Now it’s time for all the stuff I don’t figure on making full posts out of, with the spiffy graphic by Matt English (aka @mattomic). It’s your Afternoon Snack…
Ben Nicholson-Smith of MLB Trade Rumors has a handy off-season review piece on the Jays.
MLB.com includes Colby Rasmus among players on the precipice of “Rake or Break” seasons.
Gregor Chisholm of BlueJays.com dips into the ol’ mail bag.
Bluebird Banter reviews how the Jays pitchers are doing so far this spring. Tom makes an interesting counter to Keith Law’s recent assertion that Dustin McGowan didn’t look so hot when he saw him last week– especially in the early going of his start: “I’m not against him coming out a bit on the gentle side, for his first few batters, in a spring game. He’s had enough arm troubles that being careful seems like a good idea, if throwing at 91 mph can be considered being careful.”
Speaking of starters, a lot of outlets are saying that Kyle Drabek goes for the Jays tonight against Daniel Bard of the Red Sox at 7 ET– a game that, by the looks of it it’s going to be on MLB.TV, for those of you outside of the country or keen enough to know how to get around such things. Mike Wilner, however, tweets that it’s going to be Aaron Laffey.
Wilner also tweets that Dustin McGowan got lit up in his minor league start today, giving up 6 hits, 5 runs, all earned, with 2 walks and 5 strikeouts over 2.1 innings. He sat at 94-96 and threw 40 of his 68 pitches for strikes.
Non-baseball link of the… um… month: this epic Craigslist ad for a metal guitarist in Austin.
Jays Journal looks at the club’s long-term catching conundrum.
Lastly, Jeff Blair of the Globe and Mail has a feature on the maturing Brett Lawrie, who some were impressed with when he took himself out of a game last week because he was hurt– though Lawrie himself “seemed taken aback at the suggestion” he would have done anything different. “My dad always told me if you’re hurt, you can’t play through it all the time. You just end up hurting yourself worse, and hurting the team.” Take note, Vernon Wells. Or… actually, I don’t give a shit anymore if you do or not.