As a fan of the San Diego Padres I know I’m supposed to hate every member of opposing National League West teams. I really, really want to adhere to that line of thinking. Just perusing the other NL West rosters and selecting a random name I can tell you that I really couldn’t care less if … Jason Grilli fell off a bridge. I don’t want the guy to die or anything, but it wouldn’t bother me if he suffered some form of bodily injury. That’s pretty much the way I feel about virtually the entire rest of the division, save for one guy.
For some reason I just can’t make myself hate Pablo Sandoval.
In case you’re not aware, Sandoval is a 22-year-old rookie with the San Francisco Giants. He’s a switch hitting third baseman and is listed at 5’11, 246 pounds. If you’ve actually seen Sandoval, you’re well aware that there’s no way Sandoval is tipping the scales at 246. He can’t be a pound under 265. He swings from his heels at virtually every pitch and has somehow made it to the major leagues as pretty high-level prospect. The guy swung at 64.6 percent of the pitches he saw last year. He also swung at 53.8 percent of pitches that were outside the strike zone. And he hit .345 during his six-week, end of the season call-up in 2008.
So to recap: He’s a 5’11, 265-pound, switch-hitting third baseman who has the plate discipline of Rob Deer. There’s nothing to hate about him.
So I’m throwing it out there, Pablo Sandoval and I are cool. There is no beef here.