According to reports—for some reason I’m just going to go ahead and go self-servingly with this one from TheScore.com, though I assume it’s all over the place elsewhere too—Jays second baseman Aaron Hill will not play in tonight’s home opener at Rogers Centre, and has, in fact, been placed on the 15-Day Disabled List retroactive to April 7th, due to the hamstring injury that’s kept him out of the lineup recently.
"Jays manager Cito Gaston told MLB.com on Sunday that Hill was ‘much better.’ But after the injury was tested Monday afternoon the club opted to rest their all-star player with a DL stint," says the report.
Well… that kind of blows. Jeremy Reed has been recalled to take Hill’s spot on the roster.
There’s not much to really say here, except “Free
Joe Inglett Mike McCoy!” and that one hopes it’s not something that’s going to linger. I mean, sure, it’s not like the Jays need him back to keep their playoff hopes alive this season, but Hill is definitely one of the main reasons people have for going out to the ballpark and watching this team, so… hurry back.
Aaaaaand, now that I’ve had a moment to look into it, naturally the hardest working man in show business, Jordan Bastian of MLB.com/Twitter says that “Hill said he respects the Jays’ decision, adding that he fought them on the issue.”
“I know I can play,” he said, according to one of Bastian’s tweets, however the organization doesn’t want to risk any damage. And… if we’re being honest with ourselves about what this year’s going to be like—and it sounds like the Jays are (for once)—that’s certainly the right call.
Garfoosing It Up
I was going to shame any of you who didn’t make it to Chapters for the Dirk Hayhurst reading/book signing/Garfoose cake-eating extravaganza this afternoon, but you know what? It’s your fucking loss, champ.
Dirk nailed it, reading a chapter from his excellent The Bullpen Gospels, and answering questions from the crowd about his recovery from the arm injury that’s derailed his season (it’s not going as well as he’d hoped, and it’s scary and unnerving to not be doing the one thing he’s done all his life), the Jays’ chances in 2010 (he thinks they’ll pleasantly surprise because that’s often the case with a team full of young talent, high potential, and low expectations), Roy Halladay and the impact of his loss (“he was sent back in time to kill John Connor, killed John Connor, and then decided, ‘until my battery wears out I’m going to be the best pitcher in baseball,’” but his intensity was somewhat intimidating and the fact that the Jays weren’t going to be able to meet his standards meant it was maybe best that he moved on), other athletes and their literary efforts (“Jose Canseco, learn to write and stop throwing people under the bus for money, it’s pathetic”), and he added a fantastic speech on how odd it is that ballplayers are so looked up to, and yet how it’s important for them to use that for whatever good they can, for good measure.
In all, Hayhurst proved to be as affable and sharp as anyone who’s read the book would have expected, and the large crowd of fans hung on every word. I don’t mean to suck the guy’s cock too much—I mean, it’s not like he’s Mike Wilner—but once again, I’ve got to insist that here is an athlete completely worth getting to know and rooting for.
Hit up Amazon, or your local retailer of fine books, and get yourself a copy already.