Mon 1 Oct 2007

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As the 2007 MLB regular season draws to a close, the baseball fan is afforded a brief opportunity to gaze back on an amazing year of baseball. And what a sensational season it has been! What with Barry Bonds’ swift kick to Hank Aaron’s groin and subsequent move into the record books, or baseball’s growing steroid scandal, the baseball pundits have had no shortage of doomsday material upon which to opine, in breathless and interminable opuses, about the downfall of the national pastime.
Conversely, feel-good baseball stories have been in short supply. Aside from the Mets’ historic-but-predictable collapse, there hasn’t been much to find joy about in baseball. That’s why when the “Rick Ankiel Returns” story broke, baseball writers jumped on it like Peter King on a danish. It had all the elements of a tradional feel-good story: Local boy makes the big leagues, local boy flames out incredibly, local boy takes human growth hormone and re-emerges as potent power hitter. Not surprisingly, fans ate the Rick Ankiel Revival up, giving standing ovations with every Ankiel home run or semi-competent fielding move.

Depicted: Alleged Quitter
But should we really be holding Ankiel up as a hero? It’s time to acknowledge the hidden truth behind the Rick Ankiel story, something only the editors of Food Court Lunch have the courage to reveal to the American public: Rick Ankiel is a quitter.
In a tale that any casual baseball fan already knows, Ankiel came into the league in 2000 as the top pitching prospect in baseball, a fireball-throwing, 20-year-old rookie. He posted an 11-7 record for the post-season-bound Cardinals, and earned the admiration of the Cards’ faithful, with 194 strikeouts in 30 games. But in the 2000 NLDS against the Braves, the wheels came off for Ankiel as a pitcher. Starting game 1 of the series, Ankiel gave up a 6-run lead, throwing 5 wild pitches in the third inning before being pulled from the game. The evidence was undeniable. Rick Ankiel had quit as a major league pitcher.

Ankiel’s manager, Tony LaRussa, stubbornly refused to believe that his ace pitcher had given up, and put Ankiel on the mound in several more key situations in the 2000 playoffs. But it was obvious to anyone witnessing those games that Ankiel was intent on removing himself from the game of baseball as soon as possible. Despite several further unsuccessful attempts on the mound, Rick Ankiel would not be seen in the major leagues again until 2007.
Ankiel’s insistence on using the wild pitch as the focal point of his pitching arsenal irked the Cards’ pitching staff, and his numbers made it difficult for LaRussa to justify including Ankiel in the starting rotation. Consider Ankiel’s stats as a starting pitcher in the years following his successful rookie campaign:
2001: 1 win
2002: 0 wins
2003: 0 wins
2004: 1 win*
(*exhibition game vs. East St. Louis Cardinals)
2005: 0 wins
2006: 0 wins
2007: 0 wins
Only one conclusion can be drawn from these numbers: Rick Ankiel simply did not want to be a major league pitcher anymore.
However, in a turn that some pundits have described as miraculous, Ankiel re-emerged on the Cardinals’ roster in August of 2007 as a power-hitting outfielder. In his first game back, delusional fans gave Ankiel a standing ovation and he responded by hitting a three-run homer. Ankiel closed out the season by hitting an amazing 11 homers and 39 RBIs in 47 games. He once again became a fan favourite, and there was even talk about Ankiel being put forward as an MVP candidate should the Cardinals have made the post-season. Ankiel quickly became the posterboy for ESPN-type feel-good montages. Not surprisingly, the fatcats at ESPN and SI failed to mention his horrible numbers as a pitcher during the same period. They too had been swallowed up by the Rick Ankiel phenomenon.

Reach for the stars, Quitter
Sure, there are some who will say that Rick Ankiel’s transformation from pitcher to power hitter is an inspirational example of what an athlete can accomplish with hard work and determination. And there are others who will say that not since the days of Babe Ruth has such a double-threat graced both the mound and the plate. But if memory serves, Ruth was a racist who often used small illegal immigrants to take at-bats for him. And in any event, Ruth played most of his games in the American League, so any comparison between the two players is inaccurate, as any baseball historian will know.

