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What is left to say?

Posted on August 24, 2009 by Andyzipp in Columnistas, Featured, Off Day

off-day-largeDespite winning their last two home series and going 4-2 over the last week, the Astros woke up this morning 10 games behind the Cardinals, in third place in the division with 38 games left in the season.

But, hey, great tickets are still available.

Even the die-hard in me, the one who sat through the entire 7-5 loss to MLB’s most tatted-up team, the Arizona Douchebags Diamondbacks, has called it quits on the 2009 season. At 61-63, the Astros have a chance to finish with a winning record. Okay, mathematically, they have a chance to win the division or the wild card, or Miss Universe or whatever, but realistically, they have a chance to finish the season over .500.

Someone in the front office apparently noticed this little bit of news, as Ivan “Pudge” Rodriguez, was dealt to the Texas Rangers a week ago. The move was for a guy who’s playing second in AAA and a 22-year old pitcher currently in low Class-A Hickory. Not the Hoosiers Hickory. Because if the Astros had dealt for Jimmy Chitwood, that would be awesome. Even if it was Norman Dale, that’s a deal you can set your watch by. Or something. It’s a move that looks for all the world to be a white flag, although surrendering would imply that the Astros had been in a fight for the last few weeks. How else do you categorize dealing your starting catcher? Other than under ‘I’ for “It’s over Johnny.”

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Since winning the opener of a series against the Mets, the Astros had gone 7-15 and dropped 9 games in the standings prior to the latest home stand. That’s more of a slaughter than a fight. Almost overnight, injuries and curious moves turned one of the hottest teams in baseball at the middle of July to a icy shell of a franchise in mid-August. Mathematically, there’s still a chance, although even the most optimistic, brick-colored glasses wearing die hard would be hard pressed to tell you how it could happen.

Normally, at this point, in this type of season, you’d want to look to the future, talk prospects. You would be “waiting til next year”, but there would be something to talk about. That may be the most frustrating part of this season and 2010. The immediate future for this team is already in Houston. Bud Norris, Yorman Bazardo, Sammy Gervacio have all made their Houston and/or Major League debuts in the last couple of weeks. Felipe Paulino is up as well. Unfortunately (or fortunately based on your view of their performances to date), that may be it. Next year, you might see Brian Bogusevic, Chris Johnson or Tommy Manzella up, or not, as they haven’t really distinguished themselves in AAA. Maybe Edwin Maysonet gets some much deserved playing time. But that’s it. As you know if you’ve taken a Bus Ride, the talent in this organization is, with very few exceptions, below AA this year. This is the hole that Tim Purpura’s drafts left the organization.

As has been covered, barring any moves in the off-season, the Astros will open with definite, undeniable holes at short, third, catcher, three of the rotation spots and just about half the bullpen. Pray for some moves, because there is nothing in the organization that could be moved up to address the majority of these positions.

Even if all of the prior rambling was fact instead of FACT!, this team isn’t a lot of fun to watch. For that, I place the blame squarely on the shoulders of one Cecil Cooper. The Astros’ manager, who appears to be auditioning for a job on the deck of the Titanic every time he pulls a pitcher, is at his personal end of days. Like Sherman’s march to the Sea, Cooper appears to be intent on setting fire to as many pitchers as he can get his hands on. Is there ever a reason to use 6 pitchers in a 4-2 victory? No. Stop thinking about it. Just like Cecil.

There have been a couple of telling quotes in recent weeks from Mr. Cooper. The first, in reference to his regular visits with Commissioner Bud Selig, most recently in mid-August went something like, “He likes to sit and talk baseball,” Cooper said. “If you go in his office, he could get pretty riled up about umpires and stuff like that. He’s just a guy that loved the game and loved to win. He’d get pretty upset if you didn’t win. He’s a good baseball person.”

He’d get pretty upset if you didn’t win. He’s a good baseball person. You gotta wonder if his little mood swings are actually based on the games, or have they become something he thinks he’s supposed to do.

The second little quote, which Cooper has reiterated a number of times in the last couple of weeks, “We need something to shake us pretty quickly,” Astros manager Cecil Cooper said. “Time is beginning to run out on us. We need to get a streak going.”

The Astros are the only team in baseball that hasn’t had a winning streak of at least five games this year. (When I say baseball, I’m only talking about the National League, because fuck them.) The Pirates have done it, the Reds have done it. Hell, the Nationals have done it.

