Huh?

Sandy Alderson might enjoy sending Beltran, his flu and the remaining $8 million (for the moment) on his contract to the Red Sox, if only to torment the Yankees.

Filip Bondy, N.Y. Daily News.

Wait, does anyone actually believe Sandy Alderson thinks that way? I thought the going oversimplification of Alderson is that he’s a shrewd, calculating GM who cares only about the numbers and would sell his own mother to the hated Yankees if it meant bringing back a cost-controlled contributor with a high on-base percentage.

Come to think of it, does anyone actually believe any Major League GM thinks that way? Like is there really anyone who could rise to the highest executive level in the game making vindictive moves aimed at needling perceived (but not actual) rivals, instead of, you know, moves to better his team? Maybe some talk-radio type would run a team like that if he were put at the helm, but he’d also run all the best players out of town for unclutchitude and ill effects on clubhouse chemistry, so it probably wouldn’t last.

Smart money says if Sandy Alderson trades Beltran to the Red Sox, it’s because the Red Sox presented the best offer.

Yeah, I’m picking nits on a throwaway line, and I should probably just ignore this stuff. Whatever. I’m short on sleep this morning.

Ubaldo Jimenez stuff

The Internet is ablaze with rumors that Ubaldo Jimenez could be traded before the 2011 trade deadline, possibly to the Yankees. The talk seems to stem from a Ken Rosenthal video blog in which he mentions that the Rockies are getting calls about, but not actively shopping, their ace right-hander.

According to Cot’s, Jimenez is signed through 2012 with club options for 2013 and 2014. Assuming the Rockies exercise those options, Jimenez will cost them roughly $18 million total for the next three seasons. If you’re playing at home, that means the Rockies have locked up the next three seasons of a pitcher with 131 career ERA+ for little more than the price of one season of Jason Bay.

Plus, any team acquiring Jimenez does not acquire the right to his 2014 option. As Tim Dierkes points out, that makes him more valuable to the Rockies than any acquiring team, much in the same way David Wright is more valuable to the Mets than to any potential trade partner.

Also, excellent young pitchers on long-term team-friendly deals don’t come around very often, and clubs that find them aren’t generally that eager to move them. The Rockies may be far from contention in 2011, but they’re hardly in position to write off 2012-2014. In other words, it just doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense for them to trade Jimenez unless a) they can command a massive haul in return and/or b) they know something about him the rest of us don’t. (His diminished velocity in 2011 could speak to the latter, though his peripherals are in line with past years.)

OK, the point here is spiraling away from me. If Jimenez is both fully healthy and truly available, it makes sense for most teams — not just the Yankees — to be calling the Rockies about working out a deal. That includes the Mets.

Here’s where that whole buyer/seller I keep bringing up comes in. You’re going to say, “Oh well the Mets can’t be buyers when they’re sitting at .500 and 8.5 games back of the Wild Card,” but when the next two years of Jimenez are in play, you know, sometimes you have to get when the getting is good. The Mets need frontline starting pitching, they don’t have any on the immediate horizon in the farm system, and paying for it on the free agent market is a fool’s errand.

But like I said, I don’t think the Rockies will really trade him, plus the Mets probably don’t have the requisite chips to get that sort of deal done anyway, so it’s immaterial.

All this has meant nothing. Carry on.

The Wily Mo Show

Still, a derby without Wily Mo just doesn’t seem right. The timing is too fortuitous. In the season MLB opens up the derby to non-All-Stars, the hardest-hitting man in baseball comes to the major leagues after a 2½-year absence and bops five home runs in 39 at-bats for the team that’s hosting the game. Wily Mo doesn’t need a metal bat to hit balls 500 feet. He would steal the damn show.

Jeff Passan, Yahoo! Sports.

Passan compiles a list of suggestions to improve the All-Star Game, and I’m on board with all but one of them (more on that in a sec). I’m especially fond of the recommendation that Wily Mo Pena be included in every single Home Run Derby, because that’d be hilarious. Plus the guy can hit the ball really far.

But I’ll take it one more step and say if baseball really wants to use home-run diplomacy to reach out to new fans, why not pull Pena and a squad of his fellow masher-types from the affiliated ranks and pay them to tour the country and world as baseball-crushing ambassadors? The Wily Mo Pena Longball Show, coming soon to a ballpark near you. Yeah, it lacks the subtleties of the actual sport but it’d be a veritable real-life highlight reel, plus a great way to keep Russ Branyan gainfully employed.

The one thing Passan suggests I cannot abide, though — in the Home Run Derby, this fantasy-world Wily Mo Pena Show or elsewhere — is the use of metal bats. C’mon. You’re going to want to hear that crack on every 480-foot homer, even if it means giving up a little bit of distance. As a great man once said, “it’s the wood that makes it good.” I’d rather they use juiced balls if they’re going to abandon regulation equipment.

Via Ben.

File under: Awesome stuff Bo Jackson has done

Bo Jackson was on first base and we picked him off. He didn’t even try to go back to first; he just took off running to second. They threw the ball to me and we had him out by 15 feet. But Bo is still running at me full steam. I’m thinking, “You’ve got to get in a rundown, dude.” But he’s running like he’s going to run me over at the plate. I’m thinking, “What are you doing, dude? Well, I guess he’ll slide.” But then he’s five feet away and he’s still in full stride. And I’m like, “Holy s—, what the hell’s going to happen?” And I jumped back out of the way. And then he came to the base at full speed and went “pop!” — stopped right on the bag. He was safe, but they called him out because the ball beat him. That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I had the ball 15 feet before he got there, waiting for him, and he made me not tag him. He said to me, “Boonie, you know I was safe.” I said, “You’re right.” He just scared me.

Bret Boone.

Awesome. Via Rob Iracane via Chitwood & Hobbs.