Reposting this because of what I said about the Phillies/Yankees. Not a prophet by any stretch, just stating what should have been obvious.
Dub, keep firing it strato for Amber, CC and Jaeden Arie and the fans of Milwaukee
Growing up I loved poetic the pitching of Ron “Louisiana Lightening” Guidry of the New York Yankees. Dude was the truth for he had fire, finesse and struck fear in hitters because they couldn’t figure what was coming next.
Steve Carlton was another and even though I couldn’t stand the Phillies, Carlton appealed to me because of his sheer will. He took it crazy personal (literally) when you came up to the plate and if you gave him lip…the ball you ate.
Then in my mind were those Astros cats of two different Houston teams: J.R. Richard and Nolan Ryan…
You got none against these two big boys of fireball clout and if you didn’t watch out, the ball sizzled dancin’ by or dropped south, fans open mouthed and you became another victim of a Houston heat strike out.
Doc was next. The Met Gooden blasted on the scene to sons of Negro League past baseball gleam. His curve ball you could not touch and even if you Uncle Charlie guessed right he would still punch you out. Mmmm, Dwight Gooden was nice and his mirror on the Red Sox in the 1986 World Series was just as outta sight.
Roger Clemens was high strung chin checkin’ heat…hard to beat who put hitters helmet to the back–dust blinded, crunchy sand tastin’–fast on their seat.
Ooooh the Oakland twilight stare of Dave Stewart…
Goodness he was a playoff beast and if your ace was shook, give him the ball so he could October do it.
Then that Don Zimmer, two handed muggin’ little dude named Pedro became a fixture on the cursed Boston dream with that screamin’ I’m ya Daddy so don’t you New York sleep four seam. There isn’t another pitcher in my lifetime–with your baby brother’s size–who was nearly as mean.
Boston also has that fire named Beckett and if you don’t believe he’s gonna be a pitcher of this era magnificent, ya better check it.
Santana is a wham bamma! Minnesota best in the game until the New York fame drained his psyche Bobby Bo just the same.
C’mon Johan! Get it back Jack!
Those were my dudes. I love the pitcher electric because just as the arm cocks…the stadium falls silent until the signal caller’s glove kid fan gasps goes pop!
No Schilling, no Johnson, no Rollie Fingers, no Mike Scott, for I didn’t dig their stuff like Eric Davis never loved Cincinnati Schott.
This leads us here to last season’s Cy Young winning, American League dazzling, electricity of the year who has become this stanza’s pitcher of noted fear.
CC, not C.C. was traded to the Milwaukee Brewers on 7/7/08 and has promptly gone 5-0 in six starts–posting a nasty 1.88 ERA in that span. He’s humble, which undeniably is something passed down by his Mom Margie Sabathia, when speaking about his current success: “There’s a lot of baseball left to play, so I just want to be able to keep us in games and get some wins.”
Moms it’s just not about us Pops, so do your part.
Good get Milwaukee, for you have done your fans Hammerin’ Hank proud.
Even though his 6’7″, 290 pound frame is better served for the gridiron–he was a tight end who signed a letter of intent to play at the University of Hawaii–he leads the National League in complete games already with three, and is second overall to Roy Halladay (7) with six. A pitcher his size pitching this great during the dog days of summer is remarkable to say the least. Hopefully he will hold up when the pressure is on because his team is fun to watch.
Signature hat cocked to the right, Sabathia is fueling the already stocked Brewers with steady leadership and battle tested, pennant chase experience as they attempt to make the post season for the first time since 1982. Those were the days when Cecil Cooper, Ben Oglivie, Robin Yount, Ted Simmons, Gorman Thomas and Milwaukee’s current manager Ned Yost were known as Harvey’s Wall Bangers (He took over for Buck Rogers and went 72-43) because the entire unit hit the mess out of the ball. It seemed everyone in the lineup batted .313 with 35 homers and 130 rbi’s. That team was Barry Bonds scary and defeated the Gene Autry (owner) and Reggie Jackson led California Angels 3 games to 2 before losing to the eventual World Series Champion, St. Louis Cardinals in 7.
I’ll never forget when Rod Carew grounded to short to end the series because I pulled for the Angels. Autry was such a great owner, I thought he deserved a ring.