The quote in and of itself is harmless, innocuous even. But Cooper says “streak” like it’s something that just happens without effort or thought, like Lindsay Lohan showing cooter, and that the Astros are owed one. You want a streak Cecil? How about this: learn how to manage a bullpen. Stop warming up and using (or not) 5, 6, 7 pitchers a game. Stop burning out your effective relievers. Stop jerking around your starting pitchers. Stop shuffling your batting order. Stop playing your older players (especially your shortstop and catcher) every single day because you’re afraid to sit them down every now and then. Streaks happen because teams play consistently good baseball for extended periods of time. It is impossible to play consistently good baseball for an extended period of time when you’re experimenting on players like you’re John Harvey Kellogg. When your hitters don’t know what the expectations are, when you have more lineups than Paris Hilton has sexually transmitted diseases, when starters know you don’t have their back, when your bullpen is extra crispy at the end of July, there will be no streaks. You get nothing. Good Day sir!

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Did You Know?

A disappointing season isn’t new territory for Astros fans (or any fans of any baseball team, for that matter). There have been plenty of seasons that the team tanked, or started bad, or was never really in contention, or needed a miracle to win 80 games. The faulty memory of Houston sports fans will tell you that the Astros always underachieve, always produce dogs of teams. The reality is a little bit different.

To date, the Astros have completed 47 seasons of play, about to be 48. Overall, they’re 3799-3810, which is pretty impressive if you consider that the Houston franchise didn’t have a winning season until 1972, or eleven seasons in. Houston won at a .429 clip in the 60’s, and .493 in the 70’s. 12 of the franchise’s 19 losing seasons occurred before 1980.

Since 1980, Houston has had 21 winning seasons. The Astros won at a .522 rate in the 80’s, .523 in the 90’s and so far .518 in the oughts.

Overall the franchise has had 24 winning seasons, 19 losing seasons and 4 .500 finishes.

On a Personal Note

Thanks to everyone who was able to show up to my little birthday shindig. I very much appreciate it. And thanks for the gift. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with the picture, but the desk set was very nice.

Also, sorry this thing is a rambling mess. I have no real excuses other than the Astros make me crazy. Add to it that the upcoming months have me looking forward to A&M and Texans football, and, well…I’ll be spending a lot of time with my kids this fall.

Neither a Buyer Nor a Also-Ran Be…

Posted on June 23, 2009 by Andyzipp in Columnistas, Featured, Off Day No Comments

off-day-largeThere are no great teams in Major League Baseball. Sure, the Dodgers and Red Sox appear to be running away with the the National League West and the American League East, respectively. And certainly, there are T-ball teams with a better chance of making the playoffs than the Washington Nationals. But other than the six division leaders, there are 23 additional teams within 10 games of being in the playoffs. So that’s 29 out of 30 teams with a shot at the playoffs. Twenty-three of those teams are at worst 5 games below .500. Everyone is “in”, at least on June 23rd. In theory, it should make for great baseball, with every team feeling like they are in it each and every game. So the season should be chock full of moments like this past weekend when eleven games were won in the last at-bat.

Instead, you have one horrid team, 2 pretty good teams (and based on the level of competition, who knows how good they actually are), and 27 other teams all kind of lumped together playing mediocre, inconsistent baseball. Since mediocre and inconsistent should be in the logo for this year’s Astros team (now taking the field, Your Inconsistent Houston Mediocre Astros), they fit right in. And while realistically, most of the 27 are going to fall by the wayside over the next couple of months, the wild-card format allows for the opportunity for a 2007 Rockies (or 2005 Astros) type team to catch fire and ride it all the way to the World Series. So, right now, if you’re not the Nationals (or Diamondbacks, Royals or Indians) you probably consider yourself a “buyer”. Which is why it’s the perfect time for the Astros to become “sellers”.

The Astros have several free agents to consider after this season, none of whom are likely to back. Just operating off of memory here…Miguel Tejada, Jose Valverde, LaTroy Hawkins, Tim Byrdak, Pudge Rodriguez, Brandon Backe, Russ Ortiz and Mike Hampton are all free agents to be. Maybe Jason Michaels, Geoff Blum, and Darrin Erstad, too. They also have options on Doug Brocail (club) and Brian Moehler (mutual) to consider. On the current 25-man roster, you figure that Lance Berkman, Roy Oswalt, Carlos Lee, Hunter Pence, Wandy Rodriguez, Chris Sampson, Wesley Wright and Michael Bourn will almost certainly be back next year. Kaz Matsui too, but only because he is almost completely un-tradeable (and unlove-ed). By my count, that’s sixteen open positions on the 2010 team. Six. Teen. From this year’s roster, the Astros will still have Alberto Arias, Jeff Fulchino, Felipe Paulino, Humberto Quintero, Edwin Maysonet and Jeff Keppinger though some form of club control/arb-eligible blah blah blah stuff that smarter people than me can explain to you.

