SLACKISH REACTION: Further evidence that baseball died in the 2019 is that there is nothing to tell you. I don’t know if the teams have circled the wagons or if the rest of the beat can’t even coast on Rubin’s fumes any more, but there’s just nothing.
Even last year I could scrape by seeing what players were posting on Instagram. They all seem to be in their bunkers.
NOT LINKING: My friend Matt Cerrone want Billy Wagner in the HOF. Your reaction to that right now is why Wagner is not a HOFer.
I’m not looking up numbers, I’m not reading the article. Not once ever did I look at Billy Wagner and think “there’s one of the greats.”
As for the HOF, I saw a list of eligible players the other day and I no longer care who gets put in the museum in the middle of nowhere. If we can’t have the guy with both home run records, or the guy with the most hits, or the guy who won 350 games in recent memory (when nobody is ever going to win 250 ever again, CC Sabathia being MLB’s final 250 game winner before the sport died in 2019) – I can’t have a conversation with you about Billy Wagner.
I continue to want to start over with The Smithsonian Museum Of Baseball somewhere along the cool part of Washington DC where all the other cool museums are. Let Cooperstown be the relic of the drying sport it honors.
God some bad news guys. One of the writers for the AAIMBR announced on twitter that he won’t be able to keep up with his coverage of the Winter Leagues. I don’t know what we’re all going to do without that information. Like, I really enjoy knowing ow Phil Evans is doing for Criollos de Caguas and don’t know how I will get through the winter without this information.
Hopefully one of the 72 remaining writers can spend less time writing about how the Mets have to improve their infield defense and can shift over and keep an eye on Leones del Escogido for us.
