At one point Monday, I took a quick glimpse of the television. I take care of my two boys on Monday nights, which means it’s usually “Hannah Montana” or “SpongeBob”. But somehow I found a spare moment of freedom, and flipped it on. The A’s already were way behind, and some lefty was flipping some unimpressive stuff up there. From the kitchen, I couldn’t spy the number or the name on the back of the jersey.
“Who in the world is pitching?” I texted beat writer Joe Stiglich (who, by the way, deserves hazard pay for having to cover rotten September baseball; nothing is worse).
“Gio started,” he replied. “Now, it’s Outman.”
Ah, Josh Outman. A guy, normally, that I’d be interested in seeing, since the A’s got him in the Joe Blanton deal. But I’m interested in seeing him next spring, not this fall. Because nothing he does now remotely is going to tell us what he does down the line. And that’s when I realized just how said A’s baseball has become.
Really, when’s the last September that was as unwatchable. Just a bunch of faceless guys who more times than not are overmatched. Gio Gonzalez clearly isn’t ready to be an effective pitcher yet. Too wild. Too much of a thrower. Remember, he was projected as a fourth or fifth starter at best, and he’s not even that yet. Hey, but at least he was part of history.
Outman? Who knows? He’s only here, because the team is awful. So his mere presence is nothing but a reminder that the A’s are back in 1998 mode after a decade of fun baseball. Hopefully, they move back toward 1999 next season and don’t regress to 1997.