If the Astros had to open the 2010 season today, not only would their calendars be completely worthless, but it’s hard to say they could field a team. The infield would have Berkman at first, some combination of Matsui and Maysonet at second and big nasty question marks at third, short and catcher. The starting outfield, one of the most productive in baseball this year, comes back intact with Lee, Bourn and Pence, but right now there isn’t a fourth outfielder, not to mention a fifth outfielder, but the Astros aren’t carrying one of those right now anyway. The bench likely includes Keppinger, Quintero and whichever of Matsunet isn’t playing. The pitching looks to get a lot thinner (if you can imagine that) with Oswalt and Wandy at the top and three days of praying for rain. Right now, only Paulino has any major league experience as a starter, so I guess add him there. The bullpen would “feature” Wright, Sampson, Fulchino and Arias, but there’s no closer and no established set up man.

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The organization doesn’t have a major league ready catcher (sorry Mr. Towles) and will need to answer internal questions at short (Tommy Manzella, maybe), third (ditto on Chris Johnson), in the outfield (Brian Bogusevic or Yordanny Ramirez) and on the mound. Is anyone out of a group that includes Bud Norris, Yorman Bazardo, and Polin Trinidad ready to be a major league starter? Is there a closer in the wind somewhere?

While the front office of your local nine is currently saying the right things about building this team, you have to wonder if they mean it when they’re 4 games out of a playoff spot. Are they content to get a slew of supplemental picks for letting guys leave at the end of the season? Are they really willing to part with a Miguel Tejada or Jose Valverde for the right deal? It’s pie in the sky, but if you could pry away a Clay Buchholz (or rather THE actual Clay Buchholz) from a contender who might need some offense as well as someone who could stand in the shortstop position play shortstop, how much would that hasten the rebuilding? If you could get Brandon Wood from the Angels for one of the top closers in baseball for their stretch run, would that help? If it makes it go smoother, the Astros could probably still part with Tejada and Valverde and stay just as much in contention as they are right now. Tell Drayton that, Mr. Wade.

This is the last gasp for the post-Bagwell/Biggio Astros (the Berkman/Oswalt Astros doesn’t sound as good), and while they could still make a run (and they probably will) the organization has to take the opportunity to look forward and be bold. Go on, forget about raging against the dying of the light and be “sellers”.

Everything Old Is New Again

History recycles. It’s green as hell in that patterns repeat, if you want to see them. I’ve struggled to come to terms with why this year’s Astros team isn’t all that interesting to me. I mean I watch the games, I read the articles and quotes, I even, from time to time actually discuss baseball (kinda) on various (one) media outlets. It hit me (conveniently in time to do another column) that I’ve seen this team before. Only then they were called the 1990 Houston Astros.

The 1990 team was, as most in the history of the Houston franchise to that point, a dog of a team, but they didn’t know it going to the season. The opening day roster featured Houston favorites, including Gerald Young, Craig Biggio, Billy Doran, Glenn Davis, and Ken Caminiti. Mike Scott was joined in the rotation by Jim Deshaies, Danny Darwin and Mark Portugal. The bullpen was led by closer Dave Smith, Larry Andersen, Juan Agosto and Charlie Kerfeld.

They had reason to believe that 1990 might be a pretty good season, by Houston standards anyway. Led by second year manager, Art Howe, the Astros were coming off a rebound 86-76 1989 campaign. Scott and Deshaies had combined for 35 wins. Davis and Doran were the stars and the motor for the team, offensively. Biggio, Caminiti, Portugal and Eric Yelding were exciting young players to watch. Plus the much anticipated Eric Anthony was going to take over in right field. It looked like Houston had a good mix of youth and experience and were poised to make a move.

