As the Giants creep closer to signing Dave Roberts, Rich Aurilia, Mark Loretta, and possibly Dave Weathers I am already digging a bunker 30 feet beneath the earths surface. It’s not that I hate any of these players but 2007 is indeed going to be ugly. I know this as do most other fans of this team. The upcoming season looks to be full of slap hit singles, old outfielders (again), and nuclear fallout. Keep digging.
Its not anything personal against any of these players but since when did getting younger mean signing a 34 year old to play CF? Baby steps I guess. Signing Loretta before December 1st, if offered arbitration, will also cost the Giants a draft pick. Which will continue to slow the progress of a farm system that ranks as one of the worst in baseball. If anything has been show by this off season, its that the farm systems of major league teams are going to pay a bigger role than ever. The ability to replace talent from within will prove to be invaluable to teams as free agent spending becomes increasingly stupid. Keep digging.
Brian Sabean has to feel like he is the smelly kid that no one wants to hang out with. He’s offered big money to Soriano, Lee, Pierre, and Matthews Jr. with no success. It’s OK Brian, I wouldn’t want to be stuck with any of these contracts. The signing of Aurilia or Loretta makes it almost certain that Pedro Feliz is done in San Francisco which makes me muy feliz. I will always remember you Pedro for waving weekly at that low and away breaking ball. Godspeed my sweet prince.
Now that I’ve painted my Fallout-esque radiated future of destruction I will leave you with this. What would you do if you were Brian Sabean? This off season strikes me as one of duality. On one hand options exists to improve your team but on the other hand these options may prove to cost more than they are worth, crippling an organization financially to have 4 good years of Alfonso Soriano is maddening. Part of me wants to sign the expensive big names but the other half shakes his fist and mutters curse words at the mere idea. I am torn. But until the first pitch is thrown I’ll be 30 feet underground, encased in thick cement walls, and eating canned goods with Brian. Pass the beans.