Dec 29

Twenty-three times in 2008, Christmas came early to Big League Stew in the form of Answer Man, a unique Q&A in which the reader cannot reasonably expect what will be asked or answered. No topic is taboo. No question is too silly. No answer is too unresponsive. Hopefully, it all adds up to funny. Here are my favorite interviews from the past year, complete with a key back-and-forth from said session: 

1. Andy Van Slyke (May 1) Perhaps the closest that Answer Man could ever come to "Frost/Nixon," this interview made some laugh, others cry and even broke some news, or at least regurgitated it from a Jeff Pearlman book. Van Slyke performed at an All-Star level with hard-nosed panache and he’s always interviewed the same way, even now, as a Tigers coach.

The highest of the highlights: we rediscovered Van Slyke’s take on the Sid Bream Slide in the 1992 NLCS, and also what it felt like to bop teammate Barry Bonds in the face. Not to overstate its importance, but Van Slyke’s Answer Man probably was the high point of both the Tigers and Pirates respective seasons. Yes, they were that lousy.

Q: How did you feel after punching Barry in the nose?

AVS: Punch him in the nose? Did I punch him in the nose?

Q: I read it in a Jeff Pearlman book (called "Love Me, Hate Me: Barry Bonds and the Making of an Antihero" — P. 94).

AVS: We had an argument once, yeah. It was the best thing that could have happened to our working relationship. After that, we understood each other and got along much better. I always respected Barry Bonds, and I wanted to let him know that I did in a certain way.

Q: Did he have it coming?

AVS: A lot of times, people outside of locker rooms don’t understand that some things that happen there make it a completely different work environment from anything else out there. Outside of baseball, a lot of people in different environment say, "You should never let something like that happen, regardless." In baseball, things happen that are timely and necessary.

Q: If the Tigers ever were to sign him, would you give him a big hug?

AVS: Absolutely. And I would tell him to hit 30 home runs — or else I’ll punch him [laughs].

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2. CC Sabathia (July 31) In a less-cynical era, before he took $700 billion from the federal government $160 million from the Yankees, Sabathia waxed poetically about the dots in (or out of) his name, his invisible friend (Danny) and what it might take for the Brewers to keep him in Milwaukee. Turns out sixth man on the Bucks couldn’t quite cut it.

Q: Did you see the Onion article about you and Fresh Prince Fielder?

CC: [Shaking head].

Q: You know the Onion, the satirical newspaper that does funny stories?

CC: No, I haven’t seen it.

Q: OK [scrambling]. I think the headline went something like, ‘CC Sabathia, Prince Fielder Keep Imagining Each Other aAs Giant Hamburger, Hot Dog, Respectively.’

CC: Ha! That’s good! I mean, we’re big guys and always going to be big guys. Nothing really offends me and I’m not really bothered by it. You take it in stride and laugh if it’s funny.

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3. Mike Mussina (Aug. 7) Phew! I got Mussina under the wire just before he retired. One of the final few hundred interviews ever conducted at old Yankee Stadium, this session tried to utilize Mussina’s "different" sense of humor, while getting to the nuts and bolts of life in the Bronx.

Q: Since you signed with NY, and moved here during baseball seasons, how much more have you asked yourself, "What’s that smell?"

MM: Not since I moved here [laughs]. But as a visiting player, every time I’d enter the subway to go anywhere in the city, you have to ask yourself that very question. And, depending on the level that the train is — how deep you have to go — the smells are a little bit different.

Q: What do you think the smells are?

MM: I have no idea and I don’t want to know. The No. 7 Train going to Shea smells different than the No. 4 train, from Grand Central, going to Yankee Stadium.

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4. Zack Greinke (June 20) If Answer Man had a kid brother, he would be Greinke. Funny, well-meaning and smarter than people give him credit for, Greinke’s oddball answers to Answer Man’s kooky questions created a perfect storm of sorts.

Q: You were once called "the future of pitching." Tell me, are we going to have flying cars in the future?

ZG: Yeah, we are.

Q: When?

ZG: Probably not too far away. About 10 years. That’s my guess.

Q: OK! I can hold out for 10 years.

ZG: Actually, probably longer than that.

Q: But, you said…

ZG: There definitely will be flying cars, but whether there’ll be flying cars for most people to use, it’ll probably take a long time to straighten everything out, all the rules and hassles. It’ll take a while to figure out how to keep people from crashing into each other.