They proceeded to completely fall apart. By Memorial Day, 1990, Houston was 14 games behind Cincinnati. It proceeded to get worse from there. Scott battled injuries. Deshaies had a bad season. Bill Gullickson got 32 starts. Davis played in only 93 games and was replaced by Franklin Stubbs at first. Gerald Young, Dave Smith, Alex Trevino, Charley Kerfeld, Juan Agosto, and Jim Clancy (thank god) were let go. Caminiti and Yelding regressed. Eric Anthony was Eric Anthony. Glenn Wilson retired to his gas station in Humble (or wherever). Doran was traded to the Reds for Terry McGriff, amongst others. And Larry Andersen was traded to the Boston Red Sox for some skinny AA third baseman who was buried in their organization. Houston finished the 1990 season in 4th place in the National League West, at 75-87, 16 games back.

All told, sixteen players who opened the 1990 season with the Astros were elsewhere by April 8th, 1991. It was as complete a flush of a sports organization as has ever been seen in Houston, and predictably, the Astros finished even worse in 1991 at 65-97. However, Jeff Bagwell, Steve Finley, Pete Harnisch, Kenny Lofton, Curt Schilling, Scott Servais and Tony Eusebio all made their Houston debuts. Luis Gonzalez, Andujar Cedeno, and Darryl Kile and Caminiti played their first really meaningful stretches with the Astros.

The moves in 1990 and 1991 were the foundation for an 15-year stretch that saw your Houston Astros go 1272-1093 (.538) with 6 playoff appearances and a National League Pennant. From 1994 to 2006, the Astros either first or second in their division 12 of those 13 seasons. It’s the greatest stretch in Astros history, by any measure. It changed the perception of the Houston franchise throughout baseball.

It feels like there’s a similar opportunity, just 19 years later.

Who cares about the Rangers?

Posted on June 16, 2009 by Andyzipp in Columnistas, Off Day

off-day-largeAfter winning 5 series in a row, your Houston Astros are still in last place.  But with momentum. I guess.

It may just be me, but I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with this team.  Maybe it’s the sudden rash of injuries, or the fact that the current run has been against some of the worst teams in baseball.  Maybe it’s that the manager isn’t really skilled at his job or that there just aren’t that many good pitchers in the rotation.  Maybe it’s the pin-striped uniforms or the lack of edible foodstuff at Mandatory Concessions Park at Union Station.

 

Anyway, the team is in, according the schedule, Texas to play the Rangers in a series that has no meaning what so ever, (outside of wins and losses), shiny footwear be damned.  I know we go through this every year, but Interleague play is just a bad idea.  Besides forcing fake rivalries down the throats of the baseball watching public, besides the competitive imbalance it creates, besides the “rotation” that has brought the Red Sox and Yankees to Houston exactly once in the 13 years while setting up crucial series Kansas City and Minnesota season after season, the whole is flawed because of the one difference between the American and National leagues…the designated hitter.

 

When the Rangers traveled to Houston a couple of weeks ago, they crushed the Astros, sweeping them and racking up 17 runs to the Astros’ 8.  The Rangers, because there’s no DH in the Senior Circuit, were forced to “shuffle” their line up by choosing to play either Hank Blalock (.251/.294/.529) or Michael Young (.316/.359/.500) at 3rd.  On a side note, it was the first time in a very long time I remember feeling that the Astros were outclassed.  This series the Astros are going to juggle by playing a gimpy Carlos Lee at DH, which is likely going to mean a steady diet of Jason Michaels (.189/.271/.321).  American League teams carry a Hank Blalock or Jason Kubel or Jeff Larish on their roster with the express idea that they’re going to hit four or five times a game.  National League teams carry bench players like Michaels and Darin Erstad because they can field their positions capably and might be able to provide a little offense here and there.

 

To win the Silver Boot, the Astros would have to sweep the Rangers while outscoring them by 9 runs overall. Since that’s not going to happen, the Rangers can, to paraphrase the eloquent Tanner Boyle, take their trophy and shove it straight up their ass. Texas has won 20 of 33 home games this season, but have also dropped three of their last four home series (hello, June).  The Astros need to concentrate on winning series, and traveling to Texas(?) is as good a place as any to continue that.

 

But other than winning the games, who cares?  There is no rivalry here.  I don’t know that there ever has been.  Over their respective histories, the Astros and Rangers have mostly inconsequential in the grand scheme of baseball.  The Astros have had more division titles, playoff appearances and pennants (1).  The Rangers have still never won a playoff series, and are more known for overreaching franchise weirdness than anything else.  All things considered, I’d rather have another set of games with the Cubs or Cardinals (or Reds or Pirates or Brewers) than visiting Arlington, or Minnesota or 8 Mile.

