I’m still keeping a furious eye on Fernando, though. I’ll post the image of your head getting eaten by a tiger again, Fernando. Don’t for a second think I won’t.
We need to start winning series again, and not just ‘salvaging’ them.
But on a markedly happier note:
Yes. Yes, he was drafted last year, and came back to Michigan to finish out his (5th) senior year. Good thing he did too, what with WINNING THE BIG 10 and all. If he hadn’t signed he would have re-entered the draft… maybe his stock would’ve risen with his performance this season and he would have been drafted before the 37th round (where he went before), maybe not. The kid’s a Cubs fan, but I expect 5 years at U of M might have softened his views towards the Tigs. In any event he was happy enough with them to put pen to paper the night before this summer’s draft and get himself signed up all official-like.
There are some very attractive footsteps for him to follow in. Michigan produced Gold Glove catcher of awesomeness Mike Matheny, and it also produced former Tigers catcher Bill Freehan. Take that, Michigan State! What have you given us, other than Mark Mulder and his goofy fratboyness? Yuh huh. I thought so. I know we signed some kid outta MSU. Cram it.
Of course I realize full well that he’ll be starting out in low-A ball and could easily change organizations a thousand times before making it to the bigs, if he ever does. No one has a straight shot up from signing to the parent team, unless you’re Jeremy Bonderman. BUT LEAVE ME MY DREAMS OK.
If nothing else, it delights me in a thousand dorky ways that guys I photographed in college ball are now, or will soon be, paid members of MLB organizations.
Apparently we also drafted Michigan pitcher Paul Hammond. And, most unfortunately, we’ve chosen to sully our hands with a Buckeye. Ronnie Bourquin. He played third base at OSU, but fear not, Brandon Inge fans, he’s totally not MLB-ready at 3B, and he’ll probably get moved to some less strenuous position where his ham hands won’t be as obvious before he gets up to the lofty Comerica heights.
In any event, here he is:
Now. Let’s get everyone on the big squad hitting again, and let’s stop crying at night over Mike Maroth, and let’s get back to that winning thing, whaddya say?