The Gold Gloves are a joke and I'm an idiot for getting worked up about them. The Jays were pretty much the worst defensive team in baseball this year so I (we?) don't even have a horse in the race. But fuck Torii Hunter. Jeter I can deal with (he had a solid? year in the field despite not being able to throw. At all.) Ichiro? Awesome. I didn't award him one of my exclusive Walkoff Walk Gilded Leather awards as I gave Franklin Gutierrez two. That's right, I gave Death to Flying Things two awards for one season. Why?Because I love defense, and he's the best outfielder I've seen since Devo. That good. Making the impossible look easy and the easy a memory. Amazing. Up in Them Gutz, of course, didn't win a Gold Glove. Because they're a joke, and arguing about them is trying to beat sense into the skull of a senile, racist old fuck who doesn't care about rational thought any more. They're just waiting to die. To wit, from the Seattle Times' Larry Stone:
Let's just say I wasn't impressed with the depth of knowledge of the coaches when it came to evaluating the candidates and coming to a conclusion. They'd pretty much blurt out the name of a guy that they remembered as making some good plays against them (often asking a fellow coach what he thought, and coming to a consensus opinion that way), or pick the player that had the reputation as being the best at his position, even if that reputation was no longer deserved. I'm pretty sure my team wasn't the only one that operated this way...Nothing you didn't know, but still worth building up a nice lather over once a year. Once again, I want them to matter but they do not. In any way. Failure abounds.
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