 

I would guess Rangers fans feel the same way, but I’ve never met one.  I assume they’re all going to be glued to taped coverage of the luncheon the Cowboys are putting on for their employees in the Jerry Dome.  I’m not going to research whether or not they televise that kind of thing, but I’m leaning towards they absolutely do.

 

Safe At Home

 

Talk Zone favorite Alyssa Milano has written a book, Safe At Home: Confessions of a Baseball Fanatic. In the interest of full disclosure, I haven’t read it.  I haven’t read reviews of it.  I have a general idea that it’s some sort of quasi-biography set against her life as a baseball fan.  And while I do spend nights thinking about her and balls, in a way, I’m probably never going to purchase this.  I did pick it up because I saw this:

in a Barnes and Noble as I was busy drinking over-priced coffee and reading books for free. (Seriously, how do they make money?  The mark-up on coffee can’t be that good.) Spoiler Alert: That’s the only picture in the book.  I may be just a simple man, not wise to the mysterious ways of publishing, but damn man, how do you not have a a picture of that woman handling balls (and bats).  And if the star of Embrace of the Vampire is taking herself too seriously…have this chick fill in:

I don’t know what a Transformer is, but I will gladly give $12.50 to a movie theatre-type establishment if this woman is sweating her way through several scenes.

The Future Is Now?

Posted on June 8, 2009 by Andyzipp in Columnistas, Off Day

off-day-largeThe good news…The Astros have won their last three series, including this weekend’s home tilt with the Pirates of Pittsburgh. They’re climbing (ever so slowly) back to .500 and after a pretty bad start to the season are only 5 games back of the wildcard spot in the National League.

The bad news…The Astros played the Pyrites two of those three series and the hapless Rockies the other. Despite the recent good stretch, they’re still dead last in the National League Central. They still have the 7th worst record in Major League Baseball and they’re are still looking up at the business end of 9 other teams for a playoff spot.

It’s all a matter of what you want to see, I suppose. While it’s cool to go 7-3 over the last 10 games, and be the “hottest” team in the division over that span, it’s akin to being the hottest granny in the nursing home. (Please forgive anything you might have just read that lead your mind towards granny-porn. Limey.) In the grand scheme of things, the questions remain: Are the last 3 series representative of a team that is starting to turn things around?  Or is this a team that just got one over on two of the only teams playing worse than they are?  It’s easy to assume that’s the case, but this is the same team that struggled to split two games with Washington a few weeks ago. More to the point, after 55 games, does anyone know what the Astros are capable of this season? Are the last 117 going to be any different?

Through the first two months, the 2009 season has been an amalgamation of questionable decision making, cancer, piss-poor defense, a face-plant, injuries, and woeful inconsistency at the plate. It hasn’t been pretty, but maybe it looks worse because of the various side-shows that have made it alternatingly fascinating and unbearable, sort of like Rock of Love I, II and Bus. Take away the on-going Cecil Cooper drama, Sean Berry’s cancer, this site’s fascination with Alyson Footer’s career choices and what are we left with? A team with a pair of All-Stars who have played more like Lenny and Squiggy than Berkman and Oswalt. A team with exactly zero off-season acquisitions working out the way the front-office hoped. A team with a bullpen that is almost completely different from the one that ended last season, in terms of personnel as well as role. A team full of aging, high priced veterans heading towards the end of their careers. A team with only 8 players under the age of 30. All of these thing has lead at least one interested observer to state on the record that it may be time to start rebuilding with younger players. That interested observer is one Drayton McLane.

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How significant is this apparent change of heart from the man who has as recently as this spring publicly declared, “We don’t rebuild, we reload”? Well, it’s a lot more significant than what account is making direct deposits in Footer’s bank account. For the first time besides fanboy handwringing, there is legitimate reason to believe that unless the Stros make a significant run between now and July 31st, veterans like Ivan Rodriguez, Miguel Tejada, Darrin Erstad, Geoff Blum, Kaz Matsui, Mike Hampton, Jose Valverde are going to be shopped. The franchise may put a real premium on getting pieces for the future for the first time since the early 90’s. The very recent (yesterday) move of Jason Castro to AA Corpus Christi may be the first really transparent move towards getting this franchise “ready” for 2010. Or 2011. For a franchise that usually shows all the foresight and planning of a dog chasing a tennis ball across a linoleum floor, this is a very big deal.