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5. Hunter Pence (April 20) The very first Answer Man set the mood perfectly. It detailed why Pence crashed through a clear glass door during spring training and his virtual participation the often-misunderstood computer universe of World of Warcraft. Pence paid Answer Man a big compliment when he said, "These are interesting questions. I’ve never had an interview like this."

Q: As a precaution, are you never going to again wash a window?

HP: Um, I’m never going to run where there’s a glass sliding door. I’m going to walk.

Q: And look. Were you looking?

HP: I don’t … I really just … It happened so fast, like a quick decision to turn. I think I was looking. It’s not that I washed it — it was a brand new townhouse, so maybe they washed it — but someone else had shut the door without me looking, so in my brain it was open. … You know what’s amazing about it? How many people have told me they’ve done the same thing, but they didn’t fall through, they just bounced off it. I’m the only one that’s crazy enough to be running.

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6. Huston Street (July 10) Also a budding guitarist, Street lost his job as A’s closer soon after this interview. The signs of struggle were apparent; teammate Andrew Brown needed to help Street out a little.

Q: Where are you in your musical evolution?

HS: I’m like a third-grader. I think I can say my A-B-C’s; I know most of the chords.

Andrew Brown: What kind of third-grader were you? That’s a low third grade. Is that a home school third grade?

HS: It’s a metaphor, Andrew!

Andrew Brown: When I was in third grade, we were doing multiplication tables, stuff like that.

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7. Bert Blyleven (May 22) One word says it all: gas.

Q: Speaking of pride, what about this T-shirt you’ve been photographed wearing that says, "I [heart] to fart"?

BB: I LOVE to fart.

Q: What’s wrong with you?

BB: I’m honest. Have you ever farted?

Q: One or two times.

BB: And did it feel good?

Q: Always.

BB: Probably so. That’s why I wore it. I love to fart. I do. When the time is right, I do it. I’m not going to hide it.

Q: You’re so blunt about your love for flatulence.

BB: Yeah. Well, someone gave me the shirt because of my history of farting, so I wear it. I LOVE to fart. I think I still have it.

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8. Cole Hamels (Aug. 22) Before being draped in World Series MVP glory, Hamels was stalked by a pink ape and was widely considered to be the less-good-looking half of his marriage.

Q: Has Cole Hamels ever smoked a whole pack of Camels?

CH: No. I think I smoked one cigarette in my life and I hated every minute of it. I’m glad I tried it, and I think it’s definitely something that’s not for me.

Q: When was this cigarette?

CH: Well, I was out underage-drinking (laughs).

Q: Any other crimes you committed that you’d like to admit to?

CH: No! I mean, I think all kids have done it at some point.

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9. Francisco Rodriguez (Sept. 11) On his way to the single-season save record and a $37-million deal with the Mr. Mets, K-Rod recalled a time long ago when he didn’t have enough money to afford a real glove. No matter to Answer Man, who can find humor even in poverty. (Shame, Answer Man, shame!)

Q: Is it true that your first glove was a milk carton?

FR: That is totally true.

Q: How long until it wore out?

FR: It would wear out quick; it would maybe last two or three games.

Q: Did you catch better with chocolate milk, or regular?

FR: I think it was regular milk.

Q: What would you have done if your family got its milk in bottles?

FR: Would have used my bare hand. I remember my second glove — after the ones I made with the milk cartons — was given to me from Carlos Subero, who’s now the Double-A manager with the White Sox. He’d give me gloves and shoes.

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10. Milton Bradley (July 24) Whoever gets him on the free-agent market will have an edge in the domino olympics. Beyond that, Bradley’s new team will get a player with a misleading reputation.

Q: Jeffrey Hammonds told you in an orientation that basically players will get a label and it sticks to them forever. What does your label say?"

MB: "Contents in package are not as they appear" [laughs].

Q: Does your label have an expiration date? You can’t scratch off this label, like on a beer bottle?

MB: Probably not. It’s there.

Q: So, if your label is misleading or wrong, what actually are your ingredients?

MB: I definitely got some cayenne pepper. Sugar. Everything has high fructose corn syrup in it. Distilled water, maybe, I don’t know.

