Sour Grapes Taste Good
First came the vote for the American League Rookie of the year.
Fine. Maybe they just didn’t feel comfortable voting on a guy they didn’t see before voting. It’s pretty hard to call up a stat sheet, maybe call a friend covering the Rays, and hey Cody Allen did have a great season. Position players are over-rated.
Then came the vote for American League Manager of the year.
Well, now that’s a little peculiar. Could it be?
I can be small. Happy that John Farrell didn't win manager of the year. Still think he pulled a fast one on some really great people.
— steve simmons (@simmonssteve) November 13, 2013
Hey now.
Reminds me of the time I offered to get the table beers while losing at poker. Winner got my twenty bucks and a warm skunked Heineken I found downstairs. Or the time I convinced the scorer — she liked me — to change Carson Cistulli’s hit to an error because Cistulli played more often than I did on our JV squad. Or the time I bid all of my free agent budget on Travis d’Arnaud just because I knew Mike Podhorzer needed a catcher in our TOUT league. (He won anyway.) Or the time I traded Adam Wainwright because he struck out Carlos Beltran like that. Or the time I kicked my nineteen-month old son’s ball over the fence because he scored a goal on me.
Sour grapes taste good.
With a phone full of pictures of pitchers' fingers, strange beers, and his two toddler sons, Eno Sarris can be found at the ballpark or a brewery most days. Read him here, writing about the A's or Giants at The Athletic, or about beer at October. Follow him on Twitter @enosarris if you can handle the sandwiches and inanity.
The Toronto Sun is written for a 4th grade reading level audience. Enough said.
What grade is that in Fahrenheit?
Aren’t most of them written like that as to appeal to a broader base?