Couple of notes from over the weekend that have hampered my enjoyment of the game we cover. First off was the news on Friday that one of my very favorite beat writers, Tony Jackson who covered the Dodgers for the LA Daily News, was getting laid off due to the budget cuts that are decimating every newsroom in the country. In order to make sure we read as many writers as we can each day, Rob and I set up separate RSS feeds when we started the blog. His contains beat writers for all the NL teams, mine the AL teams. When we want info on a particular story from the other league we trade the links. Jackson's no nonsense style and ability to decipher what were the real stories that affected the team made his writing stand out, and soon I was reading him every day on my own. It was just something I did as someone who follows the Dodgers, not even as an aspiring sportswriter. Dude was damn good, and clearly he'll be missed by many Dodger fans. Here's hoping he pops back up somewhere posthaste.
Secondly, I listen to most of my Red Sox game on the radio, because I'm too cheap for cable. But when I'm around a TV for a game I enjoy the goofy charm of Remy and Orsillo. So when I turned on the game Thursday night from Tampa and was greeted by the decidedly not dulcet tones of Buck Martinez I was worried. Remy had been sick during Spring Training and now is back in Boston tending to a relapse of sorts. He (or someone) explained the absence on his Twitter. Apparently he's recovering from a bout of Pneumonia which he says he came back too quickly from. Translated: he was still smoking a pack a day of Pall Malls in the hospital. Come on, Jerry. Take better care of yourself.