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2008 Answer Men (and Woman):
Hunter Pence — April 10 • Justin Morneau — April 17 • David Wright — April 24 • Erin Andrews — April 25 • Andy Van Slyke — May 1 • Derek Jeter — May 8 • Bob Uecker — May 15 • Bert Blyleven — May 22 • Torii Hunter — May 29 • Joba Chamberlain — June 3 • Larry Bowa — June 13 • Zack Greinke — June 20 • Kerry Wood — June 26 • Huston Street — July 10 • Josh Hamilton — July 15 • Milton Bradley — July 24 • CC Sabathia — July 31 • Mike Mussina — Aug. 7 • Jason Bay — Aug. 14 • Cole Hamels — Aug. 22 • Ron Santo — Aug. 28 • Francisco Rodriguez — Sept. 11 • Ryan Dempster — Sept. 18 • Evan Longoria — Oct. 2

Dec 26



You could not have put together a more loaded regular-season game if you had scripted it. We often hear about a "playoff atmosphere," but yesterday’s Lakers/Celtics tangle was so fraught with implications that it’s hard to tell what was really at stake — or what the Lakers’ victory really tells us.

For one, the Celtics won the 2007-08 title, beating out the Lakers. If that was the extent of the back story, the pressure would still be on the Lakers to prove they could get right back in the fray; this game would’ve been the next round, or at least a preview of the next round, between two heavyweights. But the Celtics didn’t merely win, they totally unmanned the Lakers’ vaunted offense and left MVP Kobe Bryant floundering. There was a pride factor, involved. The series may have gone six games, but Los Angeles had to show that they indeed deserved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Boston.

So yesterday was about answering the question "who are the Lakers, really?" dispelling the myths that this soft, smoke-and-mirrors, superstar-driven team was not a house of cards.

Except Boston didn’t just win the series in six. They so thoroughly annihilated Los Angeles in the sixth game that it became personal. This wasn’t just about the Lakers reminding us that they were still relevent, but about avenging themselves — regardless of the finer points of public opinion. Kobe, as mighty and indomitable an ego as you’ll find in this game, had been crushed by the Celtics. If his disappearing act in the 2006 series with Phoenix remains the single greatest evidence of his flaws and contradictions, this eliminiation game was Bryant’s ultimate humiliation.

The Lakers weren’t only looking for a win, or affirmation, or even vindication. This matchup wasn’t about them. It was about hitting the Celtics, hard. No matter how strong they’ve been this season, Game 6 still stings, and the only medicine for that is out-and-out, cold-blooded vengeance. Storming out of the depths to not only stake their claim, but negate the Celtics. Basketball doesn’t get much more existential than this.

The good news, at least for Los Angeles, is that the Lake Show triumphed. Kobe played stupendously, and Pau Gasol and Lamar Odom — notably M.I.A. during much of the Finals — chipped in as key contributors. It wasn’t a beatdown, but it did remind us who the Lakers really are. And that they must be taken seriously, no matter what Jeff Van Gundy says.

But all of this assumes that the Celtics have sat static since last May. In fact, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The Celtics of today are more fiery, energetic, accomplished, and generally terrifying than even the team that earned those rings at the end of last year’s grueling playoffs. Ray Allen is finally looking like the Ray Ray of old, a deadly scorer who adds another dimension to the offense; Rajon Rondo has arrived as a playmaker and leader on the floor; Kendrick Perkins has accepted his role of chief goon, and even developed the facial expression to go with it; and Kevin Garnett is, quite simply, the crazy, expansive KG that got lost in last year’s workmanlike push for a title.

Oh, and they’re off to the best start in NBA history. Heading into yesterday’s game, Boston was sitting on a 27-2 record, and riding a 19-game win streak. Los Angeles may have had a lot to prove, but they were going up against a team that had elevated itself. Had — hypothetically, of course — last year’s Finals ended close, this game still would’ve been Boston, the juggernaut, looking to get through their toughest challenge of the season unscathed. Since, for all of the Celtics’ advances, they haven’t consistently pummeled teams like Cleveland, have spent an awful lot of time on their home floor, and really need Paul Pierce to get going (which he did on Thursday).

So the Lakers beat the Celtics in a tight regular-season game. Where does this leave us? Probably dead even.

The Celtics have fallen from their pedestal, all the more so because Los Angeles didn’t successfully install themselves as the undeniably kings of this league.

Both teams are better than last year, but have gaps to fill. In Boston, it’s how to work with a bench that’s lost James Posey, its heart and soul, as well as hoping Pierce has finally found his rhythm. Los Angeles needs more consistent contributions from Andrew Bynum, and needs to decide exactly how to fit Luke Walton and Trevor Ariza into the rotation.

