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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27589090-1058678484901629832?l=number1happyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1happyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1058678484901629832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27589090&amp;postID=1058678484901629832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27589090/posts/default/1058678484901629832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27589090/posts/default/1058678484901629832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1happyst.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-think-theyll-show-guy-backstage.html' title='Do you think they&apos;ll show Guy backstage waiting to go on?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hnCHR14tGq0/R5D7a1irOBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VwEsXknIEgM/S220/525374157108_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27589090.post-1982054906336596876</id><published>2009-01-02T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:28:24.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Posts that go unpublished, and for good reason</title><content type='html'>I found an old blog post from 2006 that I never published for some reason. Actually there was good reason. I remember coming up with an idea for an entire post of puns related to the workplace. It probably started with me thinking of one and then trying to think of more until it became worthy to put up here. As you'll see below, it never became worthy. Oh man it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work for Firestone, but I ended up quitting because the job itself was just &lt;em&gt;too tiring&lt;/em&gt;. So then I took a job with Midas and I figured it would be a little better, but it wasn't. Honestly, I'd get home and I'd be so &lt;em&gt;exhausted&lt;/em&gt;. At the time, I thought that maybe auto repair just wasn't the industry for me. So I took a couple weeks off and really thought about what it was that I wanted to do with my life. In the interim though, I needed to make some money so I took a job at a shop that fixes watches. It wasn't a &lt;em&gt;good time&lt;/em&gt; or anything, but it paid the bills. I also worked part-time at a barista, but it wasn't really &lt;em&gt;my cup of tea&lt;/em&gt;. I was familiar with plumbing, but finding work when you're not in the union turned out to be &lt;em&gt;draining&lt;/em&gt;. I interviewed to be a driver for Pepsi, but they gave me this written &lt;em&gt;pop&lt;/em&gt; quiz and I failed it miserably. During my job search, I would get out all of my frustrations at the gym. Eventually, one of the guys who worked there offered me a job as a trainer. I turned him down though because I didn't think I'd have the skills to make that &lt;em&gt;work out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Finding a job was becoming increasingly frustrating until a friend of mine suggested that I should get a job with the city, like a police officer or a fire fighter or something. So I took his advice and I became a fireman. It's been a blast. The experience so far has been &lt;em&gt;alarming&lt;/em&gt;, but I just hope I don't get &lt;em&gt;fired&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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If you're not happy, you gotta tell him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, sometimes a no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; means you're not using your brain. I was reminded of this last week when I heard one of the local sports radio guys (Brian P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aruch&lt;/span&gt; on AM670?) saying that the Cubs trading for Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt; is a complete no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; (in the good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio host was saying that whatever the Padres want for Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt;, the Cubs should give it to them, whether it be Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Samardzija&lt;/span&gt;, Ronny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cedeno&lt;/span&gt;, Sean Marshall, Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vitters&lt;/span&gt;, Tyler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt;, or anybody. He didn't mention whether or not he'd include Soto (in my opinion, it would be borderline criminal for Jim Hendry to include Soto in a trade for Jake Peavy), but let's assume Soto is untouchable, I still think a trade for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt; using those other players is the no-brained version of a no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;. Let's look at Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's healthy, Jake Peavy is one of the best pitchers in the league. He strikes out 9 per 9 (sometimes more), he doesn't give up many hits (relative to guys who do), and his ERA has been under 3.00 in four of the last five years (granted, this has been at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt;). These are all good things. But let's look at the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2007, he was coming off three straight seasons of pitching at least 200 innings. In 2008, he only pitched in 173. Why did he pitch in fewer innings? Because he missed six or seven starts. Why did he miss six or seven starts? Because he was experiencing elbow pain in his throwing arm. Why was he experiencing elbow pain in his throwing arm? Because he throws a lot of sliders. Why does he throw a lot of sliders? Because that's his 'out' pitch. Why am I asking questions and then answering them? Shut it, nobody asked you. My point is this: the reason he has been one of baseball's best pitchers for the last five years is because he has a wicked slider to compliment his capable fastball. But if the guy is starting to show signs of elbow trouble, you can bet that he'll have to cut down on the number of sliders he'll be throwing in the future. And with a fastball that runs 92-94 mph, what does that make him? Well potentially, it makes him an average pitcher rather than the Cy Young candidate the Cubs thought they were trading for. Granted, he's still a rotation guy, and you can't have too many rotation guys. But let's talk about the guys the Cubs would have to give up to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Samardzija&lt;/span&gt; (who has a no-trade clause. WTF?) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;replaceable&lt;/span&gt; I suppose. It's not like the Cubs have ever counted on him. He's a reliever with a great arm whom I suspect will always be a reliever. He's good to have around, but not completely necessary. Ronny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cedeno&lt;/span&gt; has similar value. He's not a good enough hitter to be their starting SS by any means, but he's a good defensive replacement in late innings and a capable spot-starter. Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Vitters&lt;/span&gt; and Tyler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt;, well there's your future right there. But who cares about the future? We need to win now! So okay, they're gone. But then we get to Sean Marshall. He sucks, right? Well not exactly. I'm willing to acknowledge that he'll never be more than a back-end rotation guy or long reliever. On the Cubs, however, the back-end rotation guy and long-reliever is extremely important. Look at their starters. You have Rich Harden, who for some reason can't pitch more than five innings a game. You have Carlos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zambrano&lt;/span&gt;, who for some reason can't go the entire season without missing a few starts here and there. And with this trade, you'll have Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt;, the "ace" who is beginning to show signs of elbow pain in his throwing arm. Who is the guy who would fill in when Harden gets taken out in the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Zambrano&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt; miss their starts? Today it'd be Sean Marshall. If this trade were to happen, Sean Marshall would be the guy filling in nicely at the back-end of the &lt;em&gt;Padres'&lt;/em&gt; rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it a no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; for the Cubs to trade for Jake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Peavy&lt;/span&gt;? Yeah, I'd say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Follow-up note from Brian: I have confirmed that the radio host was Brian Paruch. Greg, you may remember him if I call him by his old Q101 name. He's the Whipping Boy. Yeah now he's on AM670 as a fill-in host. His voice is even more grating now that he's talking sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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