Ricky Nolasco to undergo MRI for sore elbow


Ricky Nolasco has been a bust after joining the Twins on a big-money contract over the winter and it turns out that he’s been pitching through an injured elbow.

Mike Berardino of the St. Paul Pioneer Press reports that Nolasco is dealing with elbow soreness and will go for an MRI tomorrow. Twins manager Ron Gardenhire suggested that he’s been pitching with discomfort for quite some time, though assistant general manager Rob Antony said the veteran right-hander didn’t mention anything until today. It doesn’t sound promising, as Nolasco said it feels similar to the issue he had in 2007 when he missed most of the year.

The Twins were hoping that Nolasco would help lead their rotation when they gave him a four-year, $49 million contract, but his 5.90 ERA is worst among qualified pitchers (93 out of 93) and no pitcher has allowed more hits (140 in 103 2/3 innings). The injury helps explain the struggles, but this contract could soon look a lot worse.

Let’s end spring training now, you guys

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There’s a saying that goes “nothing good ever happens after 2AM.” It can also be said that nothing good ever happens after, say, week 5 or 6 of spring training.

Today, for instance, are a lot of inconsequential games. Those are neutral. Then there are a rash of these sorts of incidents which just went down today, all of which are bad:

Archer seems to be OK for now. Moncada walked off his thing and went back into the game. We’re still waiting to hear on Bumgarner and Ichiro. If there is anything serious with them we’ll update as we learn things.

But really, guys: Spring Training is too long. Even in a year like this one, when it’s a tad shorter than usual because of an early start to the regular season. Everyone who was gonna get their timing down well enough to make a big league roster has already done so. If someone isn’t healthy and in playing shape now, they’re not gonna be six days from now for Opening Day. The cake, as they say, is baked.

All that can happen is possessed-by-the-devil baseballs attacking unsuspecting players and injuring them in meaningless exhibitions. Let’s cease all baseball now until the regular season starts. Out of an abundance of caution.