Tomorrow morning’s transactions column will feature a couple of big names. Both John Smoltz and Jason Giambi have been given their walking papers, possibly signaling the end to a pair of decorated careers.
But, when you read coverage about it tomorrow, chances are, that’s where the similarities will end.Â
Baseball writers love John Smoltz. They always have. He’s their age, and he played golf, and he was always happy to talk to them. So, whenÂ aÂ memberÂ of the BBWA sits down tonight to sum up Smoltz’s career, his first line will go something like this:
“John Smoltz, the consummate warrior who battled back fromÂ injury time andÂ again,Â was let go by the Boston Red Sox Friday. Despite a valient effort to get one lastÂ great year out of his powerful right arm,Â the veteran struggled through a handful of starts before the franchise decided toÂ cut him.”
Â Now, the same writer will sit down and write about Jason Giambi, who was as nice a guy as Smoltz, but didn’t go out of his way to become every reporters best friend:
“The A’s released Jason Giambi Friday. The former slugger, and admitted steroid cheat, struggled all season, batting less than .200, after returning to Oakland after 7 star-crossed years in New York.”
MyÂ point? I’m not entirely sure. But something about it bothers me.