So this happened last night at Fenway.
In this article about the Red Sox’ recent moves, Alex Speier touches on their trade of Casey Kotchman for Mariners’ utility man Bill Hall. It’s been said this offseason that the Sox are especially concerned about the luxury tax and are doing everything in their power to remain under the $170 million salary threshold. This threshold is determined based on the average annual value of a contract, Bill hall’s 4 years at $24 million for instance would be a cost of $6 million against the luxury tax threshold. However, since his contract was structured differently, and since the Brewers were paying the Mariners almost the full amount of the contract, Bill Hall’s expiring contract is actually worth around -$1.5 million against the threshold.
Expiring contracts have a significant trade value in the NBA, but I’ve never heard of any baseball trades being made for this reason. Bill Simmons goes so far as to suffix Expiring Contract onto the end of any player in the last year of a contract, so at the very least, we should refer to Bill Hall as Bill Hall’s Expiring Contract for this season, right?
Hall is in the last guaranteed year of a four-year, $24 million deal that will pay him $8.4 million next season. The Mariners, according to a major-league source, will pay $7.5-8 million of his salary â€” essentially sending the Sox the same money that was given to Seattle by the Brewers when the Mâ€™s acquired Hall last summer.
Hallâ€™s contract is evaluated for luxury tax purposes as being worth $6 million in 2010, based on its AAV. But the full amount of the cash transfer â€” call it $7.5 million â€” will be deducted from the Soxâ€™ payroll as determined for luxury tax purposes. That being the case, Hall will actually reduce the Soxâ€™ payroll in calculating the competitive balance tax by roughly $1.5 million dollars. Overall, then, the Sox were able to sign Beltre and add Hall and a player to be named at a cost (for CBT purposes) of roughly $2 million in 2010.
Or, Bullying the Ballot Box.
Red Sox Nation’s power as one of the more active constituencies when it comes to MLB All Star balloting is well known. With that power comes great responsibility. Such as the responsibility to vote AAA player Lastings Milledge into the All Star Game. It makes sense, if the National League team is weaker, the AL is more likely to win and thus take home field advantage in the World Series. Also this:
…At the very least we’d be teaching MLB a valuable lesson on how to take a person’s name off the digital ballot if they’re not even wearing a major league uniform at the time. Why is Milledge even eligible?
Via Baseball Musings.
Today’s Sunday Globe Magazine has a 5,000 word profile of Jerry ‘RemDawg’ Remy. Interesting to read that his bubbly, fun loving on-air persona is so far from how he is when not doing game analysis. In the off-season, he stays out of the public eye completely “preferring to sit alone in his den, in front of his 70-inch flat screen, and smoke his Marlboro Reds”.
There are some other tidibits including Remy quit smoking this year, his side business makes about a million dollars a year, and he hates giving speeches. Remy was soundly criticized for promoting The Remy Report a couple years ago, but toned it down drastically last year.
This profile was definitely not written for a sports fan and features many apparent contradictions, but it will give you a quick sketch of the man.
He’s great, I just don’t know how long he’ll last, and there’s whispers he’s hurting already this year.
Old friend Julian Tavarez used the ‘beer goggles’ excuse for signing with the Washington Nationals.
“Why did I sign with the Nationals?” Tavarez told a group of reporters. “When you go to a club at [4 a.m.], and you’re just waiting, waiting, a 600-pounder looks like J. Lo. And to me this is Jennifer Lopez right here. It’s [4 a.m.]. Too much to drink. So, Nationals: Jennifer Lopez to me.”
A couple years ago, I was at a Red Sox game and got a tour from one of the minority owners after the game. She took us out the players parking lot and outside the entrance, Julian Tavarez almost ran us over. Twice.
(Via Hot Pink Sheets)