Neither he nor his adivisors made the claim, but they will soon, I can assure you:
Good for him. He has been in the process of eating and behaving his way out of the game the past couple of years — remember the ice cream sandwich incident? — but he just turned 25 and is probably still too young to give up on.
At Triple-A last year Montero hit .286/.350/.489 with 16 home runs and 74 RBI over 97 games, and that was with him being out of shape. If this report is true — and if the weight loss is part of on overall attitude adjustment — there is still a chance that he could fulfill at least some portion of the promise he had as a young prospect.
Actually, three baseball players finished one, two and three in the AP’s voting for “Male Athlete of the Year.” The vote, cast by U.S. editors and news directors, went like this: 1. Madison Bumgarner; 2. Clayton Kershaw; and 3. Derek Jeter.
Bumgarner winning means that the postseason matters an awful lot to editors and news directors. Jeter coming in third means that column inches matters a lot too. Imagine that.
The Padres have [frantically taps numbers on an adding machine, looks at the tape readout] a gabillion outfielders, and Seth Smith is one of them. Given that one cannot play a gabillion outfielders at a time — Mayo Smith and Mickey Stanley are not walking through that door — they probably need to trade one of them. One with some value is Seth Smith and he has been rumored to be going any number of places.
Last night Ryan Divish of the Seattle Times reported that Smith “is still a player the Mariners are considering,” and suggests that offers have been made.
Smith hit .266 with 12 homers and an .807 OPS in 136 games this past season. The Padres still may keep him because, despite being one of a gabillion, he’s one of the only ones who hit left-handed, but expect a lot of rumors about him in the meantime.
If you thought that league average pitching and overlooked domestic violence was all that Brett Myers was about, you couldn’t be more wrong. He’s also a singer.
He has a single out. It’s called “Kegerator.” It’s the touching tale of a guy who drank so much beer that his wife kept hassling him so he bought a kegerator and now all his wife sees is one glass instead of a bunch of empty cans. And now he and his friends are “as happy as can be” because their wives are fooled. I wish I was making that up, but I’m not.
Lord help the wife character in the song if she finds out her husband has been hiding his binge drinking and confronts him about it.