… OK, that’s not fair. It was just one man’s opinion in the course of this long and fun article from Jerry Crasnick in which we hear all about the interaction between fans and outfielders across the majors. The good, the bad and the ugly.
As for the ugly, Crasnick asked one guy who has a generally good relationship with outfield fans — Jeff Francoeur — where the worst place to patrol the grass happens to be:
“Philly is the worst — no doubt about it,” Francoeur says. “I thought it was bad when I was with the Braves. Then it got even worse when I played for the Mets and we went there. In New York, people just yell at you. In Philly, they wear you out. Even the little kids can be rough in Philly. It’s way out of bounds.”
Hey, if Jeff Francoeur said it, it has to be true. Right?
Tim Tebow is, as we speak, working out for some 40 scouts from 20 organizations and an untold number of members of the media. So far he has run and jumped and thrown and, in a moment or two, will take his hacks. First BP swings, then live, full-speed BP off of a couple of former major leaguers.
His 60 yard dash time was supposedly excellent. On the 80-20 scouting scale he’s supposedly in the 50-60 range, according to people tweeting about it who know what they’re talking about. The guy is certainly big and strong and in amazing shape and that’s not nothing.
That’s from MLB’s Twitter, which provides us with some more in-action shots.
Here he is playing right field out there in the distance someplace:
Good luck, kid.
“A” switch pitcher is probably not the most accurate way to put that. It’s more like “The” switch pitcher, as Pat Venditte of the Mariners is the only one extant.
Last night the right-handed hitting Adrian Beltre had to face Venditte, who obviously chose to pitch righty to the Rangers third baseman. Before coming up to the plate, Beltre jokingly donned his helmet backwards and pretended that he’d hit left-handed:
He needn’t have bothered. Beltre doubled to left field off of Venditte, showing that at some point, platoon splits really don’t matter.