Monday, January 15, 2007
I’m Going to Miss Frank Catalanotto
If one were to stare at that post-title too long, one might get the feeling that I had this elaborate plan to book a SkyDome hotel-suite, lustily sniper-firing into the Texas Rangers once they came to town, but holding off once I got Ol’ Cat in my sights...
Or, possibly, I myself just stared at that post-title for too long, scared of the uninviting blank space beneath it that I am attempting to fill with 2007-era hilarity.
(A note to aspiring paychequeless writers: trying to cavalierly write a Baseball post in mid-January cannot be done on gumption alone; actually having something to say, preferably on-par with the heading of the piece, makes it a lot easier.)
I’ve earlier stated my preference for watching a Catalanotto at-bat over anyone save for Manny Ramirez; his two-strike hitting was a joy to behold, fouling off ball after ball, spoiling more pitches than an grumpy advertising-executive, until, three-times-out-of-ten, he would send a soft-liner the other way for a single.
Speaking of singles, Cat holds the Bluebirds’ record for hits in a nine-inning game with six; of those six, in Chicago, if I’m not mistaken, I believe five were singles.
(5.1.04 - second game of a doubleheader against the White Sox: 91st player since 1900 to record six hits in a game. 6 for 6, 2 runs, 2 RBI, 5 singles, 1 double. I’m a fucking memory-machine.)
Excepting his 2004, the year in which he had that 6-hit game that was also an injury-plagued one, Cat’s average year with the Jays looks like this:
130 games
.300/.358/.455/.813
33 2B
4 3B
9 HR
58 RBI
And though career-highs in homeruns, doubles, runs, RBI, total bases, and walks came in Jays’ blue, his best season was, by far, his 2001 with his new-old team, the Rangers:
133 games
.330/.391/.490/.881
31 2B
5 3B
11 HR
54 RBI
15/20 SB
Who can blame him for going back to the launching-pad in Texas, to play leftfield instead of platooning with Reed Johnson, to recapture the glory of his 2001 season?
It’s just too bad that I won’t be able to watch him hit everyday.
That’s all.
*SIGH*
I think I’m on my period.
¶ 8:56 AM
Or, possibly, I myself just stared at that post-title for too long, scared of the uninviting blank space beneath it that I am attempting to fill with 2007-era hilarity.
(A note to aspiring paychequeless writers: trying to cavalierly write a Baseball post in mid-January cannot be done on gumption alone; actually having something to say, preferably on-par with the heading of the piece, makes it a lot easier.)
I’ve earlier stated my preference for watching a Catalanotto at-bat over anyone save for Manny Ramirez; his two-strike hitting was a joy to behold, fouling off ball after ball, spoiling more pitches than an grumpy advertising-executive, until, three-times-out-of-ten, he would send a soft-liner the other way for a single.
Speaking of singles, Cat holds the Bluebirds’ record for hits in a nine-inning game with six; of those six, in Chicago, if I’m not mistaken, I believe five were singles.
(5.1.04 - second game of a doubleheader against the White Sox: 91st player since 1900 to record six hits in a game. 6 for 6, 2 runs, 2 RBI, 5 singles, 1 double. I’m a fucking memory-machine.)
Excepting his 2004, the year in which he had that 6-hit game that was also an injury-plagued one, Cat’s average year with the Jays looks like this:
130 games
.300/.358/.455/.813
33 2B
4 3B
9 HR
58 RBI
And though career-highs in homeruns, doubles, runs, RBI, total bases, and walks came in Jays’ blue, his best season was, by far, his 2001 with his new-old team, the Rangers:
133 games
.330/.391/.490/.881
31 2B
5 3B
11 HR
54 RBI
15/20 SB
Who can blame him for going back to the launching-pad in Texas, to play leftfield instead of platooning with Reed Johnson, to recapture the glory of his 2001 season?
It’s just too bad that I won’t be able to watch him hit everyday.
That’s all.
*SIGH*
I think I’m on my period.
¶ 8:56 AM
