Showing posts with label Scott Richmond. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scott Richmond. Show all posts

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Metabolism 101

I have resurrected the blog!

I don't know how often I'll be posting. It seems like all of my snarky comments and pointless thoughts can be summed up in 140 characters or fewer.

About a month ago, I wrote a scathing response to a blog comment I saw regarding Jesse Litsch and his weight. I deleted it and decided to do a blog post instead. I mean, it's not often that I feel I know enough about something to write a blog post.

I've finally gotten a Round Tuit, prompted by Travis Snider's endorsement of Gary Taubes' latest book, "Why We Get Fat: And What to Do About It."

I've eaten a low-carb diet since 2002, and I rarely talk about it. We LCers tend to keep quiet because people think we're crazy conspiracy theorists and "killing ourselves" because we eat food that actually came from a farm, and not a cardboard box with an ingredients list that reads more like a WHMIS data sheet. So it warms my weary heart when a celeb comes out of the closet, so to speak.

"Why We Get Fat" is essentially a shorter, more reader-friendly rewrite of his 2007 tome, "Good Calories, Bad Calories".

Taubes is not someone trying to get rich with the latest big secret fad to lose weight. He is a critical science journalist with masters degrees in physics and journalism. He has spent years combing through the data to try to figure out how and why the advice we're being given by health authorities has made our health worse. He also does a nice job debunking the "calories in, calories out" nonsense that people buy.

Now, the ignorant comment to which I almost replied was something to the effect that Jesse Litsch needed to stop eating the team spread, get a nutritionist, and drop weight.

I realize it was probably just a meaningless jab at the token fat kid on the team, but I will post the question, anyway: why?

Tell me this: is Jesse Carlson also to be admonished, because he obviously doesn't work out and doesn't eat enough? What's good for the goose is good for the gander, people. They're eating the same spread. You can't say that it's acceptable to be underweight, but it's not acceptable to be equally over-fat. You can't say "it's just Carlson's genes", but not Litsch's. I know that fat discrimination will never go away, and I'm the last person to be politically correct, but it bugs the hell out of me when it leads to the perpetuation of bullshit myths.

I don't particularly care what size Jesse Litsch is, but I'll use him as the token fat kid in this illustration of how stupid it is to look at someone, athlete or otherwise, and draw conclusions about their fitness level or diet.

Vernon Wells is another example. He was criticized by several ignoramuses during spring training last year for "looking fatter." So what? That doesn't say anything about his workout regimen. Maybe his wife learned to cook. Who knows, but who cares? Body fat percentage is irrelevant as a measure of fitness level.

Unless you are privy to medical records, you can't possibly use someone's appearance as an indication of their fitness level and nutrition status. This is one of the biggest scams out there, people: the belief that everyone who is eating and exercising their best, will automatically be entitled to six-pack abs and 5% body fat. Its irritating corollary: anybody carrying some extra body fat couldn't possibly be near their optimum performance.

Wells is a good example because he was recovering from an injury. The more likely explanation for weight gain is medication. In a blog post that I believe he deleted, Dirk Hayhurst wrote about the myriad of medications he was on following his shoulder surgery. He was hospitalized for stomach troubles, and the meds were the prime suspects. It turned out to be something else, but it illustrated how aggressively injuries are treated by the medical staff. They want these guys back at 100% as quickly as possible. The players are likely to be on harsh medications such as prednisone and prescription anti-inflammatories. Many of these are notorious for causing weight gain. There are far more examples of medications that cause weight gain: migraine medicines and SSRIs come to mind.

The reverse is also true. If David Purcey were to have gotten off his Ritalin - a stimulant related to amphetamines - you could expect him to be 10 or 20 lbs heavier, even with no change to his workouts.

Have a look at Litsch's '08 rookie teammates:



Several were missing from the screencap, but let's just say, that's an awful lot of muffin-topping and manboobs going on. Two of the guys were what I'd call ripped. Two were about average. Three had serious guts. Now, because the beer-gutted dudes NOT named Randy Ruiz were graced with a small or average frame and angular faces, no one will ever question their fitness level based on how they look in a baseball uniform. Hell, you could throw 10 or 20 lbs on a guy like Scott Richmond, with a thin frame and mile-long legs, and you'd probably barely notice. Litsch (as well as former teammate Ruiz), however, had the audacity to be born with wrists the size of tree trunks and a round face. He's one of those people who will simply never be thin. So because of this, apparently, he is obviously unfit and needs to go on a diet.

Yeah.