This is a new Brew crew blast…
CC is more than just a pitcher for he’s become a weapon at the plate as well. When he was still with Cleveland, do you remember the 440 foot blast in June off Chan Ho Park that got out of Dodger stadium just as fast as Manny was cast out of Boston? He wants to hit and to be a consistent hitter, one must have confidence and gut fired desire. For his career, he’s a .273 hitter with 3 homers and might be a offensive factor the rest of the way as the Brew crew fight and fight some more to become a consistent National League force.
Ben Sheets and Ryan Braun are studs and hopefully will continue to put up numbers at their current pace.
Braun could be a great one.
Sabathia is also very outspoken about the lack of Blacks in baseball. He says it’s “not just a problem–it’s a crisis.” Sabathia has implored Bud Selig to do something–anything to halt a discouraging trend that gets worse each year. Although he’s taken over the title of best Black pitcher from Dontrelle Willis, Sabathia assuredly doesn’t see it that way because he’ll take all the help he can get in hopes the numbers of Black players will rise soon. CC will give up a total of $250,000 of his current contract to the Larry Doby RBI Program through a donation to Cleveland Indians Charities.
Simply put, he takes giving back seriously. He’s just a genuinely nice person whose demeanor allows him to work under pressure laid back. Locker room dream. He’d be great in New York. Go get him George for he might be what you need to finally get over the hump and get that ring. Someone needs to deflect attention away from ARod and I bet CC is your man.
But enough with futuristic fantasies, the time is now.
His Brewer team is one of the few teams to cultivate Black talent with young phenoms Prince Fielder, Bill Hall and Ricky Weeks (the latter two struggling currently but still promising) leading the way.
The question must be posed to Philadelphia brass and fans alike:
Why didn’t they make serious pushes to sign CC and Johan Santana?
What, they don’t need pitching?
There are no buts…
What if he comes back and defeats you in a World Series…winning three games?
Cole Hamels is a great talent but he cannot do it alone. Get with it Philly because it’s a known fact the organization was the last to field a Black player. I really hope those attitudes are a thing of the past.
Did the racist mentality primitive permeate through this generation or will things change in the City of Brotherly Love?
The last Black decent free agent signing was Danny Tartabull (he retired after one injury riddled season in Philly) so we shall see…
Ryan Howard is homegrown. Philly fans seem comfortable with he and JRoll but will the present fuel the future…provoking a sense of urgency to sign a Black player of CC’s stature? Seems like Philly teams are one player away from locking everything up. Why don’t they make those moves?
I bring this up only because of past practice.
Enough of that. Back to the beat…
There are those who’ll argue Sabathia doesn’t have what it takes down the stretch. He was rocked in last years ALCS against Boston; had the ball in a Game 7 loss, but just could not get it done. He and Fausto Carmona were arguably the best one-two punch of record in the league and it’s a shame things didn’t work out better for the playoff anguished city of Cleveland.
Cleveland’s loss is Milwaukee’s gain…
I personally connect with CC because he reminds me of a pitcher I faced in Little League. His windup is eerily similar. This cat used to curl cinder blocks and no-hit my Yankee team when some considered us the best in the league by sitting 13 of us down with sick stuff. I can’t for the life of me remember his name, but this man child had the body LeBron it seemed at twelve. He struck me out three times on nine pitches until I swung a the first pitch my fourth at bat and luckily–with my eyes closed–lined a screamer headed for the scoreboard just outside the center field fence. Dramatically, a kid named Tommy Leonard made an amazing Griffey-like catch to end the game. I never told anybody this, but I was glad the catch was made because the pitcher deserved to have the gem documented in the local paper. He was just that nice that day and who the heck was I to ruin a memorable moment.
I actually wanted him to complete his no-hitter out of respect with no regrets and I’m proud to say so.
Whatcha gonna do CC? Will you become great or will your light fizzle? It’s good to see you’ve amassed 111 wins so soon–he was the first player born in the 80’s to make a major league team–and is the first left handed pitcher to win double digits the first nine years of his career.
You can’t hold your head low because you finished second to Ichiro Suzuki (ironically his 1000th strikeout) for Rookie of the Year after collecting 17 wins because maybe there was an inspiration hidden that helped you become the pitcher you have become. Work hard. Fight outtta sight. Become the player the kid struggling in the hood wants you to be with all your might.
You have a chance to cement yourself in the annals of left handed pitchers who have become legendary with talent and charisma. Keep throwing that sick stuff.
We’re pulling for you CC, but do it for your family first.
It is for the kids, remember?