Author: Craig Calcaterra

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It’s time for the Padres to bring back the brown


Being in San Diego for the Winter Meetings last week made everyone think more about the Padres than most of us do, well, most of the year. And when you’re not an everyday Padres person, the first thing you tend to think about when you think about the Padres is the old brown and mustard uniforms. There was a lot of talk about those things last week.

Today Mike Ferrin of Sirius/XM radio was talking about how the Padres should return to that color scheme. I couldn’t agree with him more. The Padres had an identity once. They should embrace that identity again.

But this does not mean retro or kitchy 70s and 80s homages. Sure, that can be fun, but no one should seriously expect a major league team to turn back the clock to thoroughly and completely that they turn a fun throwback uni into their everyday duds. So, at the outset, let us specify that no one is expecting or even desiring a return to this sort of thing:


But what’s so crazy about, say, this?


Or even this (but with a belt, not elastic waist pants)?


Those — from 1969 and 1974, respectively — are pretty standard or even conservative uniforms, not unlike the sort you may see today. And, of course, there are any number of variations the Padres could do with this color scheme. Things they never did with it before and which would not be tacky or kitschy.

The key is that they should embrace the one unique thing the Padres always had going for them before they decided that identities were overrated, oh, a decade ago: their own colors. The brown, which is appropriate for a friar, and the mustard which was different, much like the city of San Diego is different from most other cities. Certainly fine in small doses as an accent color, even if we got a bit overloaded on it later.

But I’d even take the overload over this:


I mean, my God. There are unlicensed 1990s baseball video game teams dressed with more imagination than that.

“Rumors are the worst. Long live rumors”

Rumors Timex Social Club

I met Grant Brisbee of SB Nation at the Winter Meetings. And, at one point, we ate a taco together. Different taco, but at the same restaurant if you must know. Anyway, I liked the cut of his jib and think he’s a fine fellow.

And today he has some fine insights about his experience at the Winter Meetings. They were much like the insights I had when I first started going to the Winter Meetings five years ago: some excitement, some disorientation and a little bit of “wait, what is the point of all of this for most of us?” and, finally, a sense of “ahhh, I understand.”

Grant’s moment of clarity revolves around why it is people get so hung up on rumors. A hangup many have come to disparage. Many inside the game, actually, wondering why in the hell we all care about rumors. Grant nails it, jumping off from a slight, almost weightless rumor and explaining what it does to a baseball fan’s head:

With that mere fragment of association, my mind starts racing. Kemp on the Giants. Kemp in AT&T Park. How’s the defense going to hold up? How much ground would he have to cover? He’s a strong enough hitter to make the park something of a non-factor. What about the contract? Would the Dodgers eat money? Would the Dodgers even trade with the Giants? How old is Kemp? What sort of knee problems did he have again? Let me see those second-half stats again.

It’s not like there’s baseball to distract me.

The scenarios start spreading out like fractals, permutations of what my favorite team will or will not be. The more rumors, the better. A team with 50 active rumors is a team with fans surfing on the multiverse. Everything is possible. Everything is possible.

I’ve come to know a few actual “baseball insiders” for lack of a better term, and they often roll their eyes at rumors and think we all waste our time on them. But baseball fans savor them because they give us something to think about — give us baseball to think about — when there is no baseball. Don’t let some baseball insider tell you that you’re wasting your time with them. It may be his job and he may get tired of them, but it’s your hobby and if gives you enjoyment, so eat up all the rumors you want.

Chase Headley signs a four-year deal with the Yankees worth at least $52 million.

Chase Headley

The New York Yankees have announced that they have signed a four-year deal with free agent third baseman Chase Headley. The deal pays Headley $52 million with plate appearance incentives that could boost the overall deal to $56 million. Ken Rosenthal was the first to report the deal was going down.

The long-time Padre was traded to the Yankees in 2014. In 224 plate appearances in the Bronx, Headley hit .262/.371/.398 with six home runs and 17 RBI while playing solid defense. He’s 30, and a four-year deal may seem longish, but the Yankees could really use him given that Alex Rodriguez is pushing 40 and just had a year off and really can’t be relied upon to be an everyday position player. Indeed, he may utterly crater and be cut in spring training for all we know.

Now, between Headley and Didi Gregorius, New York has shored up the left side of the infield for the next few years.

Also worth noting: they may have done so, at least at third base, better than the Red Sox did:

Jorge Posada and Jose Contreras claim they were victims of scamming financial advisors


Jorge Arangue of Vice Sports has a report up today which details the alleged scamming of two beloved ex-Yankees, Jorge Posada and Jose Contreras. It talks about a lawsuit the two have filed against their former financial advisors, alleging that they were scammed out of millions due to questionable investments and inside-dealing.

It also gives some insight into how many players, particularly Latin players whose first language is not English (or, as in Contreras’ case speak no English at all) are at a disadvantage when it comes to dealing with business and financial advisors. Interesting stuff.

Miller Park to get a “new fan experience” which honors Bud Selig. Um, what?

MLB Commissioner Bud Selig speaks during a news conference in New York

This tweet from Adam McCalvy got me scratching my head:

What does a “fan experience” which honors Bud Selig look like? Is it a bar? A Bud Selig-themed bar? If so, what does that look like? I assume it’s like this:

  • You and three friends enter the bar and order beers, but the bartender claims no one has ever asked him for a beer before and suggests no one really wants beer. Frankly, he’s baffled by the request;
  • Three years later, the bartender brings you and one of your friends beers, but not the other two friends, because they didn’t ask twice;
  • Your friends without the beers complain, the bartender says, yes, there may be issues with the way the beers were served, and says he’ll look at the matter. Three more years pass with no answer;
  • Three years later, the bartender comes back to you and says, no, we’re pretty satisfied with how the beer thing was handled in general and assures you that this is the best possible solution to all of this;
  • The bartender is then given a host of awards and is begged by the bar owners, constantly, to never leave employment with this bar because holy crap, what would they do without him?

source: Reuters