Quite often, these winter showdowns involve manufactured, or overblown, storylines. For once, that wasn’t the case. But the outcome, ironically, neither brought the Lakers total redemption or elevated the Celtics into the stratosphere.

Instead, now the balance sheet is even, and really, both of these teams are at least on the stable ground of the regular season. At least for the moment.

Dec 26


You could not have put together a more loaded regular-season game if you had scripted it. We often hear about a "playoff atmosphere," but yesterday’s Lakers/Celtics tangle was so fraught with implications that it’s hard to tell what was really at stake — or what the Lakers’ victory really tells us.

For one, the Celtics won the 2007-08 title, beating out the Lakers. If that was the extent of the back story, the pressure would still be on the Lakers to prove they could get right back in the fray; this game would’ve been the next round, or at least a preview of the next round, between two heavyweights. But the Celtics didn’t merely win, they totally unmanned the Lakers’ vaunted offense and left MVP Kobe Bryant floundering. There was a pride factor, involved. The series may have gone six games, but Los Angeles had to show that they indeed deserved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Boston.

So yesterday was about answering the question "who are the Lakers, really?" dispelling the myths that this soft, smoke-and-mirrors, superstar-driven team was not a house of cards.


Except Boston didn’t just win the series in six. They so thoroughly annihilated Los Angeles in the sixth game that it became personal. This wasn’t just about the Lakers reminding us that they were still relevent, but about avenging themselves — regardless of the finer points of public opinion. Kobe, as mighty and indomitable an ego as you’ll find in this game, had been crushed by the Celtics. If his disappearing act in the 2006 series with Phoenix remains the single greatest evidence of his flaws and contradictions, this eliminiation game was Bryant’s ultimate humiliation.

The Lakers weren’t only looking for a win, or affirmation, or even vindication. This matchup wasn’t about them. It was about hitting the Celtics, hard. No matter how strong they’ve been this season, Game 6 still stings, and the only medicine for that is out-and-out, cold-blooded vengeance. Storming out of the depths to not only stake their claim, but negate the Celtics. Basketball doesn’t get much more existential than this.

The good news, at least for Los Angeles, is that the Lake Show triumphed. Kobe played stupendously, and Pau Gasol and Lamar Odom — notably M.I.A. during much of the Finals — chipped in as key contributors. It wasn’t a beatdown, but it did remind us who the Lakers really are. And that they must be taken seriously, no matter what Jeff Van Gundy says.

But all of this assumes that the Celtics have sat static since last May. In fact, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The Celtics of today are more fiery, energetic, accomplished, and generally terrifying than even the team that earned those rings at the end of last year’s grueling playoffs. Ray Allen is finally looking like the Ray Ray of old, a deadly scorer who adds another dimension to the offense; Rajon Rondo has arrived as a playmaker and leader on the floor; Kendrick Perkins has accepted his role of chief goon, and even developed the facial expression to go with it; and Kevin Garnett is, quite simply, the crazy, expansive KG that got lost in last year’s workmanlike push for a title.

Oh, and they’re off to the best start in NBA history. Heading into yesterday’s game, Boston was sitting on a 27-2 record, and riding a 19-game win streak. Los Angeles may have had a lot to prove, but they were going up against a team that had elevated itself. Had — hypothetically, of course — last year’s Finals ended close, this game still would’ve been Boston, the juggernaut, looking to get through their toughest challenge of the season unscathed. Since, for all of the Celtics’ advances, they haven’t consistently pummeled teams like Cleveland, have spent an awful lot of time on their home floor, and really need Paul Pierce to get going (which he did on Thursday).

So the Lakers beat the Celtics in a tight regular-season game. Where does this leave us? Probably dead even.

The Celtics have fallen from their pedestal, all the more so because Los Angeles didn’t successfully install themselves as the undeniably kings of this league.

Both teams are better than last year, but have gaps to fill. In Boston, it’s how to work with a bench that’s lost James Posey, its heart and soul, as well as hoping Pierce has finally found his rhythm. Los Angeles needs more consistent contributions from Andrew Bynum, and needs to decide exactly how to fit Luke Walton and Trevor Ariza into the rotation.

Quite often, these winter showdowns involve manufactured, or overblown, storylines. For once, that wasn’t the case. But the outcome, ironically, neither brought the Lakers total redemption or elevated the Celtics into the stratosphere.

