Sunday, May 21, 2017

I am DONE with Drew Pomeranz

Okay, not exactly an earth-shattering taek, but it bears repeating.

I missed most of the Red Sox game yesterday, but caught a few of the middle innings on the radio. Must've been the fifth inning when I tuned in, and surprise, surprise, Drew Pomeranz was already done after four.

Pomeranz has pitched into the seventh inning exactly once in his eight starts this season, way back on April 11. He failed to record an out in said seventh inning.

Again, none of this is newsworthy per se. Call it revisionist history all you want...but what exactly did Dave Dombrowski see in Drew Pomeranz? Almost a year later, we're waiting to see for ourselves.

There's a reason the Red Sox are Pomeranz's fifth organization since being drafted fifth overall in 2010. There's a reason his original team, the Cleveland Indians, dealt him little more than a year later to the Rockies. There's a reason Colorado, where pitching might as well be synonymous with the Loch Ness Monster, gave up on him after two-plus years at Coors Field. There's a reason Oakland, who acquired Pomeranz in December 2013, sent him packing two years later.

And there's sure as hell a reason the San Diego Padres, who don't exactly have the payroll of their southern California counterparts, who have had just four starting pitchers make the All-Star team since 2000, who had Pomeranz under a reasonable contract through 2019, gave up on him.

Of course, Drew Pomeranz is about the flukiest all-star since Steven Wright. Picture Dr. Evil quoting "all-star" whenever you think of Pomeranz as such. Guy had half a good season and suddenly he's worth your top pitching prospect, Anderson Espinoza?

Did Dombrowski think that the Red Sox organization was just the cure for Pomeranz's ails? That this consistently inconsistent enigma of a pitcher would flourish under the Boston method?

The jury remains out and then some on Espionoza, still just 19 years old. He might become Pedro Martinez, he might become Felix Doubront. Who knows.

But let's say Dombrowski saw something in Pomeranz, just 27 at the time of his acquisition. Let's say Dombrowski believed Pomeranz hadn't yet reached the height of his potential, which isn't impossible. Late bloomers do exist. Take a look at Jake Arrieta on the Cubs, for example.

However, giving up on Espinoza means there'll be another lengthy wait until the next serviceable homegrown pitching prospect arrives at Fenway.

This is hardly a problem unique to the Red Sox, but it has been 10 years since you can honestly say a Red Sox pitching prospect 'made it' with the club. You wanna know who that someone is?



That's right, the Red Sox haven't truly developed a starting pitcher from their own system since the Bullfrog. Before that it was Jon Lester -- who, by the way, wore No. 31 for the Red Sox, the same number Pomeranz was issued. But that is another story for another time.

There's different ways to acquire starting pitching. The Red Sox have had exponentially more success this millennium signing pitchers in free agency or acquiring them than developing them through their own farm system.

By that logic, fine, giving up on Espinoza for someone on the outside makes sense. But we're not talking about Curt Schilling, Josh Beckett, Rick Porcello, Chris Sale or any other pitcher the Red Sox have acquired via trade in recent memory.

We're talking about Drew freaking Pomeranz. I truly wish there were a way he and "Manager John" could just stay in Oakland this weekend and never comeback. Because this Red Sox team is circling the drain and we're not even out of the conference finals in the NBA or NHL playoffs. Even the 2012 team hung on into July before things really went south under the current athletic director of Sacred Heart University (look it up).

Pomeranz has been an abject failure. In a similar manner to his frustrating predecessor Clay Buchholz, it's likely he's going to continue to get chance after chance because the alternatives -- failed prospects Henry Owens or Brian Johnson, or journeymen like Kyle Kendrick -- just may, in fact, be worse.

His trade value is less than zero at the moment. Designating Pomeranz for assignment makes little sense at this juncture, but then again, neither does moving him to the bullpen. People forget it was Pomeranz, in relief of Buchholz, who served up a gopher ball to Coco Crisp in Game 3 of the 2016 ALDS to really put the Red Sox in a hole and send David Ortiz into retirement.

My best idea for Pomeranz? Give the Mets a call and offer Pomeranz and a boatload of cash for Matt Harvey. What could possible go wrong with Pomeranz and his injury history and the Mets training staff? Harvey is nothing more than a name at this point; the Mets need to cut bait with him pretty desperately as well.

