Tagged: Jim Leyland

Leadership 101

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Leaders find ways to motivate even when the task seems impossible.  For instance, Jim Leyland is a leader because he took a team that lost 119 games three seasons earlier and led them all the way to the World Series.  On a side note, Matt Millen would be the opposite.

I also believe that leaders have innate abilities that can’t be taught.  You can hone the skills but some people just aren’t leaders and no amount of teaching or coaching will get them to that point.

Knowing whether or not you have that ability is also an important skill.  Politicians often learn these lessons the hard way.  Abraham Lincoln lost more races than he won before winning the Republican nomination and becoming President.  But he was a leader and even the losses taught him lessons and earned him respect he would later weave into a legendary presidency.

Sometimes when the losses keep piling up, though, they’re trying to tell you something different.  Like maybe you’re not suited for politics:

Ok!  Fine!  I’ll vote for you!  Just please stop yelling at me.  Please?

-A

The Filibuster

So, it looks like we’ll watch the playoffs from the sidelines this year
since both of our teams decided to nosedive in the second half.  Which
teams’ failure is the most discouraging, though, the Tigers or the
Cards?

-Allen
Tigers fan
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A clever move from my sinister and oft pejorative colleague, Mr. Allen Krause, inserting himself into the Filibuster box by stuffing it with this one question, over and over and over again.  I guess some part of Mr. Krause is looking for sympathy in the wake of yet another disappointing season in Detroit; because anyone with any sort of baseball awareness knows that the greater discouragement between these two teams most assuredly belongs to the St. Louis Cardinals.

Hell, up to a few weeks ago we were all buzzing about how the Cards could just mail it in for the NL Central title.  How could they not?!?  A team anchored by two of the best pitchers in the game (Wainwright, Carpenter), flanked by serious ROY candidate Jaime Garcia, a solid Jake Westbrook… and I haven’t even gotten to the offense centered around Albert Pujols and Matt Holliday… a team like this… it screams playoffs.

So how is it that they are dead?

Lack of motivation.  Sense of entitlement.  Clubhouse squabbling.  Streakiness.  The absence of a clear, dominating, team leader.

Really, that’s what it comes down to.

Meanwhile, the 2010 edition of the Tigers never had a chance to begin with.  Outside of Justin Verlander (who struggled early on), their pitching was a complete mess (Dontrelle Willis anyone?).  They started two rookies in Austin Jackson and Scott Sizemore… and at the very last minute they signed a less-than-stellar Johnny Damon to… well, to do what, I don’t really know.  His non-impact did the talking.  Or not.  Depending on how you look at it.

So, Mr. Krause, of course the Cardinals’ 2010 fail remains more epic (as the kids iz sayin’) than your disastrous Detroit Tigers, who are apt to see Jimmy Leyland walk away after the season, so that he can spend more quality time smoking… and… smoking.

But not all hope is lost for the RSBS universe.  The Rays and Rangers look like fun teams to root for in the postseason, and let us not forget… Mr. Krause still has a horse in this race:

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Hate me ‘cuz I got people who can extract sensitive information, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

***SEND US YOUR FILIBUSTERS****

Something on your mind?  Want to see Jeff and Al sweat (separately, not together, eww)?  Think you got a real stumper?  Send us your Filibuster question(s) by commenting or emailing them to us at kraulung@gmail.com. 

***Pics of Mr. Krause declaring his love for Albert Pujols & Co. also welcome. I have a hunch…

Still Throwin’ Al Under the Bus

allenshea.jpgWhy not?

We’re friends.

He’ll forgive me.

I mean, here were are… it’s August.  Like usual the Cardinals are in the thick of an exciting pennant chase.  And the Tigers… well, the Tigers are busy suckin’.

Of course I’m gonna say something to my opinionated and oft-brazen colleague, Mr. Allen Krause.  If I keep my mouth shut, my reputation is done.  Over.  Finished.

And that ain’t gonna happen.

‘Cuz not only am I known to kick people while they’re down, I’m also known to have a knack for unearthing old childhood videos of Mr. Krause actin’ a fool.

Not quite Jimmy Leyland worthy, is he.

Hate me ‘cuz I’m crass, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

Baseball Meets Art: “Dream Caused by the Flight of the Bumblebee Featuring Jimmy Leyland”

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In the real world, it’s easy to explain why the Tigers suck.

In the surreal world, there are things you just can’t explain.

So don’t even try, tiger.

Don’t even try.

Hate me.  Fine.  Just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Happy Friday!

Jeff

These Aren’t the Tigers You’re Looking For

fake tigers.jpgThe Detroit Tigers may have signed Johnny Damon, but I am here to remind all Ye Olde English “D” apologists: on this team you will find no Denny McLain.

On this team, there is no Al Kaline.  There is no Kirk Gibson.  No Jack Morris, no Trammell, no Whitaker.

