I saw Randy Johnson's perfect game against the Braves in Atlanta. It's a really weird feeling to see your own team have a perfect game thrown against them. On the one hand, Stalin could throw a perfect game against a team of nuns and it would still be a thing of beauty, but then you think, "wait a minute... that just happened to us! That really sucks!"
I think the tape came off Chipper's knees (in a falling-apart way, not a getting-better way) sometime last season. He'll retire before he turns 40, but he's still got a few more good years left in him. At least, I hope so. If I really need stolen base production from my third baseman I can always move Ryan Freel there from the outfield, but then I'd take a hit in all my other stats.
Moneyball strategy says stolen bases and other small-ball tactics are a less efficient means of scoring runs than just straight-up slugging a bunch of home runs, and there's a large body of statistical evidence to support that. But fuck that shit, man. Seriously. Stolen bases make the game so much more fun to watch. If I were managing a ballclub I'd be having players steal home, statistics be damned. That's just the way the game ought to be played. Luckily for me, as long as fantasy baseball remains relatively sabermetrics-unfriendly (emphasis on batting average, pitching wins, et cetera) my radical hosshide traditionalism shouldn't do much to hamper my team's success.
Rich Harden would have a great name as a porn star. Even more so if he went by Dick, but then maybe that would be too obvious. Here are some other good ones:
Dick Pole
Rusty Kuntz
Jimmy Dykes
Happy Felsch
Orel Hershiser
...and my personal favorite, Chick Fullis.
Someday I'm going to write a new version of the song "Van Lingle Mungo" using only players with suggestive names. I've been meaning to do that for a while.