Believe it or not, Harvey has been worse than Pomeranz this year. He's 2-3 with a 5.56 ERA and a 31-22 K-BB ratio; Pomeranz is 3-3 with a 4.97 ERA and a 45-16 K-BB ratio.

Trading for a pitcher who's performed worse than Pomeranz makes little sense. But then again, neither did acquiring him in the first place. One might say that for as much as there's a reason Pomeranz is on his fifth organization, there's a reason Dave Dombrowski is now on his fourth as a general manager.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Markelle Fultz: Buyer Beware?

I remember it like it was yesterday. The year was 2007, the Celtics had the second-worst record in the NBA, and I even created this group on Facebook back when that was a thing. I was posted up in my living room for the lottery, and as the No. 5 overall pick was unveiled for the Celts, I distinctly recall rolling off of my couch in disgust.

You know the rest. Losing out on a top-2 pick persuaded Danny Ainge to trade for Ray Allen and Kevin Garnett, yada yada yada.

Fast forward to last night, roughly 10 years to the day, for the most important lottery for the Celtics since that fateful night in '07. Wouldn't you know it, the ping pong balls popped a different way and all of a sudden, no team in recent memory is playing with house money quite like the Celtics are. Getting swept by the Cavs will barely merit a paragraph in sports sections across the region as Boston turns it's eyes towards that No. 1 overall pick, who I keep hearing should be Markelle Fultz.

If you're thinking to yourself "huh, I remember watching a lot of the NCAA Tournament this year, seeing great games like URI vs. Creighton, but I don't remember seeing any game featuring this Fultz guy..." you wouldn't be wrong.

Fultz played for the Washington Huskies (9-22, 2-16 Pac-12). Eleventh out of 12 is where the Huskies finished in their league, in a league that wasn't exactly your Big East of the glory days.

Fultz was simply outstanding, averaging 23.2 points per game, 5.7 rebounds and 5.9 assists. He was basically Jackie Moon, floundering away on a sad sack team. A team so bad that it cost Lorenzo Romar, who'd been at the school since 2002, his job.

The question is...why was Fultz at Washington to begin with? He said here, among other places, it was his close relationship with Romar. 

Fair. It's not like the Huskies were Fultz's lone option; he had offers from a myriad of perennial powers including Arizona, Cincinnati, Florida St., Georgetown, Kansas, Louisville, Maryland, Memphis, Miami (Fla.), NC St., Oklahoma St., Penn St., South Carolina, UConn, UNC, USC, 
Virginia, Virginia Tech, Wake Forest, West Virginia and Xavier.

So it's pretty clear Fultz had his pick of the litter in choosing schools. By my count, all but five of the above schools qualified for the NCAA Tournament last year.

Precedent was set one draft ago that missing out on the NCAA Tournament doesn't matter in the eyes of certain NBA executives when evaluating potential top picks, as the Philadelphia 76ers took Ben Simmons out of LSU (19-14, 11-7 SEC). 

Simmons was injured in the preseason and ultimately missed the entire year for the Sixers, so the grade remains somewhat incomplete on that pick.

But going back in the annals of draft history - in both the one-and-done era and yesteryear - you'd be hard pressed to find a No. 1 overall pick who hailed from a team that performed as badly as Fultz's Huskies this year. Take a look below; I'll go all the way back the last 25 years with No. 1 picks and their team results, excluding high school and international picks:

2015: Karl-Anthony Towns, Kentucky
Team result: 38-1; Lost in Final Four

2014: Andrew Wiggins, Kansas
Team result: 25-10; Lost in second round of NCAA Tournament

2013: Anthony Bennett, UNLV
Team result: 25-10; Lost in first round of NCAA Tournament

