Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Report from the Morgue

"The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated," Mark Twain once wrote, and the Astros' Willy Taveras might argue the same thing. None-the-less, it says here that the Houston centerfielder may soon find himself among the rolls of the dearly departed. He's on a trajectory to become the brightest flash in the pan since the Cubs' promising Dwight Smith flamed out a decade ago after batting .338 in his rookie debut., then all but vanishing. The handwriting was on the wall for Taveras during the September playoffs when he was suddenly benched in favor of Chris Burke. Despite finishing second in rookie of the year balloting, Taveras' had suffered a precipitous and severe second-half decline, suggesting the league was quickly figuring him out. The Astros' recent signing of veteran outfielder Preston Wilson signals that the Taveras centerfield experiment is rapidly drawing to a close.

1 comment:

'Thought & Humor' said...

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

May 2006 be
your time to laugh,
embrace & receive
personal peace,
Dr. Howdy