We're half way through spring training and already the injury bug has struck a few players, such as Adam Wainwright, Zach Greinke, and even Chase Utley.But not everyone is on the bend thankfully, and some players are even entering the season in the best shape of their lives.This comes as welcome news, especially for teams who are used to playing with a 50/50 squad of "A-team" and "B-team" players, and especially comes as welcome news for a handful of teams who could contend this year, such as Oakland, Chicago (both sides of town), and perhaps even Atlanta.Let's take a look ...
As we approach the month of May, player injuries, slow starts, and roster tinkering are wreaking havoc on fantasy rosters in all formats across the fantasy landscape.
But hey, what else is new, right?
Screaming at your computer monitor or Blackberry update will not alleviate your problems, nor will crazy-desperate trade considerations. What can help is utilizing the hot bats for this week in plug-and-play situations to open up the door for added opportunities.
Let’s take a look at three hot bats that have a huge ceiling for success in a plug-and-play role this week.
Seth Smith–OF–Colorado Rockies: Smith has been slowly ...
The Chicago Cubs took another outfielder from the Texas Rangers today (Thursday) when the club signed Marlon Byrd to a three year 15 million dollar deal.
This time, things should be vastly different then the Bradley experiment.
In addition to the signing of Byrd, the Cubs also signed Byrd’s old hitting coach Rudy Jaramillo who is said to have a hand in convincing the club to grab Byrd before it’s too late.
Byrd was ecstatic at the opportunity of becoming a Cub saying quote:
“When I knew I had the opportunity to become a Cub, I was really hoping this would be my landing ...
They call him ‘The Hawk”; a name fitting for one of the most tenacious, ball hunting outfielders in MLB history.
He was better known as Andre Dawson.
For nine years—what has probably been an eternity for Dawson—the eight time Gold Glove Award winner has patiently waited for that one phone call that ever HOF nominee yearns to hear, and for nine long years, that call has perpetually remained silent.
Now, Dawson finds himself on the merry go round once again; hoping there are enough votes to finally put him where he belongs: inside the Hall of Fame.
Dawson began his career in Montreal (1976) ...
Here it was.
The anthem had finished, and for a split second everything went quiet in the stands—everything went numb in my body.
I was shocked at the moment of silence because I am sure it wasn’t the first time the vast majority of those fans were at a game, but that small immeasurable act of silence is a grand example of that little kid inside each and every one of us; standing out in left field waiting for the neighbor kid to stop striking out and hit the stupid ball.
The game was always new no matter how old I thought, incredible.
The ...
The month of July has been, by far, the kindest month yet for our Cubbies.
We split two out of four against the Cardinals who are hovering just above average play right now, we stole three out of four against Milwaukee who has the HR derby crown to be happy about but nothing more, and as the 11-3 drubbing of Washington comes to a close in the background, we will take a four game sweep of those pesky Nats into the lair of the champs.
Well I say BRING IT!
The rumor of Lilly not being available for the series is now confirmed ...
After catching my breath and settling myself down, it was time to take a more leisurely stroll around Citizens Bank Park.
It was now about half-past six, and the game wouldn’t start for another 45 minutes, so it was a perfect time to take a gander at my surroundings; of course, most of that time was spent rubber-necking toward the field.
I knew one thing had to be accomplished, but it had to be done so in a precise manner: Acquire a Hatfield Hot Dog.
It was dollar dog night, and at some point, the right point, my hands had to be ...
I remember my first baseball game as if it were yesterday. At the age of 35 there is nothing more disheartening AND exhilarating than going to your first MLB game.
To most, this is a memory that is usually forged in childhood. The proverbial game with Dad, baseball cap hanging so low you have to look up an extra six inches just to see. The hot dog dripping with ketchup, or mustard, down to your sneakers as you watch your team throw around the ball in preparation of the game.
For me, this was a long time coming.
I am a Cubs fan ...
The All-Star break is before us, which means the first half of the season has come to a close, and while most will sit back and analyze their team’s progress—or lack thereof—I can’t help but wonder what that will get me aside from headaches and the occasional fit more true to a diabetic or schizophrenic.
No offense to either, but you get the point.
I have read a myriad of articles that ranged from fans showering their teams with accolades of a fine performance so far, and I've also read an equal amount of articles from fans throwing cabbage and disdain ...