2012: Anthony Davis, Kentucky
Team result: 38-2; Won National Championship

2011: Kyrie Irving, Duke
Team result: 32-5; Lost in Sweet 16

2010: John Wall, Kentucky
Team result: 35-3; Lost in Elite 8

2009: Blake Griffin, Oklahoma
Team result: 30-6; Lost in Elite 8

2008: Derrick Rose, Memphis
Team result: 38-2; Lost in National Championship

2007: Greg Oden, Ohio State
Team result: 35-4; Lost in National Championship

2006: Andrea Bargnani, International

2005: Andrew Bogut, Utah
Team result: 29-6; Lost in Sweet 16

2004: Dwight Howard, High School

2003: LeBron James, High School

2002: Yao Ming, International

2001: Kwame Brown, High School

2000: Kenyon Martin, Cincinnati 
Team result: 29-4; Lost in second round of NCAA Tournament

1999: Elton Brand, Duke
Team result: 37-2; Lost in National Championship

1998: Michael Olowokandi, Pacific University
Team result: 23-10; Missed NCAA Tournament

1997: Tim Duncan, Wake Forst
Team result: 24-7: Lost in second round of NCAA Tournament

1996: Allen Iverson, Georgetown
Team result: 29-8; Lost in Elite 8

1995: Joe Smith, Maryland
Team result: 26-8; Lost in Sweet 16

1994: Glenn Robinson, Purdue
Team result: 29-5; Lost in Elite 8

1993: Chris Webber, Michigan
Team result: 31-5; Lost in National Championship

1992: Shaquille O'Neal, LSU
Team result: 21-10; Lost in second round of NCAA Tournament

1991: Larry Johnson, UNLV
Team result: 34-1; Lost in Final Four

You get the idea. Everyone with the exception of Ben Simmons and the immortal Michael Olowokandi led their teams to at least the second round of the NCAA tournament in their final (only) collegiate campaigns.

Now you're probably thinking "uh hey Lev, you realize Anthony Bennett and some of these other stiffs never amounted to squat in the NBA, right?" 

Glad you asked. Of the above list, lets call Bennett, Oden, Brown and Olowokandi busts. You can call several others disappointing (Barganini, Smith, perhaps Bogut), but for the sake of this argument, the four above unquestionably returned the least amount of value on their No. 1 overall selections.

How did the No. 2 overall picks in said years look in their final years of college?

2013: Victor Oladipo, Indiana
Team result: 29-7; Lost in Sweet 16

2007: Kevin Durant, Texas
Team result: 25-10; Lost in second round of NCAA Tournament

2001: Tyson Chandler, High School

1998: Mike Bibby, Arizona
Team result: 30-5; Lost in Elite 8


One future Hall of Famer and three other reasonably good players.

A few other things: how many of the No. 1 overall picks in the selected window went on to win NBA Championships? Or more directly, how many were a key reason for a championship (sorry, Andrew Bogut). I've got Shaq, Duncan, Bronny and Kyrie as pivotal players on title teams.

On the flip side, being a great winner in college doesn't equal automatic success in the NBA, either. Going beyond the top pick, look at guys like Carmelo Anthony, any of the mid-2000s Florida guys, etc. Goes both ways.

There's no shortage of permutations to crunch the numbers and shift them to fit an argument on whether or not Fultz is potentially a cautionary tale because he played on a godawful Washington team. And that's before we get into who the likely alternative No. 1 overall pick could potentially be, from the House of Ball.

All this to say I'm not declaring Fultz a bust before a single NBA minute, nor am I entertaining the notion the Celtics should trade the pick. Just something to think about here as Danny Ainge tries to solve a problem, which is a great problem to have.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Rare occasion: Caleb talkin' baseball

It's not too often that I contribute nearly anything at all in regards to baseball discussion, but that's mostly due to the fact that I don't have a clue as to what I'm talking about on the topic. I don't consider myself a baseball fan, but that's not to take away from the sport itself or any fan devoted to America's pastime. I, like a large portion of sports fans, lack the patience for such long games and such a long season. Playoff baseball is a whole different beast; it certainly keeps even the bandwagon fans on the edge of their seats.

But even as a technically "non-fan" of the MLB, the game still provides one of the best atmospheres for attending a game. I personally believe college football tops any atmosphere in all of sports, but it's more of the day-long tailgating and pre-kickoff traditions that really push it in front of the others. Attending a baseball game, though, is just a fantastic experience. Ironically enough, the slow, casual pace of a game is a major positive aspect of being in the crowd. A summer night drinking $9 beers calls for relaxed vibes, which is precisely what a baseball stadium provides.

