Royals Rumblings for May 27, 2014
As assembled by Royals Review staff:
The big news is of course, Yordano Ventura leaving last night's game with an elbow injury. Baseball is stupid and you are stupid for liking it.
If social media outlets were the only avenue to discern the exploits of Bubba Starling, one might surmise that the No. 5 overall pick of the 2011 first-year player draft was a historic mistake for an organization regularly lampooned for such things. Add to that the ever-expanding cloud of baseball punditry inferring that, for a baseball prospect, Starling is a heck of a future college football quarterback.
"You get all these people who write that, and they’ve never played a game of baseball in their life," Starling said Saturday afternoon as his Wilmington Blue Rocks prepared to face the Frederick Keys. "Some of them don’t even have a clue what this is like," Starling continued as he crossed his arms. "It’s a whole different kind of competition coming from high school to this. It really doesn’t matter, honestly, what they think."
Critical spirits! Starling is now hitting .199 in Wilmington, so now is the time to start getting excited.
The Royals made a minor trade over the weekend, sending minor league filler outfielder Melky Mesa and pitcher P.J. Walters to Toronto for cash considerations. Dayton is stocking up on loose change to make a run to lure Michael Young out of retirement.
Boston fanboy comes up with unrealistic trade scenario to target Alex Gordon.
Sporting KC's Chance Myers is out for the year. Now there's a team that has legitimate excuses between injuries and callups to the national team. SKC is about one red card away from dressing a boy in drag to win the big game.
Mad Men had its semi-season finale. SPOILER ALERT! Don broods, drinks, and says something witty while contemplating his existential crisis.
And the song for today comes from th' Land of Ice. From the 2005 return to form, Takk, "Glósóli" has to be my [OMD on the song spinnin' here] favorite Sigur Rós video, of which there are many deserving options. It's also one of the handful of their songs that give me the chills at the apex, which is damn near miraculous given the fact that I understand nary a word coming forth from Jónsi Þór Birgisson's mouth.