I have a poster of Chris Perez on my door. It won’t close!
Check what happens if you tape a Jose Mesa poster to the door.
I have never written before, but couldn’t help myself after being inundated with all the hoopla about the mediocre Tribe.
Yes, mediocre. They are nothing but an average team. They are the best of the worst or the worst of the best. Of the 10 playoff teams, they would be No. 10. I may even put them 11 as I know Texas would have beaten them.
The facts speak for themselves. They got in on nothing but an easy schedule to finish the season. From Aug. 9 till the end of the season, they only played 18 games against teams with a winning record and they went 6-12. They played 29 against teams with a losing record and they went 24-5.
Mediocre. Nothing better, nothing worse. Middle of the pack. I guess you will just have to be happy with mediocrity as is always the case in Cleveland. It’s, “Hey we made the playoffs, whoopee! Let’s get drunk and celebrate.”
Oh, and wait till next year as we now have a good team put together. Give me a break. I could go on but why? They are the best comedy of each summer.
Take care, Slacker.
So you waited until the Indians made the playoffs and played every game before you applied your analysis, and then you made sure they lost to the Tampa Bay Rays in the wild-card game before writing. You sure went out on a limb.
You ignore the fact that they won 92 games, regardless of how many bad teams they beat.
But your expertise ought to be rewarded. How about a job with Bill James. I hear he needs someone to wash his car.
I’m sure Chris Perez is very sorry that he no longer makes your job easy.
But you’ve been needling him for years and performed quite the hack job in that article. Do you not see why he wouldn’t want to put up with your shenanigans?
For all your bluster about how his teammates have to speak for his performances, you have quite the dearth of quotes on that topic from other players.
That article screams of lack of objectivity and only goes to hurt the relationship between players and fans which, considering the state of attendance, is already pretty awful.
You’ve made yourself a part of the story, whining that you can’t get good quotes from him anymore instead of just doing your (darn) job. It took you half the article before you got to the only important point about Perez’s future — that he won’t be worth what he’ll get in arbitration over the winter.
You think if a player doesn’t talk, it makes my job tougher? How many newspaper beats have you covered? I didn’t care if Perez refused to talk, particularly if he didn’t speak to anyone else.
This might be just a coincidence, but until Perez got busted on a marijuana charge, he was perfectly comfortable with my “shenanigans.”
No, the story was not objective. It was a column designed to express an opinion. Mine.
As far as needling him for years, you obviously haven’t paid attention, because throughout his years in Cleveland, I almost always have written glowingly about Perez. Maybe that’s my bad.
To the extent that he trashed his relationship with the fans, his teammates and his superiors, he has nobody to blame but himself.
But I’m happy you have his back. You made a stirring defense of him. Absurd but stirring.