On the other hand, if the Astros were to win 7 of their next 10 (Cubs, Diamondbacks, Rangers, Twins), the Astros would be only a game under .500 and in the thick of another wild card race. Win the 7 of 10 after that (Twins, Royals, Tigers, Padres) and Houston is “allofasuddenlike” 39-36 with 12 of their last 14 at home before the All-Star break. Five of those are against the Nationals. The point is, the season is absolutely still salvageable. Oswalt will eventually get the cortisone shot he needs, Berkman will start hitting the way history suggests he will, the bullpen will start getting some healthy bodies back. If thats the case, the real question becomes, does Ed Wade have the ability, or the inclination to go to McLane and tell him, “What’s going on on the field is an anomally. We still need to move some of these players”?

Either way, the remainder of the season is going to be an interesting one. If the Astros are competitive up until the break, and can come close to the second half of 2008 (which I still have to believe is the real hope at Union Station, despite any lunch-time talk) that will be a lot of fun. This team was a hurricane away from the playoffs last year. If they trip on their collective dicks over the next 30 games, we get to see just how good a general manager Ed Wade really is. It’s also possible that the Astros can deal a Miguel Tejada or a Jose Valverde, get prospects for 2010 (or 2011) and stay in the hunt this season. It’s up to the on-field talent to chart the course from here on out.

And now for something completely different…

In a very short amount of time, Hunter Pence has risen to the forefront of not only the

Astros roster, but the very center of the TalkZone subconscious. He even has been granted the unique and not-at-all-0verdone honor of having a area of seats graced with his name, “Hunter’s Lodge”. As such, he has earned several nicknames…Gunther, Thunderpants, Pane in the Ass, and simply PENCE!!!

I would like to humbly suggest a new addition…

Whitey McSkullshirt.

Et tu, Cooper?

Posted on May 28, 2009 by Andyzipp in Columnistas, Off Day

off-day-largeFriends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears. In watching the ongoing melt-down that is the career of one Cecil Cooper as manager of the Houston Astros, there are a lot of parallels that come to mind.  It’s starting to feel reminiscent of President Richard Nixon’s last days in office or perhaps General George Custer’s final planning meetings with his lieutenants (although we’d probably need to ask Jim R to be sure).   Baseball-wise, Cooper is facing adversity both on the field and in the clubhouse.  His starting pitching has been sub-par, his offense has been non-existent and his bullpen, supposedly the rock for him to rely on, has been decimated by injury.  As a result of all those things (but not only those things), his charges, the Astros are 18-27, in last place in the division and currently in possession of the 3rd worst record in all of baseball.  In response, Cooper is traveling down an unfortunate but familiar path for failed managers: fighting battles through the media, particularly with your players.

This issue isn’t unique to Cooper.  Lots of managers have, when faced with problems, traveled down this road.  Cooper’s latest targets were Roy Oswalt and Tim Byrdak. Larry Dierker and Craig Biggio had some heated exchanges in the last days of that regime through the ink of eagerly waiting reporters.  Terry Collins tried the same thing with Darryl Kile and Jeff Bagwell.  Which brings me back to other historical figures…

 

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him;
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones,
So let it be with Caesar.

 

For those that haven’t been paying attention, and judging by the attendance you haven’t (thanks Harry Doyle), Wednesday night, after the 6thof 7 consecutive losses Cecil Cooper sort of let loose in his post-game presser.  I have a problem with a post-game press conference in baseball, but that’s another issue for another day.  The game situation was this:  bottom 5th inning, tight game, Oswalt in whatever passes for command for him this season, fields a ball from Joey Votto and may or may not have injured his hand in the process.  After testing it out and throwing a few in the tunnel behind the dugout, Oswalt returned to pitch the bottom of the 6th inning, and proceeded to have one of his all too familiar meltdowns, leading to another loss for the Astros.

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Cooper’s response was to seemingly abdicate any responsibility for Oswalt or pitching coach Dewey Robinson to the media, claiming not to know that Oswalt may have been hurt.

 

The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it …
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all; all honourable men)

 

To Cooper, clearly the inning and the eventual loss was all on Oswalt, and reliever Tim Byrdak who gave up the game winning blast in the 7th inning.  Oswalt’s “ambition” was failing to properly notify Cooper that his hand was hurting or that his fingertips were numb.  Even though he likely notified Robinson of such when Robinson took a trip out to the mound after Oswalt hit a batter and walked another to load the bases, clearly struggling with his control. Cooper claimed after saying this, “With your ace on the mound, you figure if you don’t have it, you’ve got a pretty good chance of getting it. We let two leads slip away there. We just need him to step up and be who he’s supposed to be”, Cooper claimed not to know about any sort of injury or pain that Oswalt may have been dealing with.

