It’s unseasonably cold and grey in my new home city by the bay while my old home city of New York basks in the warm sun. This is probably karmic retribution for the followers of the disgraced Barry Bonds. Frankly, talking with natives around town, it’s hard not to feel a certain frustration with some of the fans out here who wish not to dwell on the slugger’s improprieties. Still, I understand why a fan of a player would engage in this type of denial. It’s an unpleasant thing to see our heroes fall. So, let’s for one second pretend that none of this crap is happening and do like Simon and Garfunkel and think about more innocent things. To this end, let’s talk about our favorite players around baseball and why they’re our favorite players. I’ll start. My favorite current player on the Yankees is Mike Mussina because he’s wily, thoughtful and has pitched well for the Bombers. He’s quiet, is never quoted saying stupid things, and brings to mind what Bill James once wrote about Donny Baseball: 100% ball player; 0% bullshit. My favorite player of all-time: Willie Randolph. Much for the same reasons as Mussina. My favorite Red Sock of all-time: Billy Mueller. My favorite current Red Sock: Mike Lowell (and he hasn’t even played a game yet!).
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