Earlier this week minor leaguer David Wendt became the seventh Rays player to be suspended for a positive drug test since the beginning of 2012, so naturally Roger Mooney of the Tampa Tribune asked executive vice president of baseball operations Andrew Friedman for a comment on that high total:
Obviously we’re disappointed in the number of suspensions in our organization. We have to remember that these are young kids, and as much as you try to educate them, mistakes will happen. The important part is that they learn from them. We will tolerate guys making mistakes. We’ll talk through it again, and it’s incumbent upon them to learn from their mistakes and make sure that it doesn’t happen again.
That’s about what you’d expect Friedman to say.
Rays farm director Mitch Lukevics told Mooney that lists of banned substances are posted in every minor-league clubhouse and players are educated about supplements, which makes seven players in one organization being banned for 50 games all the more startling.
Patriots in Boston led the fight against Great Britain for an independent America. The popularization of the word “yankee” has its origins in an often derogatory term British military and political leaders used for people native to the American colonies. In light of that, with the possible exception of the Nationals — it’s hard to find two teams with a better regional and/or etymological claim on, well, not being British.
But, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. here are the caps Major League Baseball just revealed the Yankees and Red Sox will be wearing in London when they meet next month:
And check out the crown on the back:
My intro to this article aside, I have no problem with these at all. Indeed, they look pretty cool. I’ve seen some people being grumpy about it seriously, in contrast to my jokingly, citing the history of the colonies and the Revolution and all of that and calling them inappropriate, but c’mon. These are some boss caps.
Besides (a) the war ended 238 years ago; and (b) we probably stole baseball from them anyway. Let your freak flag– er, Jack, fly.