Depicted: Manuel Jorge Villegas
No, the stats don’t lie: Rick Ankiel is a quitter. And his fatalist approach isn’t limited to pitching alone. How else can you explain the fact that Tony LaRussa, Rick Ankiel’s loyal manager, was found drunk and asleep behind the wheel in March of this year? LaRussa publicly took responsibility for the incident, but behind closed doors rumours swirled that Ankiel had abandoned LaRussa as designated driver halfway through a promising night of drinking.

Depicted: Genius
Likewise, the recent reports linking Ankiel to human growth hormone usage shows a quitter’s mentality: Any player committed to succeeding in the major leagues knows that at the very least, a 3-year course of HGH is necessary to compete with the Bondses, Caminitis and the Grimsleys of the world. Simply put, Ankiel quit as a doper because he didn’t have the will to win as a pitcher.
Sure, the editors of Food Court Lunch love a feel-good story. But is it too much to ask that next time our friends in the legitimate sports press insist on a little journalistic integrity before forcefeeding fans with this kind of jingoistic claptrap? We’ll let our learned readers decide.
October 1st, 2007 at 2:27 pm
Make fun all you want, but you have no idea what that victory over East St. Louis meant to North, South and West St. Louis.
October 2nd, 2007 at 2:02 pm
This was awful. What a waste of infinite internet space.
October 2nd, 2007 at 3:04 pm
i’ve never seen anyone fail at an attempt of humor. if the jokes are going to bomb at least get your information correct, ankiel pitched in the majors in 2001 and 2004. i mean, wow, that wasn’t even funny. that might have been the stupidist thing i’ve put through my eyes through and i’ve seen “Freddy got fingered”
October 2nd, 2007 at 3:43 pm
Um…I think that was part of the joke, “wow”.
But I agree, Freddy Got Fingered was an awesome movie.
October 2nd, 2007 at 4:09 pm
That was fantastic, well done good sirs!
October 2nd, 2007 at 4:11 pm
To wow:
You have never seen anyone fail at an attempt at humour? Really? Everything else up to now has been consistently amusing, I guess. Wow, Blue Menu. You really broke a long streak there.
October 2nd, 2007 at 4:24 pm
Mrs. Menu is clearly posting as “Anonymous” these days.
Caminitis sounds like a disease. I wonder if it’s fatal? Too soon?
October 2nd, 2007 at 11:49 pm
So this is what happens to screenwriters for Adam Sandler movies when no one calls them anymore.
My friend explained once to me a bad lover she once had; didnt know what he was doing, pulling when he should push, herky, jerky, it was ackward, uncomfortable and resulted in scrapes, knicks and bruises and looking at the clock repeatedly hoping it would finish soon.
Thats what I thought of reading this story.
October 3rd, 2007 at 12:46 am
Rob, that’s neither fair nor accurate. Blue Menu never even got close to writing for Adam Sandler. It was Yahoo Serious, then Carrot Top and then a serious drinking problem. Way to push him off the wagon.
October 3rd, 2007 at 10:27 pm
So this is my fate? The most hate-inducing foodcourtluncher? Great.
October 4th, 2007 at 8:39 am
Don’t worry Blue Menu. I thought that it was an interesting article and it made me laugh. Keep up the good work!
October 4th, 2007 at 3:32 pm
Blue Menu: The Ernst Zundel of Sports Blogging.
May 15th, 2008 at 9:40 pm
wow this doesn’t even make sense and definitely was not funny. Probably one of the useless and most boring articles i have read in a long time. rick ankiel is a man
May 16th, 2008 at 8:17 am
horrible:
Please, whatever you do, just don’t say anything about this article to the Webby Awards selection committee.
That is, unless you’re planning to nominate me in the “not funny” “most useless” or “most boring” categories.
Cheers,
Blue Menu