Derrek Lee Total Sploogefest Love-a-Thon Thread

[Sterling Archer]

DPD for a scouting report on future White Sox pitcher Robinson Lopez after the Cubs trade him for JAY KPEEVIE

[Yeti]

DPD for a scouting report on future White Sox pitcher Robinson Lopez after the Cubs trade him for JAY KPEEVIE

Faggraph's take

[PenPho]

DPD for a scouting report on future White Sox pitcher Robinson Lopez after the Cubs trade him for JAY KPEEVIE

Faggraph's take

I positive the hell out of this part.

Instead of dumping Lee’s salary and getting little in return, the Cubs were aggressive, and threw cash into the deal to help coax some legitimate value out of this deal. Jim Hendry deserves major credit for this trade, as instead of spending his money on an aging first baseman on a fifth place team, he now has three more solid pitching prospects to load into his system. This is just an excellent overall pickup for Chicago.

[SKO]

I'll always love him. I forgive him now for the Angels thing. Hell, I'll stick with the fact that he's my favorite Cub of my lifetime. God bless, Derrek. Sorry your only ring is with the Marlins.

[Simmer]

See ya 'round, Derrek.

Tyrelle Harris has some nice K-rates. (/statfag?)  Lorick looks decent.

[SKO]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

[Internet Apex]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

I was at a fucking wedding. Checking my phone frantically in the updates. Cash bar at that wedding too. But GRANDSLAMOMGGGZZZZZZ

[PANK!]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

Reminds me of my first game at Lambeau...

[Slaky]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

You know who gave up that grand slam doncha? Yeah, I think you do.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

The three prospects the Cubs get, all pitchers:

RHP Robinson Lopez

RHP Tyrelle Harris

LHP Jeffrey HAIRSTON Lorick

I don't know why Jim Hendry never trades for hitters.

Trades for pitchers are underwhelming

You can never have enough pitching.

[ChuckD]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

You know who gave up that grand slam doncha? Yeah, I think you do.

I just had a sharp wincing pain emanate from my taint.

[Internet Apex]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

You know who gave up that grand slam doncha? Yeah, I think you do.

I just had a sharp wincing pain emanate from my taint.

Was it Kyle Orton?

[PANK!]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

You know who gave up that grand slam doncha? Yeah, I think you do.

I just had a sharp wincing pain emanate from my taint.

Is there something significant about Boone Logan that I don't know about?

[Internet Apex]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

You know who gave up that grand slam doncha? Yeah, I think you do.

I just had a sharp wincing pain emanate from my taint.

Is there something significant about Boone Logan that I don't know about?

Who gave up the granny to Pierzynski the next day? I can't fucking remember that either. Lilly?

EDIT: Neil Cotts.

[ChuckD]

DPD. The first Cub game I attended at Wrigley actually wasn't until I went to a Cubs-Sox game my senior year of high school. Dad got us tickets on one of those all inclusive bus trips that us country rubes like to take to the game. That was my graduation gift. That week Derrek hadn't taken a single at-bat due to that bulging disc that bugged him for years. I was disappointed my favorite player wasn't playing but I was still excited for the game. Marquis started and pitched like shit but hit a home run. As did Joe Crede, Paul Konerko and Michael Barrett if I remember correctly. The Cubs were down 6-5 when Theriot slapped at triple down the line. Soriano tied the game (FYC), Ramirez knocked him in to give him the lead and the rookie pitcher for the Sox loaded up the bases down 7-6. Then the crowd went wild. I jostled around to see past the guy in front of me and saw Derrek taking his warm up hacks and I slapped my Dad on the shoulder to tell him. People calmed down enough that we were able to see. The first pitch was a meatball that Derrek badly missed and the methheads around me started chuckling. Three straight balls followed that and the next pitch lead to 100%, grade-a bonertime when Derecles launched it into the basket for a grand slam to make it 11-6 Cubs. I realize latching onto a player just because he did something while you were one of the 40,000 BHs in the stands is a pretty meathead notion, but fuck all of you. From here on out, Derrek Lee is enshrined in my Sports Valhalla, right next to his fat-chick railin' predecessor (minus a few Matt Stairss and Fred McGriffs).

You know who gave up that grand slam doncha? Yeah, I think you do.

I just had a sharp wincing pain emanate from my taint.

Is there something significant about Boone Logan that I don't know about?

Yeah he gave me prostate tumor cancer.