Heck, this ain’t even the ultimately disappointing club that was supposed to win the 2006 World Series.  No, sir.  That squad is now but a bitter memory… and after a series of motor city slips and gaffes including but not limited to Jurrens for Renteria, the brutal rape of their farm system by the merciless Florida Marlins, and a handful of awful contracts best represented by Nate Robertson and Dontrelle Willis, the 2010 Detroit Tigers seem to be more of the weak, purring variety than anything else.

And now that fan favorite Curtis Granderson has been kicked out of the cage, finding fault with this Dave Dombrowski mess is a lot easier than it used to be.

You have Jim Leyland?  Yes, and you also have Jim Leyland cut off from nicotine.

You have athlete extraordinaire, Brandon Inge?  Yes, and you also have his strikeouts.

You have Johnny Damon?  Yes, but you overpaid… and did he come with his wheelchair?

I dunno.  It’s not like I hate the Tigers or anything.  I mean, I have nothing personal against Detroit save hearing about them ad nauseum via my cantankerous and oft negligent colleague Mr. Allen Krause; but that doesn’t affect my judgment.  I simply report the facts, interpreted in my own special way.

And that special way offers this declaration: the Tigers are in for a world of hurt in 2010.

But shhhh.  Don’t tell Al.  Or Johnny Damon. Or Detroiters, all three or four of them.

And whatever you do, please don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

PS. If you think I offer something like this just to p!ss off RSBS‘ other half, then you are absolutely correct… and almost as diabolically undercutting as I.

*fist bump*

The Filibuster

Hey guys! This offseason left a lot of older free agents without work.
Jermaine Dye still doesn’t have a job.  Joe Crede, Hank
Blalock and many others still don’t have jobs either. Would you blame
this on the poor economy or do you think there’s a stronger emphasis on
youth in today’s game? Nice to see the Filibuster come back!

Jared K.
Wentzville, MO


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elway_autonation.jpgJermaine Dye doesn’t have a job?  Neither does Joe Crede or Hank Blalock?  You know what I have to say to that?  La di freakin’ da.  Who cares?  If they were worth anything, they’d have found a new team.  Cream always rises to the top and since they haven’t been skimmed off, well, I guess that tells all you need to know about them.

You want to hear about tragedy, I’ll give you tragedy.  Somehow RSBS is still not getting paid.  Yeah, the adoration of millions is nice and all but where’s the money?  However, even that’s nothing compared to the picture I’m about to paint for you.

Imagine a man, a man who has one thing in the world he truly loves.  And now imagine what happens to this man when that one thing is torn away from him.  Not only does this rending cause physical and psychological torture beyond all understanding, it also fundamentally alters the core of his being. 

Yes, I’m talking about the fact that Jim Leyland will not be allowed to smoke at Comerica Park.

Trust me, Jared, I’m as horrified at the thought as you are.  Leyland without a cigarette is like a Frenchman without a beret.  Exactly.  It boggles the mind.  It’s inconceivable.  It’s ludicrous.

Joe Crede without a job?  That’s just natural selection.  Good luck in baseball’s Darwinian afterlife, my friend.  Maybe you can do like Elway and open a car lot.

-A

***SEND US YOUR FILIBUSTERS****

Something on your mind?  Want to see Jeff and Al sweat (separately, not together, eww)?  Think you got a real stumper?  Send us your Filibuster question(s) by commenting or emailing them to us at kraulung@gmail.com. 

***Your snarky comments regarding Elway in pleats also welcome.

From Right Field to the Parking Lot

Jimmy_smokes.jpgAs the postseason awards get handed out and as Yankees fans revel in what 1.4 billion dollars can do for you, those of us cheering for also-ran teams have to sit back and hope for better luck next year. Yep, next year could be the year when Verlander wins his Cy Young, Miguel Cabrera finally walks off with the MVP award and Jimmy Leyland and the Tigers win the Series. It’s not impossible.

But even if this is just a pipe dream, it’s still better than watching the Lions continue to redefine terrible, one loss at a time. We used to have the Pistons but they’re just ordinary anymore. And I suppose there are the Red Wings but I am not nor have I ever been Canadian so that just doesn’t do it for me.

The thing is that the Tigers have all the pieces. They’re just missing that elusive something, that killer instinct that could put them over the top. You don’t put that many Venezuelans on a team and not expect some sort of revolution. Expectations are about all we have these days, though.

This whole process is kind of like that old song about playing right field. You daydream about the ideal situation and everything coming together but then something wakes you up and you face the truth, the terror of a baseball hurtling your way. For me, that something is one of my favorite Twitter streams, Sh!tMyDadSays. And if you scroll down to the tweet on October 8th, you’ll see what I mean. Yep, that pretty much sums it up.

Hope springs eternal, though. And in case you’ve forgotten the song, the kid ultimately ends up making the catch out in right field. Who knows? Maybe next year the Tigers will get the good news that Justin’s dad thinks they deserve. But I’m betting on god taking another dump in the parking lot.

-A