So here's where I wanted to tie it in with the Taubes book: the sad thing is, if Jesse (or insert chubby athlete here) goes to see that nutritionist, he'll be told to eat low-fat and cut calories. He or she might even convince him to become a vegetarian. He'll load up on carbohydrates, like he's supposed to. If he manages to lose any weight, he'll be hungry all the time. His lipid profile will look like crap, with abysmally high triglycerides. His performance will probably go down, especially if he gets below where his body would be at a natural - not necessarily thin - weight. He'll struggle like this until he's 50 and his insulin resistance turns into diabetes. Then, he'll be put on diabetes drugs and statins.

This is where nutrition "science" has failed us. Massively. It was right the first time: before politicians and those with a vested interest decided that a low-fat, high-carb diet a la the food pyramid, which has pretty much never been consumed by any society, was healthy. It was a huge experiment and it has failed.

Now, if Travis Snider's nutritionist steps in and saves the day, Jesse will eat like Lunchbox and start looking a little more like him. All he has to do is give up - or at least drastically cut - sugar, grains and vegetable oils. He'll eat what we evolved to eat: meat, fat, eggs, vegetables, and some fruit. He'll finally get off the blood sugar roller coaster, stop being hungry all the time and he'll settle into whatever body weight is healthy for him. His insulin sensitivity and lipid profile will improve. He'll avoid diabetes and heart disease.

The fat kids win! And they look better than you!

I hope the trainers working with the Jays are even half as forward- and critically-thinking as Alex Anthopolous. If they are, they'll be able to sort through the bullshit, be a step above the conventional wisdom, and truly be able to help their clients perform at their best.

Remember, my friends, "meats don't clash!"

Commence hate mail from vegans! (Sorry, my pasty, unhealthy friends, science is not on your side. But that's another blog post!)

I realize that this wasn't quite metabolism in a nutshell. I just couldn't think of a better title. For some info that could more aptly be titled "Metabolism 101", read Taubes' book, or google "paleo" "primal" "low-carb", etc.

Monday, August 31, 2009

My Sentiment Exactly, Boys.



Mike Wilner postulates that yesterday's loss marked rock bottom for this team. I have to concur. I don't know what was more painful: not having that all-but-guaranteed gift-wrapped opportunity to win from Roy Halladay, or the offense getting shut down by Paul Byrd.

On Friday morning, I wanted to reply to Ian's Obligatory Scott Richmond Update. Bleary-eyed and insufficiently caffeinated to form complete sentences, I had to dash out the door to work. Now I forget what I was going to say, and too grumpy to give a f*ck.

(What was I going to say? Oh yeah.)

In speculating on reasons for his decline:
  • It's more like just coming down to Earth, now that he's being seen for the second and third time. I'm too grumpy and lazy to go through the game-by-game stats, but off the top of my head, he did well against the Halos on the 22nd. They hadn't seen him before.
  • If pitchers like Roy Halladay depend on their routines for their success, it should stand to reason that a lack of routine isn't going to do many guys many favours. Being shipped off to the 'pen (as recently as the 7th of this month), skipping his starts on off-days, plus weeks on the DL doesn't exactly sound like the path to throwing well consistently.
  • On Friday night, the Sportsnet crew said that Roy Halladay and Kevin Millar caught him tipping during a previous start. I wonder how long that had been happening. (Kevin Yousuck Millar is useful for something, haters!)

If you aren't yet completely fed up of watching this team, don't forget, Sportsnet will be carrying four games in three days from Texas! Load up on the beer and nachos, baseball fans!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Hey, Look Who's Back!



Hi, Koolaid.

Nice homer, Lyle-Oh.

Apparently, Shaun Marcum is also with the club for treatment for a sore back, which took him out of his last rehab start after only 2 innings.



Sunday, July 5, 2009



"I'd rather miss two starts than the second half. I'm looking at the big picture. It's tough, but I'm trying to help this team. If I go out there not 100 percent, I don't feel like I'm helping the team." - Scott Richmond

"We've got so many guys down in this organization as far as pitchers. We're just going to let him rest until after the All-Star Game." - Cito Gaston

"Fuck off, baseball Gods." - Eyebleaf

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Things That Make You Go "Huh?"

"Scott Richmond, originally expected to start Sunday's game, was placed on the 15-day disabled list after Saturday's loss to the Yankees, so Cecil will be moved up from Tuesday's start to pitch at Yankee Stadium."

o.O ?

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Hrm.

