Jesus fuck. You’d think the Jays would be kind enough to stop doing shit while the World Cup is on, so that when I’m done reading up on Nic Anelka telling Raymond Domenech to go fuck himself, England’s comically shitty performances, Italy’s comically shitty performances (words I’ll probably end up eating next Monday, FYI), and the latest Arjen Robben injury news—aaand after I’m finished telling the complete fucking retard who emails me shit like “Just another great fucking blog..keep your deep throating, soccer loving comments on a soccer site…fuck me that is disgusting……” after any time I mention soccer on here, as though I’ve put a gun to his pea-brained head, or that I fucking owe it to this clown to meet his expectations of what can and can’t be talked about on my own goddamned blog—I don’t have to worry about keeping up with whateverthefuck is going on with the local baseball team.
Wow. Really? One sentence? What a clusterfuck…
Anywho, apparently the Jays won’t take my needs into consideration, since they keep doing shit.
Examples: today they announced that Buck Martinez will no longer be required to butcher Edwin Encarnacion’s name twelve times a game, as the lazy fuckhead has been designated for assignment, and they announced that Dr. James Andrews will be performing arthroscopic surgery on Dustin McGowan’s severely wonked shoulder tomorrow, hoping to increase his range of motion, and Scott Richmond has been activated from the 60-day DL, and optioned to single-A Dunedin, and everybody’s still talking about that whole incredibly poignant moment during yesterday’s Father’s Day game, when John McDonald homered in his first at-bat after his father’s recent passing. (Fortunately Richard Griffin of the Toronto Star has that one covered perfectly.)
That the Encarnacion thing is by far the most interesting might say more about the utter hopelessness of the McGowan situation than it does anything about E5. Encarnacion was first demoted to Las Vegas to “work on his swing” after Sunday’s game. Jarrett Hoffpauir—who Mike Wilner points out had a fantastic .328/.378/.532 line in Las Vegas, though away from Cashman field his numbers dropped precipitously—was called up to take over at third until Jose Bautista moves there on Travis Snider’s return.
Today Encarnacion’s status was changed to “Designated For Assignment,” meaning the Jays have 10 days to either trade him or send him through waivers. “If he clears – and no one claims him on the waiver wire – he can report to class AAA Las Vegas,” explains the Toronto Star. “But that doesn’t appear to be an option.”
His days with the club are almost certainly over, and on this one I’m going to do something I feel like I rarely do, and join the chorus in saying: good fucking riddance you lazy, useless twat.
I really don’t think I have to spell any of this out. And while I do completely understand the idea, which the Jays have now deviated from, that he’s a decent bat, and might still somehow unlock the key to make him not a complete fucking butcher in the field, I’ve got to admit that—obviously—I don’t much care that they’ve cut bait on him. It was reasonable-enough experiment, and while I personally would have let it continue at least until Travis Snider is ready to return, it hardly seemed as though anything—his value to either this club or any other—was going to change .
Maybe that’s unfair—after all, E5’s BABIP is a vomit-inducing .167, and he’s bound to hit better—but if the team wants to evaluate and get plate appearances for potentially useful pieces going forward, I’m pleased as a fucking pig in shit that the Jays have decided those should be Snider, Fred Lewis and Jose Bautista, instead of shuffling one of those three in and out of the lineup to keep getting at-bats for Encarnacion. The butchery in the field and the pathetic attitude on the base paths were, for me, just the gravy on the shit sandwich.
Now, all that isn’t exactly to say I don’t wish him well—I still think that with his bat he can be a somewhat useful piece for somebody—it’s just that it’s probably in the interest of both parties that he’s gone. And ultimately, especially thanks to the apparent (for now) success of the Fred Lewis deal, it’s a move of little consequence… except in that Anthopoulos actually had the balls to do it (which maybe doesn’t quite put him into the fifteen tonne steel-balled league of Pierre Gauthier, but is impressive nonetheless).
Update: As the esteemed Brad Fullmer Fan notes in the comments, Anthopoulos told reporters this afternoon that he expects Encarnacion to clear waivers, “and at that point, Encarnacion is required to report to AAA to keep receiving paychecks.”
So, maybe it’s premature to say that we’ve seen the last of him. Maybe an injury will end up forcing his recall. Maybe they’ll realize that, as BFF also points out, Jarrett Hofpauir is not any fucking better. Maybe the Jays will refuse to eat his salary in a deal and will just let him rot in Vegas. I wouldn’t bet on any of it (well… except for the part about Hoffpauir sucking), but sure… maybe…
In Other News…
Dullards who don’t understand how they’re fighting against their own interests don’t like it when this blog makes brief forays away from the apolitical, so I’ll refrain from making any sort of comment on this photo except this: Fuck yes, Obama! Fuck the fucking wave!!!