Congratulations to Eric Hinske on being named top freshman in the American League. Before the season began, I was touting him to my ESPN readers as "Corey Koskie lite," but the Wisconsin kid may be even better than the Canadian. The vote was about as expected, with righty Rodrigo Lopez of Baltimore finishing a respectable second. Lopez might have won the NL award (it went to Jason Jennings) so a strong case can be made for Hinske as the best 2002 rookie in either league.

Blocked in Oakland by Eric Chavez, who is in a tier above other 3B, along with Troy Glaus and Scott Rolen, Hinske must be extremely grateful to J.P. Ricciardi for his opportunity. He established himself from Day One as an intense competitor and a tough out. Coach Brian Butterfield's arrival coincided with a dramatic improvement in Eric's glove work, which had been alarmingly erratic the first three months.

Forget about a sophomore slump for this guy; #11 will hit 25-30 HR and steal 15-20 bases, and I will be surprised if he isn't around .290 in 2003 -- his approach is so consistent, and his eye so advanced, he's not going to endure long slumps, and he knows the pitchers better. He must get smoother at third; still double-clutches a lot. Hinske should play almost every day, maybe resting three or four times against the toughest lefty starters. I love this kid; he's worth the price of admission and a SkyDome beer.

With several more expected to declare before the November 12 deadline, here's the free agent list so far. No tears will be shed in Toronto to see the last of Heredia or Loaiza, and few of us will miss Steve Parris. Obviously, the Jays won't be shopping for the high-ticket items (Jim Thome, Pudge Rodriguez, Jeff Kent, Greg Maddux, Tom Glavine, Cliff Floyd and the Big Pain, I mean Hurt.) But J.P. has suggested he's targeting a few guys, so let's speculate.

Pitching is at the extremes of supply and demand. Not only will the Braves have to dig deep just to maintain their aging staus quo, somebody is sure to give the likes of Ismael Valdes, Omar Daal, Jimmy Haynes and Paul Byrd long-term, guaranteed deals. Not that any of them wouldn't be an improvement over Mike Smith, but why overpay or over-commit? I would at least talk to Byrd, whose 3.90 ERA and 7 complete games were probably not a fluke, just a matter of arm soundness. Ramiro Mendoza is an intriguing possibility for a team willing to risk converting him to a starter, and won't be as expensive.

Outfielders aren't as likely to break the bank, so I would invite a guy like Orlando Palmiero to town. As a fourth OF, lefty pinch-hitter, occasional DH and potential starter, he's worth a million-five. DeWayne Wise may fill that role, or turn out to be a 5-tool AAA guy who never hits or slugs enough in the bigs.

JP Ricciardi is way ahead of the rest of baseball in picking up below-the-radar free agents, and his early-bird approach has paid dividends so far. Apart from the early acquisition of Doug Creek which, like the queens we use, does not excite me (my original, tres embarrassing misconstruction of this lyric has been corrected by a kindly reader), this has been a busy and largely productive week for the Blue Jays front office.

Here’s a quick run-down of the latest signings.

Here's a link to Kevin Goldstein's Top 10 Prospects Blue Jays assessment. Obviously, it's not in order of proximity to the majors, but on a "how high is the ceiling?" kind of scale, similar to Baseball America's lists.

Kevin dismisses the Toronto organization as lacking a superstar prospect, without mentioning the slight vacuum in the farm system created by promoting Phelps, Hudson and Wells last year. It's an interesting list, but I disagree with the rankings. He's obviously a big Dustin McGowan fan, and has Francisco Rosario still rated third despite elbow surgery at this early stage of his development. Goldstein is more taken with Kevin Cash than I am. Jayson Werth is the closest to full-time big-league employment of anyone on this list, and by that yardstick, Gabe Gross remains "ahead" of Alexis Rios.

In one of my fantasy leagues, we draft five prospects (I took Phelps and Joe Crede last year) but I admit, I'm unlikely to take a Toronto farmhand for 2003. I like Brandon League as the guy with the best chance to eventually become a 'special' pitcher, and have heard great things about David Bush's arm.

