I am still aghast about the selection of Tim Lincecum for the NL Cy Young award. Chris Carpenter, the comeback story of the year, and Adam Wainwright, who was lights out all season, were ripped off. Instead, this prestigious award is given to a pot smoking, long haired hippy from San Francisco. Does he wear flowers in his hair? Okay, maybe the hair is a non-factor. But Lincecum can well afford a good hair stylist. Long hair is better suited for skateboarders and surfers, not professional baseball players.
What kind of example does Lincecum’s selection set for our sons who are pitchers? According to the voters, it’s okay if you smoke pot or do drugs or do steroids; as long as you win ballgames, you can still win the Cy Young award. In my mind, voters should look at how a player lives his life off of the field as well as their record on the field. But then, maybe I’m just old-fashioned. Back in the day, professional baseball players (and professional players in other sports as well) were held to higher standards in their personal lives. Standards for professional athletes have slipped just like the standards of our modern society have slipped into the abyss.
As far as his performance on the field, Lincecum only had 15 wins this season. Lincecum faded in the stretch. Waino and Carp both had more wins than Lincecum. If Waino had won his 20th game, he would have been a shoo-in for the Cy. Kyle McClellan owes Waino a big, fat apology for losing that 20th game.
We only have one more award to look forward to during this off-season, and that’s the NL MVP award next week. If my standards were applied to the voting, Albert Pujols would win in a landslide.
I need some chocolate to get over this rejection of our beloved Cards pitchers. See you next time!