 

Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral;
He was my friend, faithful and just to me.
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man…

 

So one of a few things happened…either Oswalt lied (or lied by omission), Robinson lied or failed to tell Cooper, or Cooper failed to ask how his ace pitcher was feeling both when Oswalt returned to the dugout after the 5th or when Robinson returned to the dugout after his visit to the mound or he’s lying about not knowing about the injury.  Even if Oswalt was hiding the pain, and lying about an injury, if you’re the manager of a Major League Baseball team, and you notice your highest paid pitcher take a ball off his throwing hand, and test it in the tunnel, don’t you ask the question, and then trust your own eyes for the answer?  Aren’t you even a little bit inquisitive about his status when your ace’s control flies out the window?
But because of Oswalt’s ambition, he failed the situation and failed Cooper (or at least it feels that way), and Cooper proceeded to throw Oswalt and Byrdak under the bus.

 

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.

 

To me, Oswalt is an ongoing issue.  He is not the pitcher he once was.  Whether the problem is age, concentration, health, ability or the heartbreak of psoriasis has yet to be determined. Having said that, he’s still, with apologies to Wandy Rodriguez, the ace of this staff.  He may not have that designation for much longer, but in the meantime…he is a player who has maximized his physical ability, takes the ball at every opportunity, and gives his all at every opportunity. He should go down as one of this team’s all-timers.
Whether he’s truly towards the end of a good career, needs a change of scenery, or some thing else, I have no reason to question Oswalt’s intent.  This is with the VERY common knowledge that pitchers are big fat liars. He has pulled himself from games before, and also pitched through injuries to get bit outs for this franchise.  Oswalt is an on-going issue, but he’s not the problem.

 

You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse; was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.

 

Cooper chose to challenge Oswaltthough the media after Wednesday’s loss.  It’s a move that could probably be categorized as the desperate act of a dying man.  Instead of trying to keep the team together, Cooper is acting in a way designed to tear the clubhouse apart.  Except designed is the wrong word because I don’t think he gives anything relating to this team that much thought.  It’s all overreaction and hair-pulling at this point.  If there was a communication breakdown (and Robert Plant wasn’t in the room, which would be awesome), the correct actonwould have been to meet with Oswalt and Robinson, figure out what happened, and figure out a way to fix it…before you talk to the bloodsucking media.
Instead, Cooper not only undermined Robinson and pissed off Oswalt and Byrdak, but made himself look like an idiot.  How does Cooper not know his pitcher was hurting?  How does Cooper not know what his pitching coach said to Oswalt?  It’s Cecil Cooper’s job to know.  So either he’s lying about what he knew, or he’s failed at his job, miserably.

 

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?

 

Simply put, despite his inordinate amount of whining about run support and growing up on the mean streets of Weir, the other players are going to circle the wagons around Oswalt.  Mainly because it seems like they know Cooper’s just as likely to throw them under the bus.  It’s because of things like this that have led many to believe Cooper has lost the clubhouse.  Something to consider about that.  Usually, when a team goes through an extended period of bad play, you hear certain cliches from athletes.  Things like, “It’s on us to win.” or “The coaches are doing their jobs, we’re the guys out on the field.”  That we’re hearing none of that is pretty damning in and of itself.

 

O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

The team is sailing, rudderless through this part of the schedule.  With a chance to get back in the division race, the Astros lost 8 of 10 and 7 in a row.  Rather than attempting to manage things like effort and focus, Cooper has resorted to managing results. The results have been predictable.  The talk has been of roster shuffles, fire sales, draft picks and coaching changes, not the topics we’ve come to expect from the Astros, and especially not as early as May 28th.

These are dark times in Houston for the local nine, and a leader needs to emerge.  It doesn’t appear that number 15 is the guy for that job.

Time To Get Offensive

Posted on May 19, 2009 by Andyzipp in Columnistas, Off Day

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After a valiant effort that captured the imagination of sports fans across the city, the Houston Rockets fell to the Los Angeles Lakers in a hard-fought 7-game series this past Sunday.  Which, in Houston, meant that both the fans and the media remembered somewhere around Monday morning that Houston also has a baseball team.  Unfortunately, that team is the Astros.  The ones currently in 5th place in a 6-team division.  The ones who are about to open a series with the red-hot Milwaukee Brewers.  The same Brewers who just swept the Co-Ardinals to take sole possession of 1st place in that same 6-team division.  Uh-oh. 