Jordan Furlong, who shares this space with me, is a regular on my favourite baseball blog, posting as "Gideon Clarke" or (as is the custom there) under a variety of other pseudonyms, used to enhance a joke. Click Baseball Primer for a hilarious discussion of pronunciation ('primmer' or 'prymer') that leads to the vagaries of the English language (#35) and Jordan's classic reply (#56.) I'd never call him a Primm-ate, but "Gideon" deserves a Prime-y award.

Maybe when they get rid of 'funny' aliases at Primer, more people will comment here, which may (or may not) help our fledgling Blue Jay blog spread its tiny wings. If you want to contribute, it's about anything to do with baseball, from a Toronto perspective. E-mail the Coach to post articles for discussion.

To begin by restating the obvious: the Toronto Blue Jays need pitching. Outside of Roy Halladay and Cliff Politte, there are very few locks for the 2003 pitching staff, so shoring up the hurlers -- both for the short-term and the long run –- is a Ricciardi priority. Most of the off-season will be bent towards this priority (though we also hope the team can somehow acquire control of the Skydome -– I’ll have a whole lot to say about that in a future entry).

In the first few days of the free-agent signing period, therefore, it wasn’t surprising to see the Blue Jays active in this market. But the first three names they brought in probably won’t overwhelm the season-ticket phone lines. So who are these guys, and will they help next year? Let’s take a look.

Bear with me while I learn this stuff. Gradually "fixing" the templates, re-numbered the Entries, but somehow the "Post Comment" function stopped working. Tech support is on the case, so here's what I tried to post as a comment to Jordan's latest piece:

- I was at the game Linton pitched a decade ago as an emergency starter in a pennant race; he has guts. WAY more fun to root for than Loaiza. He's in the mix, with Walker, as placeholders -- fifth starter, long man -- until the "young guns" being acquired by drafting and trading produce some help.

- [Quoting Ricciardi]
"(Creek)'s a guy that can give us two innings out of the bullpen. He's good against left-handers, but he's just as good against right-handers. It helps our bullpen. We're just happy to have it done."

Classic GM-speak; J.P. is good at it. Rough translation? I have no higher expectations for Creek than for Borbon, but I found a veteran middle-inning lefty who isn't just a one-hitter specialist, at a more realistic cost. One item off the task list.

Another stopgap measure; not the guy you need in that role two years from now, but useful in the meantime. He'll vulture a few wins when a righty starter gets shelled and the offence rallies in the fourth or fifth while Doug's holding the fort.

- Trever Miller essentially replaces Brandon Lyon, as a guy who can help in AAA for sure, and is a longshot to be part of the big club's anticipated rotation improvements. There may be reasons for Lyon's departure that will never be made public, but it may have been purely a baseball decision -- management doesn't like "finesse."

- Ricciardi is doing lots of low-risk housecleaning. It remains to be seen whether he has the permission, or the desire, to spend any "real" money on a free agent #2 starter, but he won't have to if he can arrange a trade for one. I wonder if the Yankees would return to the Mondesi aisle to try their luck again; Escobar, Stewart and Cruz for Nick Johnson, one of Juan Rivera or Marcus Thames and a AA pitching prospect sounds like a quick fix in N.Y. that Toronto could benefit from long term. They would have to admit their expensive mistakes on Raul, Rondell White and Steve Karsay, but they would become a more serious chamionship contender again. Just daydreaming.

Hey, Jordan -- not that your posts are long, or anything (we are both prolific) but let's see what the optional "More" text box does...

We hardly knew ya. One of the more embarrassing legacies of El Gordo's tenure is getting fleeced in a deal by Kenny Williams, who may be dumber than Syd Thrift. There are going to be inevitable comparisons to that "ingrate" Al Leiter, who got paid to stick his blisters in Toronto pickle brine for a few years, then moved on to win a World Series or something, but this lefty was far more seriously injured. The guy has a zipper in his shoulder for the surgeon's convenience.

I'm a Canadian. I walked away from being Director of Racing in the big leagues of harness racing (Pompano Park in Florida) to the relative obscurity of Ottawa's Rideau Carleton, mostly because I didn't like raising my family in the U.S., so if Mike Sirotka wants to continue his unlikely comeback attempt in his homeland instead of a foreign country, je comprend. He never asked to come to Toronto.

