In the wake of Hurricane Manny's hot bat and lazy ass fielding, Casey Blake has proven to be an indispensable pickup... for THE DELINO. Mr. Blake is carrying my award-winning Compton Crotches fantasy baseball squad on his back, and has been as rewarding as Joyce DeWitt was infuriating.
In fact, I picked him up off the waiver wire when was still a member of the Indians, not knowing he'd bring me such unbridled joy on both fronts.
Blake's shored up a third base that had all the job security of a Spinal Tap drummer. Thanks to AutoDraft, I initially got stuck with Beltre, who opted to stop sucking the second I let him go... for DeWitt. Joyce once played like a rock star, until he started playing like a member of Candlebox. Mike Lowell brought much needed life, and then his slumpy week turned into a s--tty month. Alex Gordon, that dude who's name escaping me, etc etc... they've all come and go.
But now? Casey Blake (and his glorious multi-position label) is in the lineup every day, playing as smoothly as that guy who replaced Steve Perry in Journey.