The sample size is small, but the signing of free-agent Adam Kennedy in the offseason looks pretty good right now. Kennedy’s batting .367 with three runs, two doubles, two home runs and four RBI in nine games at Safeco Field this season. And, with Justin Smoak out of town because of his father’s death, Kennedy’s looked pretty good defensively at first base, too. He’s not the ideal 3-4-5 hitter, but manager Eric Wedge doesn’t have a lot of options and so far, give Kennedy credit. The veteran’s earning his dough.
If Stanford quarterback Andrew Luck had made himself eligible for the draft, he would have been the No. 1 overall pick. Carolina takes him in a New York second. No debate. Instead, nobody can agree on who will be the next great NFL quarterback out of this class. Depending on the day and the talking head, you might be led to believe that Cam Newton will be out of the league in four years. Some think Washington’s Jake Locker’s the next Michael Vick. Plus his character and work ethic are off the charts. Others have their doubts. You’re accurate or you’re not, and he’s not, critics expound. Blaine Gabbert of Missouri might be the best QB in the draft. No, wait, Florida State’s Christian Ponder has the best upside. Arkansas’ Ryan Mallett has the strongest arm, but has been dogged by off-field issues. I heard one guy last week say that TCU’s Andy Dalton is the guy he’d want running his team. To their credit, Dalton and Newton are the ones with the best pedigree when it comes to winning football games. That’s got to count for something.
I’m just glad that the draft’s finally here (it will be televised in prime time on Thursday and finishes up Friday and Saturday). Enough, enough already. The NFL draft will have had a zillion mock drafts before they start calling names. We’ve been deluged with so much information on these professional collegians who will finally start playing for money that I think my head’s going to brust. Between the draft, the royal wedding (on, wait, The Royal Wedding) and the infactuation of some with our president’s birth certificate, it’s amazing we’re able to function on this planet. It’s such a nice day that I’m going to get away from it all and take my dog for a walk. Wait, my dog’s not going. She’s mad at me because I changed her name to “Mel Kiper.” I told her it was only a nightmare, but she doesn’t believe me.
What a pleasant voice from the past. Don’t know about you, but I’d vote to keep Ken Wilson, Dave Niehaus’ original sideback, on as the permanent radio voice of the Mariners. I forgot how good he was. And, yes, that’s the same Ken Wilson who is the president of the West Coast League, the summer wood-bat college circuit that the Kitsap BlueJackets play in.
I didn’t know it was humanly possible to feel as beat up as I do after playing my first round of golf in over a year. I knew I was out of shape, but this is ridiculous. Golf’s suppose to be a walk in the park. Of course, I did take more swings than the average golfer and I probably walked more yards than most as I zig-zagged the course to follow my wayward shots. But I hit a couple good ones. And, as they say, that’s enough to keep you coming back.
Gotta go. Can’t waste this sunshine.