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Baby Bubba

 

Anthony McCarron has a nice, long profile on Jesus Montero in today’s Daily News:

Montero, rated as the fifth-best prospect in the game by Baseball America, might be the best hitter in the minor leagues, a player who swings his way to Yankee Stadium before his defense can catch up.

“His bat may not be too far from the big leagues,” says a rival baseball executive, who spoke on condition of anonymity because he was evaluating a player in another organization. “But they’ll have to decide his position. Jesus has a chance to be a very, very big hitter. He reminds me of Carlos Delgado at that age.

“When you have a guy who hits that well, you may want to get him out of there even if he can’t catch.”

Be interesting to see if the Yanks keep this kid around.

[Photo Credit: Noah K. Murray]

Sunday Love

Heppy Valentine’s Daze

[Photo Credit: Juroca]

The Games

So? Are you watching any of this?

The Mrs. is at the edge of her seat. She loves the winter olympics. Me? I’m amused that she’s so worked up.

Quick Fast

Here’s just a quickie to chew on as I travel back to the Big City today.

Neyer-Hughes and the Storyline that Keeps Giving.

Art of the Night

Up in Vermont for a few days. There’s hardly any snow on the ground but there is plenty of sky. Big Sky. It’s intimidating at first. Then, captivating. You can see the stars at night up here.  I can’t remember the last time I looked into the sky at night as saw so many stars.

It was sunny today and cold. Starting in the early afternoon, I sat in front of a fire and looked out at Lake Champlain. Now, it’s late and the fire is still going so look at this:

My old painting buddy Kevin used to sigh in admiration and tell me, “Man, Modigliani painted the best babes.”

Beat of the Day

The One:

Ah-Two

Tres

Salute, New Orleans. Have a Happy Weekend…

Observations From Cooperstown: Nicknames, No. 2, and Marcus Thames

Over at The Hardball Times, I feature a regular column detailing the history and origins of baseball nicknames. Since the Yankees have had their share of nicknames over their long history, it seems appropriate to highlight a few of the more memorable monikers in this space. So to start things off, and with apologies to the “Iron Horse,” the “Commerce Comet,” and “Mr. October,” here are five of my most favorite Yankee nicknames:

Phil Rizzuto: Whether it was as a ballplayer or as a broadcaster, who could not love a nickname like “The Scooter?” Rizzuto’s small physical stature, particularly his short legs, contributed to this label. While still in the minor leagues, veteran infielder Billy Hitchcock took note of Rizzuto’s fielding and running style and said to him, “Man, you’re not running, you’re scooting.” Hitchcock’s characterization caught on almost immediately, with teammates happily calling Rizzuto “Scooter.” For his part, Rizzuto loved the nickname. “It’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” Rizzuto once told Stephen Borelli of USA Today. “It could have been some other name they could have called me.” “Scooting” seemed to work for Rizzuto. He became one of the game’s best fielding shortstops of the 1940s and early fifties, eventually earning election to the Hall of Fame in 1994.

George Selkirk: The outfielder who had the misfortune of succeeding Babe Ruth in right field, Selkirk also had a distinctive way of running with his weight pressed onto the balls of his feet. Some of his teammates with the minor league Newark Bears of the International League noticed this tendency and dubbed him “Twinkletoes.” (And once you’ve got a nickname like that, you’re never getting rid of it.) The nickname followed him to the major leagues, where Selkirk established himself as a solid hitter for average who also drew plenty of walks. From 1936 to 1942, Twinkletoes played for six American League pennant winners and five world championship teams.

Walt Williams: Williams’ two Yankee seasons of 1974 and ‘75 coincided with the lost years at Shea Stadium, but “No Neck” made a stirring impression on those who followed the team during the lean years. The nickname perfectly described the head-and-shoulders region of Williams, a fireplug of an outfielder who also played for the White Sox and Indians. From a distance, Williams appeared to have no neck, his head seemingly sitting on his collarbone. The descriptive name was the brainchild of journeyman catcher John Bateman, one of Williams’ teammates during his first major league stop with the Houston Colt .45s. Along with a fitting nickname, No Neck Williams brought some color to his various major league stops He ate hamburgers voraciously, ala “Wimpy” in the old “Popeye” cartoons, and liked to cover his body in Vaseline both before and after games. Williams felt that it would be good for his skin, even if it did nothing to elongate his neck.

Jimmy Wynn: This underrated outfielder spent only part of one season in the Bronx, but his nickname, “The Toy Cannon,” is too good to pass up. At five feet, nine inches tall and 170 pounds, Wynn hardly struck the pose of a prototypical power hitter. Originally a prospect with the Astros, Wynn soon proved that appearances can be deceiving. Wynn hit with such remarkable power, even in a hitter’s bone yard like the old Astrodome, that a contingent of Astros fans began referring to him as “The Toy Cannon.” Whenever I hear the nickname, an image comes to mind of Wynn pulling a toy cannon by a string, as he slowly walks from the on-deck circle to the batter’s box. It’s a strange image to say the least, but it says something about the powerful connotations that come with such a visual nickname. The nickname was fully in place by the time that the Yankees signed the aging Wynn as a free agent in 1977. It’s just too bad that the Yankees hadn’t brought him to town sooner, when he was putting up big numbers and playing terrific defense for the Astros and the Dodgers.

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In The Best Shape Of His Life

Pitchers and catchers report in less than a week, but there are already Yankees in camp working out. The Yankees have no players returning from major injuries (Chien-Ming Wang and Xavier Nady having both moved on), and it will be weeks before we’ll find out if Joba Chamberlain can find the missing ticks on his fastball and more than a month before Joe Girardi names a fifth starter or a left fielder. So, with pitchers and catchers somewhat anticlimactic, and spring training games still three weeks away, what are you anxious to see or hear about as the players begin reporting to camp?