I've been a little too busy to post much lately... busy, and totally lacking in material without regurgitating the same old game recap that's already been reworded 50 times on the RSS feed we all read. I was entrusted with the steering wheel at Go Jays Go on the weekend, and let's just say that the weak material made it easy for me. I was there at the Rogers Centre on Saturday and Sunday, spiffy new camera in hand, and there wasn't even anything worth photographing and posting. I'm getting disappointed in you, RC Jays fans. You're boring.

Tonight's Alcoholic Beverage Of The Game is the Killer Koolaid.

* 1 1/2 oz Vodka
* 1/2 oz Peach schnapps
* 1/2 oz Amaretto
* 3 oz Cranberry juice cocktail

This was my favorite drink when I was a broke university student. Maximum buzz, minimum cash.

(And now for something totally off topic...)

I've missed half of the game because of this little bugger, who I've been keeping an eye on for the last day and a half:



No shit, I found a baby blue jay next to my deck yesterday afternoon. He doesn't have his tail feathers yet and is too little to fly. I'm trying to keep him in my yard, because he hopped over to the neighbor's yard last evening, and proceeded to have a near-death experience with their cat, who, mercifully, is a pitiful hunter.

I've had to snag the baby jay up about five times now, after he's wandered over too far into feline territory. I think he's getting fed up of that; he squawks at me now. At least the parents leave me alone. I've fed them peanuts all winter, so they seem cool with me.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Hey KKKKKKKKKKKoolaid!

Scott Richmond grabs himself a career-high 9 10 11 strike-outs... not including his own at the dish. Hey-oh! At least he swung. You go, buddy.



LOL. So wrong. Interleague. WTFBBQ.

Lookit 'em stats: 000. 0. 0. Lookit all 'em goose eggs. You just keep throwing strikes, sweetheart.

8 IP, 11 Ks, only 107 (or so) pitches thrown. All'a sudden, that "Richmond Set to Replace Halladay" headline doesn't seem so funny, does it, bee-otches?

Richmond seems to do well in the pissing rain. His first career win came in Baltimore last year after a complete came shutout... sorta. It was called after 5 innings.

Music: "September In The Rain", Frank Sinatra

"Richmond Set To Replace Halladay"

Richmond Set To Replace Halladay

Guffaw. Imagine magically sending that headline back in time to the March 2009 You. Then, add that Halladay, Janssen, Downs and Litsch have joined Marcum and McGowan in the DL club. The '08 rotation is officially gone, Mike-Foxtrot-ers!

March-2009-You would have a brain aneurysm.

I dunno, I'm just not feeling the gloom quite yet. Maybe it's the time of year; that my seasonal affective disorder turns into mania right about now... but I'm somehow confident that we're in for some good baseball. To shamelessly steal Eyebleaf's MO, I believe in Scott Richmond. FNA.

On last night's "ugly" win... don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Wasn't there a lot of complaining last year about how many games the Jays could have won had they only taken advantage of the other teams' mistakes? Last night was karma. The Jays made mistakes, they won the game.

Scott Downs, are your feet made of paper mâché? Good grief, boy. While I'm not exactly a fan of interleague play, I think citing Downs' injury is a very weak argument against it. That was the kind of freak injury that could have happened just as easily if he slipped stepping off the bus, or if he was, say, fielding an infield play. Hey, wait! Come to think of it, that's exactly what happened to him TWICE late last season. I guess we need Designated Fielders to stand next to pitchers and be prepared to run on wet grass, dive at bunts, and all those other dangerous things that could conceivably injure a pitcher.

These guys all do resistance training and run, do they not? Blaming this kind of injury on pitchers batting is kind of like accusing someone of cheating if they happen to win on scratch tickets several times in a row.

Tonight's Alcoholic Beverage Of The Game is the brain aneurysm. Add 1/3 shot of Bailey's to 2/3 shot of peach schnapps, drizzling it slowly so it congeals. Add a few drops of grenadine for the blood effect. (No joke, it's a real shot, and a tasty one at that.)

Friday, June 12, 2009

Goddammit.


Well, that was almost like watching two different ball games, wasn't it?

I mean, if I were to tell you ahead of time that you would see:

- Halladay starting,
- Halladay starting after being sent home a day early from Texas for some extra ZZZs, no less,
- They're playing the Marlins, and
- Immediately following Doc, the bullpen would throw three shutout innings,

...you'd probably just think it was strange that the bullpen would need to throw three innings for Doc, period. And, of course, the Jays won, right?

Nope.

Doc got broken. Early.

Scott Richmond is rumored to have done nicely afterward, but gee, it was hard to tell, with the game audio suddenly consisting of interviews and all.