More than any other sport, baseball stadiums just have an aura to them that makes you want to spend a game at every possible venue. Even the newer stadiums, the non-Fenway/Wrigleys of the world, are a legitimate attraction.

But enough about the intangibles, the thing I love the most about live baseball games is the execution of music. There's nothing worse than the over saturation of sound effects during play of an NBA game. It's awful. College sports have the bands tearing it up with the brass instruments, beating the drums, playing the school's fight song. That's all fine and dandy, but what's tight about MLB stadiums is the personal soundtrack aspect. Songs selected by and tailored to individual players really allows them to reinforce their brand. To assist in creating an identity for each player and his hometown fans.

Which brings me to walk up songs: The ultimate "all eyes on me" moment. I've been trying to contemplate what exactly my walk up song would be, had I not been an atrocious baseball player and made it to the bigs, and it's harder than I thought. So I thought I'd list three, perhaps to switch up between during the everlasting baseball season:



Always a classic, gets the crowd going. However, you can't be some chump with a minimal contract walking up to this. You need to have one of those headlining salaries, letting everyone know how many bands you've got in your multiple mansions.




I'm not entirely sure exactly how long a walk up song plays for before they shut it off, but all I'd need is the intro to this all-time great jam. You'd be the smoothest dude in the league walking up to the plate with this blaring throughout the stadium.



Just an adrenaline rush of an intro. The type of intro that perks your ears up and leads into immediate head bobbing.

What I find to be more intense and personal than walk up songs is a song dedicated to the closer as he makes his way from the bullpen. Only happens once a game, and it's always in the most crucial moment. Now obviously "Major League" crushed this for Charlie Sheen with Wild Thing,



but hands down, no discussion, without a doubt, walking out of the bullpen and tossing a few warmups to Voodoo Child would get a crowd rocking like you've never seen before.


Slowly walking from the bullpen to the mound during the build up of Hendrix shredding would be incredible. Not to mention that closers seem like a bunch of dudes that would be into voodoo practices. Whatever mountain is up to bat across from you, your chopping that sucker down with the edge of your hand. Picturing this really makes me wish I didn't suck so badly at baseball and didn't throw like a toddler playing catch in the yard with his dad.

And while we're on the topic of personal intro songs, I'm sticking by my claim that if I were to ever walk from the tunnel to the UFC octagon, you can bet that I'd stick with a stadium classic/college football tradition in Enter Sandman



So yeah, kind of an odd rant that had very little to do with actual baseball, but still an interesting topic of discussion.

What would your walk up/closer song be?

Friday, April 7, 2017

Wichita State not-so-shockingly moving to American Athletic Conference

One thousand five hundred and thirty-eight.

That is the number of miles between the Gampel Pavilion in Storrs, Conn. and Charles Koch Arena in Wichita, Kan.

To be totally fair, geography in college athletics is like "wins" or "runs batted in" in baseball - it doesn't matter anymore (according to nerds, anyways). It's not like BC and Miami or Washington State and Arizona or Nebraska and Rutgers are next-door neighbors in their respective conferences.

But what the ACC, Pac-12, B1G and all the other power conferences have is stability. The American Athletic Conference has stability like the National Inquirer has credibility.

Make no mistake about it, despite the absurd traveling distance between UConn and Wichita State, this is a great move for the American - from a basketball perspective.

UConn and Cincinnati - and to a lesser extent, Memphis and Temple - are all legitimate basketball programs. Yes the Huskies were rather horrid this year but any one of those four teams appears on your nonleague slate and you'll at least give a nod of a approval, if not pop your eyes open.

UConn and Cincy will bounce for the ACC or B1G or Big East the first chance they get, no question about it. The next major wave of conference realignment is probably still eight or so years away, when the Big 12's "Grant of Rights" deal expires. In the meantime, the next tier of conferences - the American, the Atlantic 10, the Mountain West, etc. - are the ones to keep an eye on.

Which makes you think...why didn't the A-10 get out ahead of the curve and shoot Wichita State an invite?

