And now they can trade Lopez for John Danks and not need to find an external solution.

They're still talking about moving Lopez to first, too. Why you'd opt to keep Lopez's bat in the lineup at 1B is beyond me - if you're going that route, just keep Ackley at 1B and Lopez at 2B.

I doubt they could get Danks for Lopez (and I suspect more than a little bit of sarcasm there).

-- MWE

PS Yes, I did see Repoz posted the MLB.com link yesterday, but I was curious about the reaction in the blogosphere and I wanted to give the SoDo Mojo guys a plug, too.

Isn't Ackley going to be a bit big for a second baseman?
Annd the moment I typed that he dropped a fly ball down the left field line in an AFL game shown on the MLB network. Okay. Maybe he should play second.

I doubt they could get Danks for Lopez (and I suspect more than a little bit of sarcasm there).

Yes. In his 2010 Mariner plan post Cameron suggested a trade of Lopez, a RP, and some other fungible part for Danks. I basically called it a fanboy trade proposal (on USS Mariner) and a spat ensued, which carried over to BBTF.

The Andre Ethier and Chin Lung Hu for Yunieski Bentencourt proposal always makes me laugh. Not because Dave Cameron thought that Yuni was worth anything, but because he thought the Dodgers were that dumb.

I once sat next to Ackley at this basketball game. We had a terrific guy on the team, Howie Coyle, that could sink them from the middle of the floor, without even touching the backboard or anything. Ackley kept saying, the whole goddam game, that Coyle had a perfect build for basketball. God, how I hate that stuff.

So Ackley was checking this guy out?

Stradlater to Ackeley to Caulfield ... except Caulfield left the mitts on the subway train...

Isn't Ackley going to be a bit big for a second baseman?

He was one of these very, very tall, round-shouldered guys - he was about six four - with lousy teeth. The whole time he roomed next to me, I never even once saw him brush his teeth. They always looked mossy and awful, and he damn near made you sick if you saw him in the dining room with his mouth full of mashed potatoes and peas or something. Besides that, he had a lot of pimples. Not just on his forehead or on his chin, like most guys, but all over his whole face. And not only that, he had a terrible personality. He was also sort of a nasty guy. I wasn't too crazy about him, to tell you the truth.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

So Ackley is too ugly to be a second baseman?

"Who belongsa this?" Ackely said. He was holding up my roommate's knee supporter up to show me. That guy Ackley'd pick up anything. He'd even pick up your jock strap or something. I told him he was Stradlater's. So he chucked it on Stradlater's bed. He got it off Stradlater's chiffonier, so he chucked it on the bed.

Makes me want to buy yet another copy of Catcher in the Rye and stash it under my bed

I watched him for awhile. Then I said, "The reason you're sore at Stradlater is because he said all that stuff about brushing your teeth once in awhile. He didn't mean to insult you, for cryin' out loud. He didn't say it right or anything but he didn't mean anything insulting. All he meant was that you'd look better and feel better if you sort of brushed your teeth once in awhile."

"I brush my teeth. Don't gimme that."

"No, you don't. I've seen you and you don't," I said.

Third base is also a hole. Does that mean they're re-signing Beltre or is Triunfel a possibility

He didn't care if you'd packed something or not and had it way in the top of the closet. I got them for him though. I nearly got killed doing it, too. The second I opened the closet door, Stradlater's tennis racket - in its wooden press and all - fell right on my head. It made a big clunk, and it hurt like hell. It damn near killed old Ackley, though. He started laughing in this very high falsetto voice. He kept laughing the whole time I was taking down my suitcase and getting the scissors out for him. Something like that - a guy getting hit on the head with a rock or something - tickled the pants off Ackley. "You have a damn good sense of humor, Ackley kid," I told him. "You know that?" I handed him the scissors. "Lemme be your manager. I'll get you on the goddam radio."

I'm somewhat proud of myself that I correctly guessed who wrote those excerpts, although I have no specific memory of them. I think I'll reward myself with a(nother) drink!!!

He stuck around till around dinnertime, talking about all the guys at Pencey that he hated their guts, and squeezing this big pimple on his chin. He didn't even use his handkerchief. I don't even think he had a handkerchief, if you want to know the truth. I never saw him use one, anyway.

In the other article, the Ms basically just say "we'll give it a month and see how it goes." I wouldn't read too much into the Ms future actions from this. Sure, it's a tip as to what they would like to happen but it didn't sound like the Ms were counting on this to work.

I didn't have a date or anything so I and this friend of mine, Mal Brossard, that was on the wrestling team, decided we'd take a bus into Agerstown and have a hamburger and maybe see a lousy movie. Neither of us felt like sitting around on our ass all night. I asked Mal if he minded if Ackley came along with us. The reason I asked was because Ackley never did anything on Saturday night, except stay in his room and squeeze his pimples or something. Mal said he didn't mind but that he wasn't too crazy about the idea. He didn't like Ackley much. Anyway, we both went to our rooms to get ready and all, and while I was putting on my galoshes and crap, I yelled over and asked old Ackley if he wanted to go to the movies. He could hear me all right through the shower curtains, but he didn't answer me right away. He was the kind of a guy that hates to answer you right away. Finally he came over, through the goddam curtains, and stood on the shower ledge and asked who was going besides me. He always had to know who was going. I swear, if that guy was shipwrecked somewhere, and you rescued him in a goddam boat, he'd want to know who the guy was that was rowing it before he'd even get in. I told him Mal Brossard was going. He said, "That bastard...All right. Wait a second." You'd think he was doing you a big favor.

WE GET IT DOCK WE GET IT FOR F**K'S SAKE PLEASE STOP WITH THE SALINGER.

WE GET IT DOCK WE GET IT FOR F**K'S SAKE PLEASE STOP WITH THE SALINGER.

Concur. I hated that book.