Don't get me wrong, I think the Flashback Fridays and Comfort Zone guests are great. I love hearing from the old-timers. But do they really have to do it in the middle of the game? If you're enough of a fan that you appreciate those interviews, you're probably enough of a fan that you're probably trying to, y'know, PAY ATTENTION TO THE GAME.

Top of the fifth: Balor Moore. Top of the sixth: the scouting guy. Fed up, I decide to cash in on the Gameday Audio subscription I almost forgot about. Now Balor Moore is being interviewed by Jerry and Alan. FFS.

I digress. Close ballgame up until that point. I was having fun. Voodoo Joe singled and RBIed to tie the game, stole a bag, and proceeded to get RBIed.

Not long after that, it morphed into some shitty ballgame that requires no summary on my part. RSS is your friend. I'm going to bed.

Music: Prodigy, Take Me To The Hospital

Sunday, May 24, 2009

@#$!

...so the Jays were able to snap their losing streak, thanks in part to Scott Richmond's stellar performance at the plate!

Wait, that's not what happened.

This is what happened.

Jerry and Alan were having a lot of fun with the starting pitcher's first shot in the batter's box. After a big swinging strike:
"It looks like the bat swung him!"
After he grounded out: (paraphrased)
"Well, maybe he did swing the bat a little in Edmonton. As soon as he made contact, he just bolted for first base!"
"At least he ran the right way!"
Laughter ensued. Sure, guys; it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye!

I kid. It was funny.

I think I mentioned this already, but it would have been nice to SEE the freaking game.

BOB SAGET

I know, the Tourette's Guy thing is old, but that's become my favorite expletive again. And it's always fun to mess up Google keyword searches.

This losing streak thing is getting on my nerves.

This game-only-televised-on-some-obscure-Rogers-cable-channel thing is REALLY getting on my nerves.

So most of us will be missing Scott Richmond's first big league at-bats. While they're most likely to be buntactular, Jordan Bastian quotes him as claiming that he hit one off the wall in BP. He should consider hacking away, since the way things have been going, he's going to have to bat in his own runs if he wants the W. Hey, if you can hit it TO the wall, you can knock it over, right?

Jamie Campbell should be off your shit list, if only for this comment:

I went to bed hungry because nothing is open downtown and I refuse to drop $18 on room-service soup. (...) Starbucks is closed. Silly me; it's Saturday! (...) The only place open is Hooters, but I need something more substantial than chicken wings. So it's back to the hotel bar for a Miller Lite and a handful of wasabi nuts. I would have ordered real grub if the kitchen wasn't -- wait for it -- closed. (...)

Question for Chipper Jones: Where can a guy get a slice of pizza around here?


(High five)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

For Dave



This is where I was supposed to get all sanctimonious about going to last night's game. It bugs me that 43,000 people will show up for the sole purpose of booing AJ Burnett, while it seems to be too much trouble for people to go to a less expensive game to see arguably equally-good baseball, and cool bonus shit like seeing these rookie pitchers make their major league debuts. I thought I'd put my money where my mouth is instead of bitching.

Worst mistake I've made in quite a while. Not only did the game suck, but I sat next to the most stank-ass dude in the building (second only to Scott Richmond - heeeey-oh!), I got rained on, and my bus was ridiculously late both ways.

4:
- The number of innings people had to wait in line for beer on Tuesday, according to the girl working the beer stand.
- The number of seconds I waited to bolt out of my seat and get to the beer stand after Scott Richmond melted into a pile of suck.
- The number of beers I had and, sadly, still remembered the second inning.

Here's one positive tidbit: during warm-ups, Michael Barrett was up and swinging the bat around a little. That was nice to see.

I'm going to Monday's game and I think I should find some Ativan.

Friday, May 8, 2009

This Week Has One Post

Wow. If I learned anything this week, it's (a) don't go to three games in four days when you live way out of town and have to rely on public transpo, and (b) check out your prescription drugs if you're a major league ball player.

I was actually genuinely interested in the latter point, even though I don't give a crap about the steroid issue. As a hospital nerd and lab rat, I find it interesting for guys who have, say, ADHD. That would kind of suck, wouldn't it? *cough* David Purcey? Go check out your med restrictions, courtesy of Joanna. It's nice when you're curious about something, too lazy to actually look it up, and then someone else does it for you.

On point a? Yeah, I guess I can't regret seeing Scott Richmond's dubyah #4 and the major league debuts of Robert Ray and Brett Cecil. But boy, did I want to just crawl in bed for the rest of the week. And that was not to be. I was busy as hell at work.