The A-10 has taken its share of lumps this decade, but rather than be reduced to a lower-tier conference, it has reloaded quite nicely. Temple, Xavier, Charlotte (and in an abbreviated stay, Butler) are gone, replaced by VCU, Davidson and George Mason. Maybe still a net negative but hardly a death kneel.

There's the whole matter of Wichita not being anywhere close to the Atlantic Ocean but again, geography is irrelevant. You can't exactly skip rocks into the Atlantic from the campus of Saint Louis University.

But wait, Lev, the A-10 would have an odd number of  teams! How can you make a schedule with 15 teams?!

The ACC - which just produced the national champion - has 15 teams for basketball.

The A-10 also competed with 13 teams not long ago while waiting for Davidson to arrive.

The A-10 and American have been fairly neck-and-neck in terms of tournament bids received since the American's inception in 2014. The A-10 has earned 15 bids (11 at-large) over the last four seasons, the American has earned 12 (eight at-large).

UConn won the national championship in 2014 and that's clearly a mega counter point. Adding on the Shockers, which have made the tournament six seasons running and are widely expected to be a top-10 team in the preseason next year? The scales they are a-tipping.

If (when) the Big East decides to go to 12 teams for basketball (remember, it's not a football conference anymore), the A-10 will once again have a slew of candidates ripe for the picking. Would Wichita State's inclusion in the A-10 be enough to sway a program like Dayton from leaving for the Big East? Doubtful.

But even then, it could have been a strong preemptive strike to take on the Shockers, who made it abundantly clear they were searching for a new home.

There's also the matter of UMass, which pretty desperately needs a new home for football. Well, just a home period.

With Wichita State in the fold, the American maintains a 12-team football membership (Navy is a football-only member), while it becomes a 12-team league in basketball. Could the island of misfit toys that is the American be interested in adding UMass as a full member - which would no doubt appease UConn a bit?

The "Power 5" are the "Power 5" and the Big East really makes it six in basketball. The American just drained one from the parking lot in an effort to keep up, while the Atlantic-10 may have just clanked one off the rim.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

What Makes the Masters So Special?

*Disclaimer: If you are a genuine golf fan, go ahead and enjoy the Masters. If this is the only golf tournament you plan on watching all year, keep reading and let's debate.

With the Masters coverage beginning, I once again am sitting here wondering why in the world people make such a big deal about it. I will admit, I'll be tuning in at various points this weekend to check in on this tournament that I just don't care about. But that's simply due to me being a sheep; I want to be somewhat aware of the action that will be taking over sports chatter for the next four days.



It also should be noted that in no way, shape, or form do I consider myself a golf fan. But that's what really baffles me about the Masters; there are so many people that could not care less about the sport of golf all year, yet the Masters inexplicably gets their juices flowing. Do non-NASCAR fans tune into Daytona (or whatever the most significant race is) annually because of its significance within the "sport?" Not to my knowledge. And don't try and hit me with the "tradition unlike any other" garbage. Just within the sports world the Super Bowl, March Madness, and the Stanley Cup Playoffs are all undoubtedly better traditions in every aspect. Just the fact that it's one of four majors within golf kind of diminishes the ultimate prestige of it.



Many people claim the aesthetic visuals of Augusta truly set the Masters apart from any other golf event. Just Google-image it then or something. There will be thousands, maybe millions, of pictures of this scenic course that you can stare at for however long you'd like. Do you tune into Arizona Cardinals home games simply because they have the nicest turf in the NFL?

And to those of you who claim this tournament simply has a special atmosphere to it:





Atmosphere? At a golf tournament? There is no such thing as differentiated atmosphere in golf, a sport where fans are prohibited from making noise. The atmosphere is consistent: it's quiet, it's boring, and it's repellent for casual fans who are seeking to get into the sport. The atmosphere puts me to sleep, which brings me to another popular argument for casual fans tuning into the Masters:

The old "Nothing better than napping on your couch with the Masters on a Sunday" claim. If there's a movie or show on your TV that puts you to sleep, you categorize it as a terrible production. Yet somehow when it comes to the Masters, that's a major selling point. Anything worth watching should keep you awake and engaged.