This might not want to be the series that the Stros have their 2009 coming out party tied to.The Astros haven’t been exceptionally good anywhere, but they’ve been noticeably worse at home so far this season.  Take out the 3-game sweep against the Padres to close the last home stand, and Houston is 5 and 10 at home this season with some less than inspiring performances. The common theme in the first 15 home games was the disappearance of anything resembling an offense from your hometown nine.  At MMPUS so far this season, the Astros have been held to less than 4 runs 9 times, including being shut out once.   This is probably the point where someone would expect to see a joke about home cooking and Sheriff Blaylock, but I wouldn’t want to sully the name of that legendary hero of Old West cuisine.  Even if he’s imaginary, he’s right up there with the wolf who makes Wolf Brand Chili.  Just put some words together and liberally sprinkle the word runs throughout.  You’ll get the gist.

But as the weather has started to heat up, so have the Astros bats.  On the season, the Astros have just 3 regulars hitting over .300.  Over the last seven games, every starting player not named Matsui (.176) is hitting north of .318.  This includes Lance Berkman, who has likely reached into his reserve of “special” Twinkies.  Since last Saturday’s tilt with the Fathers, Berkman is hitting a Bagwellian .474, including a .583 on-base percentage and a .684 slugging percentage. Not coincidentally, the Astros are 5-2 (and should have been 6-1) over that same span. (Not to Justice here, but on a side note, how many of the local media had prolonged discussions over the last 6 weeks about whether or not Berkman was done?  I know they’re just holding on until the Texans’ training camp starts, but great googily-moogily.)  Other positive signs include the Carlos Lee’s continued uncanny ability to drive in runs, the sudden emergence of Pudge Rodriguez at the bottom of the order, and the surprising improvement of Hunter Pence and Michael Bourn. 
If you get the feeling that the Astros have to hit on all cylinders to win, you’re dead on. Partly because that’s how the team was built, partly because the bullpen is literally (not literally) ravaged, and partly because Cecil Cooper seems to be more interested in being the baseball equivalent of Maxwell Smart than winning games. I could go on (and I have) about not pinch hitting for Sampson, and then not having Michaels’ bunt, but it’s been done and, that’s a horse for another day. 
 
The Astros have a 6-game home stand opening Tuesday night against two first-place teams.  The Brewers and the Rangers (it’s still pre-June in the Metroplex) are both playing very good baseball, and the offense is going to have to play a big role if there’s any hope of rolling into Memorial Day at .500.  There are no “must-win” games in May, but a winning record in these games could go a long way toward capturing the imagination of a city with nothing to do once OTAs are over.

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Ode to Footer…
 
Melancholy is the only way I can describe the reaction to the recent promotion of beat writer extraordinaire, Alyson Footer.  It’s great when good things happen to deserving people.  If there is anyone in the local media who deserves to have good things happen to them, it’s Ms. Footer.  At the same time, her promotion is going to leave a gaping hole in reliable, objective coverage of the Astros.  Footer’s columns and eagerly anticipated mail-bags were some of my favorite things to read on the web, and not just because of the subject matter, but because she has brought a passionate, humorous and professional approach to her work in the years she’s covered the Astros. So in honor of her moving on, in true Off-Day Fashion, I stole a song and changed some words…
 
Alyson (with apologies to Declan Patrick MacManus, international jewel theif)
 
It’s not funny that we won’t be reading you after so long, girl.
And with the way they look I understand
that you are not impressed.
But I heard you let the owner of the nine
leave all your readers distressed.
I’m not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticker valentines,
I don’t know on whose computer you’re crackin’ wise.
I only know it isn’t mine.

Alyson, I know this team is killing you.
Oh, Alyson, your words are true.

Well I see you work for the Astros now.
Did they leave your pretty fingers typing
spinning positive things to say?
You used to watch Cecil every night.
Bet you took all you could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from leaving
when I read the silly things that Jesus says.
I think somebody better put out a want ad,
’cause I can’t stand to read coverage this way.

Alyson, I know this team is killing you.
Oh, Alyson, your words are true.

We’ll miss you Alyson.

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