were able to argue his case, and AT&T has credited Wayne with $27,776.66, though really it shouldn't have taken media involvement to fix a case like this.
We had a similar circumstance in which our contract expired and AT&T decided to triple our base rates without warning and slapped us with an obscene bill (from memory about $500-$600). Just awful, and a reminder of why, despite the temptations of the iPhone, I still haven't switched.

OT: Recovering From The Bad Dog

Facebook friends know why it's been quiet around 6-4-2 World Headquarters; our other dog, Hannah, the best bad dog in the world, finally and suddenly succumbed to the consequences of cancer a week ago Monday. Her tumors, originally in her vagina, had migrated into her lungs, where they were inoperable because of her age. Pieces of them started breaking loose early that morning, and she started having seizures, at which point it eventually became clear she wouldn't last much longer except in an ICU. That, sadly, prompted us to euthanize her, a painful decision as she clearly wasn't ready to go.

We got her ashes back from the crematorium yesterday, and even in death she managed to be unruly: the container didn't quite seal properly, so I had to take it apart and fix it. Bad old dog, Hannah. We miss you, girl.

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Condolences on the loss of another fine pup, Rob. It's been a rough patch for you guys.
That it has. We're looking at new dogs this week.

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