And lastly, as the great Happy Gilmore once said, "Gold jacket, green jacket, who gives a shit?" For whatever reason, the champion receiving a green sport coat is an argument for the tournament's greatness. If you really get all hot and bothered about a grown man receiving championship apparel, I've got news for you: it happens in literally every other major sporting championship. In fact, the other champs receive shirts and hats. So, please inform me, what in the world is so special about the Masters for those who don't typically follow golf? Other than these Photoshops I made three years ago and have been recycling ever since:





Bruins back in the playoffs

Well what a long, arduous two-year absence it was. By Boston standards that's like 50 years, but the nightmare is over: the Bruins are heading to the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

Amazingly, the black and gold were in danger of having the fifth-longest active drought in the NHL. Which speaks volumes as to just how easy it is to make the playoffs is in that league, and speaks even louder volumes how pathetic it was the Bruins couldn't squeak in, but I digress. The Carolina Hurricanes, Buffalo Sabres, Arizona/Phoenix/Quebec City Coyotes and New Jersey Devils are the only teams with longer droughts than what the Bruins could have faced.

Quite a different world from May 2014, when the B's lost to the Montreal Canadiens in seven games despite having the President's trophy in tow.

Think about it: Donald Trump was over a year away from announcing his candidacy for president, the NFL was roughly eight months away from launching sting operation against the Patriots D'Qwell Jackson was eight months away from intercepting Tom Brady and launching DeflateGate, and San Diego, St. Louis and Oakland still had NFL teams. Oh yeah, I was still in college. Crazy how much has changed.

The 2007-14 Bruins were by no means a dynasty - you kinda sorta need to win more than one championship to be considered as such - but for a seven-year stretch, they were at the very least in the discussion year in, year out on a short list of championship contenders.

Call this a resurgence, call it a rebirth, call it what you will...but is this a new era, or merely the continuation of a stalled run? I'm by no means here to say the B's are going to win the Stanley Cup, but think of how much of a championship pedigree remains here from the 2011 team: Chara, Bergeron, Marchand, Krejci as key players, plus Adam McQuaid as well as Tuukka Rask, who was Timmy Thomas' backup back then.

If you're the Washington Capitals, the core of whom has never been beyond the second round with Alex Ovechkin...do you really want to see the Bruins, seemingly playing with house money, in round one?

Back in the spring of 2008, when the initial run of success began for the B's, they were the No. 8 seed in the east. Montreal won the first round series then, too, in seven games, but it just felt great to have playoff hockey back in Boston after wandering through the abyss for a few years.

In every subsequent playoff run, the Bruins were favorites at the very least in the first round, if not beyond.

Nearly 10 years later, a few of the same players remain, back in the underdog role. Unlike then, however, some of these guys know how to win. Or at the very least win a few playoff rounds.


No matter what happens, there's a bare minimum four nights of appointment viewing coming up. And playoff beards.

A sample playoff beard, circa 2011 through two rounds of play. Photo evidence of later rounds is unavailable.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Your 2017 NCAA Men's Basketball Champions

You know how the San Francisco Giants had this even-year phenomenon when they'd win the World Series in even-numbered years (2010, 2012, 2014), but not even make the playoffs in the years between?

Reminds me an awful lot of myself and my powers and predicting the champions of March Madness. While no archives exist, since everything was done by actually printing out your bracket and filling it in in ink back then, I correctly predicted the champion in four consecutive odd-numbered years between 2005 and 2011.

The Raymond Felton Tar Heels of '05, the Joakim Noah/Al Horford/Corey Brewer Gators of '07, the Tyler Hansbrough Tar Heels of '09, and lastly, the Kemba Walker Huskies of '11.

What happened to my touch in 2013 and 2015? I couldn't tell you. Things even themselves out.

But I'm here to tell you I'm doing my best to recreate that odd-numbered mojo, and tell you that the University of Rhode Island Rams will be the last team cutting down the nets in Glendale, Ariz. on April 3. So crack open your skunked Gansett's from your moms basement, catch up on the Kardashian episodes with Lamar Odom, and get some takeout from IZone. The tournament runs through Kingston.

PS - UCLA is the pick

PPS - such a shame Providence blew a 17-point halftime lead last night. At least it wasn't 28-3

PPPS - URI will be playing on the second weekend. Creighton is a faux-Big East team and Oregon is possibly the most fraudulent sports program in the country.