I'm having a hell of a time trying to stay awake here for Richmond to try for W5. If I wasn't already on that bandwagon, I would be after some nice press this week:

- Oh Hai, AL ROTM.
- Wicked CBS Sports article, and, um...
- A chick interviewing him who isn't a useless plastic actions-seats hoebag? How did that happen?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Hey Scott F. Richmond

You're not going to get your all-expense-paid trip to Las Vegas if you keep missing all those bats.

--


Speaking of bats, The Only Goth Jays Fan™ thinks it's awesome that there's a bat on Vernon's bat.



Thursday, April 23, 2009

Oh Ye Of Little Faith...

I confess, I didn't want to listen to the game on the radio tonight while I was at work.

(Scott Richmond) - (Michael Barrett) + (opposing team with hot offence) = ( :O ) and LJ being too nervous to get any work done.

But damn, I did the 6-49 Happy Dance around the office when I checked in online to see the box score and saw Richmond's line. I just about melted in my chair when I got home and saw the montage of nasty strikeouts. Even Mike Wilner is having himself a cuppa Koolaid.

It's easy to forget that although Richmond is 29, he's still a rookie and still on the learning curve. He had years off of baseball; it's not like he was burning his arm out sucking for a decade.

I absolutely love it when guys perform beyond expectations and silence the impossible-to-please negative asshats. I firmly believe in fair criticism, but like I always say, let 'em play the damn games. You can not know for certain what is going to happen, so if you can't be open-minded, shut up.



I went to a pair of autograph signings this week. Long story short: (a) even the least enthusiastic Jays were polite; most were sufficiently smiley and fun, (b) Scott Richmond was very smiley and fun, despite yours truly being a great big giant dorkwad, and (c) Michael Barrett is made of 100% awesome. Judging by the gesturing and goofy photo poses, I have some hope that the baseball gods answered our prayers and his shoulder isn't as bad as originally thought.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Apr 15






That's more like it, #(48-6).

Friday, April 10, 2009

Pretty Good Friday

Scott Richmond is so awesome, he has his own trio of midgets.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Saturday Morning Whining

This post is brought to you by pseudoephedrine, dextromethorphan, and the number 1!

I'm doped up on every pharmaceutical and immune supplement known to man to try to conquer a nasty cold by Monday. This is ridiculous. I've been sick since last Saturday.

Obligatory whining about Joe Inglett packing for Vegas: I'm bummed, but not surprised. It sounds like that was a given all spring:

"We've talked to Joe about it," Gaston said. "He said: 'What do I have to do?' And I said, 'Joe, you're right, you've done everything you could.' It's just a matter of numbers and fortunately he has an option."

You would have had to walk on water out to Caladesi Island and turn the Gatorade into wine, Joe.

Hey, no one ever said baseball was fair, right?

(By the way, if you're like me and your eyes usually glaze over at the talk of waivers, options, and all that baseball business crap, head over to former Jays former assistant GM Bart Given's new site. He does a nice job of 'splaining it. I'm starting to get it.)

...and then there's Scott Richmond. He had another meh-tacular start on Thursday. I've been a fan since that bratinee last July and I'm not giving into the peer pressure and jumping ship anytime soon... but honey, yer fuckin' killin' me. I'm rethinking my plan of Richmondizing my blank jersey.

I think I'm going to have to go to Shoeless Joe's to watch Richmond's April 10th start, to get a pint in me first so I don't chew my nails off.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Opening Day, and Bratinée Games



Yup, that's my Bulletin Board of Happiness. I'm going to the games on the 6th and 9th. Because I work mostly evenings and weekends, Opening Night is probably the only weekday night game I'll be going to.

Here's something obscure and trivial that rotation candidates Scott Richmond and Ricky Romero may end up having in common: it could be that they will have both seen their ML debuts on Annoying Kiddy Afternoon Games.

If Romero is the number four guy, he'd be throwing on Thursday April 9th. That's an afternoon Bratinée, complete with Teletoon school thingies being handed out to the little crotch products. Scott Richmond, likewise, saw his debut on camp brat day, July 30 '08. I was at that game, after lying like a rug tactically removing myself from work that day.

I was in luck - the kids around me were older teens from a martial arts camp who were genuinely into the game. Overall, the kids were a good, loud crowd. I'll at least give them credit for that. And at least there was no line up for beer. As long as I can blast the Fan 590 into my ears, I'm a happy camper. (Ha - see what I did there?)

Saturday, March 14, 2009

I L U 3.

Rogers Centre, Mar 7 '09



The third guy had a Richmond jersey, too, but the Femmullet got in my way.