Instead, now the balance sheet is even, and really, both of these teams are at least on the stable ground of the regular season. At least for the moment.

Dec 20


With some famous figures, there’s never any doubt as to how the first line in their obituary will read.

And so when former Pirate pitcher Dock Ellis died on Friday, we all knew there was no question that the first summary sentence of his life would involve his claim that he was high on LSD when he threw a no-hitter on June 12, 1970 against the Padres.  

From the Associated Press:

"Dock Ellis, who infamously claimed he pitched a no-hitter for Pittsburgh under the influence of LSD and later fiercely spoke out against drug and alcohol addiction, died Friday. He was 63."

Of course only Ellis really knew for sure if that bit is true or not, but his performance in that game — eight walks, one HBP — would seem to suggest that he wasn’t quite on the top of his game. Though he did reform to become a vocal opponent of alcohol and drugs, he never backed down from that claim and it has become a prominent thread from the ’70s in baseball’s "colorful" past. 

Here’s what he said of that no-hitter, via Snopes.com:

"The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn’t. Sometimes I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder. They say I had about three to four fielding chances. I remember diving out of the way of a ball I thought was a line drive. I jumped, but the ball wasn’t hit hard and never reached me."

Snopes also has a few other good Ellis stories,  including the time in 1974 when he tried an unorthodox way to get his teammates to be more aggressive:

"In a May 1 start against the Reds — having announced before the game that "We gonna get down. We gonna do the do. I’m going to hit these mother*******.’

"Ellis opened the contest by drilling leadoff hitter Pete Rose in the ribs; hitting the next batter, Joe Morgan, in the side; and then plunking Dan Driessen in the back to load the bases. Although clean-up hitter Tony Perez managed to dodge Ellis’ pitches long enough to draw a walk before being hit, Dock aimed his next two offerings at Cincinnati catcher Johnny Bench’s head, whereupon he was unceremoniously yanked from the game by Pittsburgh manager Danny Murtaugh."

There’s one other big moment for which Ellis will always be remembered. He was the pitcher who served up the mammoth homer to Reggie Jackson in the 1971 All-Star Game. (It was Ellis’ only All-Star appearance.)

I’m a little too young to remember Ellis’ career and there isn’t much literature out there on his average career, despite his outspoken nature. If anyone else would like to share a few stories with the new generations, feel free to post your thoughts in the comments below. 

Dec 19


Adios, Tex.

The Red Sox, thought to be the leaders in the horse race for Mark Teixeira, apparently will not sign the free agent at any cost.

Or, at least the cost Scott Boras wants.

After hearing in a Dallas meeting with Boras about offers other teams apparently have made for Teixeira, Red Sox owner John Henry says in an e-mail: "It seems clear that we are not going to be a factor."

In other words, neigh!

Yahoo! Sports’ Gordon Edes has the story, which adds that the Angels, Orioles and Nationals also made offers to Teixeira, who is 28 and regarded as the top dog on the free-agent market.

Update: Scott Boras has e-mail, too! He wrote Y! Sports’ Tim Brown, who then forwarded the message (along with a hilarious quiz about "getting to know your friends at Christmas") to Gordon.

Oh, and below, Boras says this about Teixeira:

"The Boston ownership was kind enough to request and travel to meet
with Mark Teixeira. While it was a very positive meeting, Mark was
candid and advised he is in the process of making a decision and is now
attempting to eliminate teams."

The Red Sox put up a $160-plus million offer over eight seasons but, an unnamed Boston executive says, Boras’ wishes for a $200-million, 10-year deal is "ridiculous."

Oh, sure. A $160-million deal that averages $20 million a season is reasonable, but add a couple more years at the same rate and we cross the line of fiscal sanity?

The Red Sox don’t have a backup plan, in terms of major free agents, if Teixeira goes elsewhere. So Boston would just have to compete with David Ortiz, Kevin Youkilis, Dustin Pedroia and so forth.

Meanwhile below, here’s what the Nationals opening-day lineup would look like with Teixeira (plus another free agent*) in it:

2B — Orlando Hudson*

SS — Cristian Guzman

3B — Ryan Zimmerman

1B — Mark Teixeira

CF — Elijah Dukes

RF — Josh Willingham

LF — Lastings Milledge

C — Jesus Flores

P — John Lannan

Hmm. It makes me want to watch the Nationals.