Art of the Night

Untitled, by Mark Rothko (circa 1950s)

Beat of the Day

So you didn’t think we were going to make it through the week without hearing from these guys, did you?

Times Two:

Taster’s Cherce

The first time I visited London, my father’s friend made me a proper Irish Breakfast–bacon, eggs, grilled tomatoes, toast. And he served it with a bottle of Daddies sauce. It tasted like a thicker, sweeter version of A-1. I didn’t realize until later that Daddies was a knock-off of the more popular HP sauce. Being the sucker for conidments that I am, I love ’em both, though it’s much easier to find HP.

You can get Daddies at the wonderful British food shop, Myers of Keswick, a Greenwich Village institution.

Yankee Talk, Nick You’re On the Air

From a recent BP chat, our old pal, Jay Jaffe:

Nick Stone (New York, NY): How do you see the Marcus Thames/Randy Winn/Jamie Hoffman situation shaking out? Do Thames and Winn have anything left in the tank, given last season’s fades? I would have though Thames would pinch hit and Winn would then take over to avoid exposing Thames’ glove (or lack thereof). Does this mean Hoffman will be returned to the Dodgers shortly?

JJ: First, I think this probably means Hoffman is going back to the Dodgers’ organization. I like the natural fit between Thames (a lefty-masher) and Winn (a switch hitter whose bat died vs. lefties last year) or Granderson (who’s struggled vs. southpaws lately as well), but it’s worth remembering you’re talking about fourth and fifth outfielders here, since Brett Gardner is projected to start somewhere, too.

The other good thing about Thames is that he can spot for Nick Johnson at DH against tough lefties, though the Stick has had at least some success against southpaws as well.

News Update – 2/11/10

Today’s update is powered by the ballad of Beaker:

The Yankees could be facing a most interesting offseason following the 2010 season. Closer Mariano Rivera and shortstop Derek Jeter, two franchise icons, will become eligible for free agency, and manager Joe Girardi’s three-year contract will expire.

The Yankees have a strict policy of not negotiating contracts until the current one has expired. Thus, questions about the future of all three will hang over the Yankees all season. GM Brian Cashman, though, does not see that as a potential problem.

“Everybody signed those contracts and there is a lot of money being made and people are comfortable,” Cashman told the New York Post‘s irascible George Arthur King III.

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Art of the Night

Reclining Nude, by David Park (1960).

(From the SF Moma collection)

Beat of the Day

More from New Orleans.

Here are a couple of funky, badass joints from Lee Dorsey:

Duece:

Taster’s Cherce

As a kid, I sometimes had cereal for breakfast–I went through phases with cereal, actually–but mostly I ate toast with butter and jam. And sometimes we’d get lucky and mom would buy a jar of nutella, the chocolate hazelnut spread. It’s just terrible for you, chock full of partially hydrogenated oils, but it sure does taste good.

More simple eating pleasures for a snowy day.

Cup of tea–or coffee–a slice of good bread, and a schmeer of the good stuff. Maybe some sliced bananas. Who knows, go crazy.

Paid in Full

“I got my pride.”

–Ralph Kramden

Joel Sherman has an interesting piece about Derek Jeter’s looming contract talks and the Hall of Fame shortstop’s pride:

Even his most loyal supporters — and [former manager, Joe] Torre was as loyal to Jeter as anyone — recognized a position change might be necessary. There had been some sentiment to make Jeter the successor to Bernie Williams in center before Johnny Damon came aboard in 2006. And by the time the 2007 season ended, the issue could not be ignored any more.

So Cashman took Jeter to dinner in Manhattan and told the Yankees captain that his side-to-side actions must improve. Jeter has an outsized athletic arrogance. He believes in himself completely, which allows him to deftly block out criticism and negativity. This trait enables him to thrive in the cauldron, but also prevents him from seeing personal shortcomings the way others perceive them. Still, to his credit, he agreed to try a new way.

With the Yankees paying the bills, Jeter enlisted Jason Riley, the director of performance at the Athletes Compound in Tampa. Riley formulated a plan to increase Jeter’s first-step quickness, particularly in fielding grounders to his left. Power lifting was diminished, agility — especially in the hips — was empha – sized , weight was lost. The results came slowly at first in 2008 and in a wave last year when Jeter had one of his finest defensive seasons.

“The player Derek is, he took to it and said, ‘Watch, I will prove you wrong,’ ” Cashman said.

There is no telling how Jeter’s career will play out from here. It could get ugly, as it does for so many of the great ones. One thing is sure: He’ll sign a big contract with the Yankees after this season. Jeter is more than a star, after all. He’s a Legend.

Blizzard

Welp, the Weatherman wasn’t messin’ around about this one. Woke up this morning to see the Bronx covered in snow.

I have the day off anyhow. Was supposed to go to, get this, Vermont, of all places. Actually, not supposed to go up until tomorrow and it should be fine by the afternoon.

In the meantime, “Snow day with the wife, snow day with the wife.”

I’ll be back with more beats, art, and yes, even baseball, throughout the day.

Y’all stay safe now.

Art of the Night

 

Figure Drawing by Richard Diebenkorn (mid-1960s).

Beat of the Day

Think we need to double-up here as we shake rump to New Orleans funk:

Here goes my favorite version of a N.O. standard. Never fails to get me movin! (Man, to be able to whistle like that…)

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