My good friend and dugout companion has generously donated a bit of space on the Web server I'm setting up for his store. It's called Parentbooks. This is a test of the Greymatter system.

At Kent’s very kind invitation, I’m going to try contributing a couple of articles to this terrific Weblog. My name is Jordan Furlong and I’m a legal magazine editor in Ottawa, as well as a long-time Blue Jays fan. How long-time? I remember when Barry Bonnell, Lloyd Moseby and Hosken Powell patrolled the outfield at Exhibition Stadium, and Roy Lee Jackson was the team’s best option to close out games.

Not exactly halcyon days, and like most Jays fans, I became spoiled by the 1983-93 run of success, was heartbroken by the many near-misses (I’m looking at you, Larry Herndon), and the still-astonishing triumphs of ’92 and ’93. But the Dark Ages from 1994-2001, the years of the Belgian brewers, Gord Ash and Tim Johnson, almost made me nostalgic for people named Iorg. Under the new management, however, my interest in the team has been revitalized, and I’m as positive about this organization as I’ve been in a long time.

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Every 93 years or so, a rookie pitcher wins Game Seven in the World Series. You could look it up. John Lackey was better than Livan Hernandez, Darin Erstad made one of his spectacular catches, Garret Anderson delivered the expected clutch double, and the bullpen did its job under extreme pressure. The better team won; the more deserving team won. Baseball won, with another exciting finale. Last night didn't match Saturday for sheer drama -- how could it? -- but it was a well-played, intense contest.

Credit Barry Bonds for carrying his team as far as he did, and while Troy Glaus (especially in Game Six) may have been the most heroic Angel, the concept of an MVP award has, unfortunately, been lost. Team success has a higher priority than individual excellence among the morons who vote for such honours. Like Alex Rodriguez in the AL regular season, Bonds was clearly the best player in the Series, but a .700 OBP and 1.294 SLG fails to penetrate the thick skulls of the media if it doesn't coincide with victory. Can Barry help it if LVP candidates Sanders, Shinjo and Goodwin are teammates? Can A-Rod singlehandedly overcome the absence of any big-league pitching on his club? While I'm digressing, ya gotta love a Commissioner who can't pronounce "his" MVP's name.

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The most unlikely thing happened Saturday night after Dusty Baker gave Russ Ortiz the game ball, which is probably worth more now to collectors. The Angels won. If you missed the play-by-play, or you just want to read his description, Gammons correctly elevates this classic to '75 and '86 status on ESPN.

Barry Bonds is the series MVP no matter what happens tonight, but Troy Glaus stepped up with a magnificent performance when it mattered most. Garret Anderson, "Mr. Calm" according to Joe Buck, was (of course) a key player in the Disney victory script.

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A glance at the time stamps of the preceding posts will confirm that my stream-of-consciousness commentary during Game Six ended as abruptly as Bonds' "decisive" home run left the yard. Lest anyone think I fell asleep, or changed channels, let me explain.

I was about to write "too little, too late," or words to that effect, when the Angels got their second runner on in the seventh, but I held my breath (and ignored the keyboard) during Spiezio's at-bat. That obviously worked, so my continued electronic silence became "necessary" to allow the miraculous comeback. It was my version of a rally cap.

Barry just threw the knockout punch. What was Molina thinking, after sneaking a pork chop past a hungry wolf for strike one, by challenging Bonds? Anything off speed, a slider inside or a back-door job, but another fastball? The kid should have shaken it off; both are to blame.

By the way, Commissioner, that homer was a moment. A season is longer than a moment. The 'Shot Heard Round The World' was a Moment, sadly omitted from your sponsor's tedious top ten. So were Carter's and Mazeroski's blasts.

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The skipper's quick hook was necessary, yet Appier's fit of temper is understandable. With fantastic control, he was abused by an incompetent official whose strike zone is ridiculous. After keeping his emotions under wraps to avoid provoking the hostile ump, an explosion was inevitable.

It's not looking good; that run Lofton manufactured with his feet is huge.

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