
While I am handing at hardware from my blog of inconsequence, let’s go ahead and mail the 2009 NL MVP to Albert Pujols. His mid-year stats? Disgusting:
.336/.460/.744 for an OPS of 1.204. Good lord. 31 HR 82 RBI 10 SB 64 Runs 65 BBs to only 34 Ks
The perception mid-year from one StL writer is that the Cardinals are a one-hitter team. Per Bernie Miklasz in the Post Dispatch:
We’ve been watching this movie all season. When Pujols knocks in a run, the Cardinals are 29-10. When he doesn’t punch in an RBI, his team is 15-28. When Pujols homers, the record is 19-5. When he doesn’t, the Cardinals are 25-33. With Pujols having a career season and leading the team into first-place contention in the NL Central, the other Cardinals are perched on his bat. Without the preposterously productive Pujols, the Cardinals would be the Kansas City Royals.
Perhaps. In the triple crown race in the NL he is seven home runs clear of Adrian Gonzalez and seven rbi clear of Prince Fielder. That is a decent head start in those categories. His .336 BA is tied for second behind Florida’s Hanley Ramirez who is at .346. So, at mid-year, Pujols has a legit a shot at the triple crown as we have seen in about four decades.
Beyond all of that, there’s this. I was at the Reds/Cards game Friday night in Cincy. Sold-out crowd, Reds two games behind St. Louis, fireworks night, long-awaited prospect Homer Bailey on the bump for the Reds in his latest attempt to live up to out-sized expectations. There was a decided air of excitment and anticipation in the crowd, and Bailey met the moment. Seven innings of two hit, one walk shutout baseball as he ruined St. Louis with fastballs touching 97 and a curveball bottoming out at 74. Add in a nasty splitter he has picked up and he was in cotrol of St. Louis all evening. Until the 8th, when he tired, gave up a hit, got an out, and was still in the game to walk the next hitter putting two on with Cincinnati only up 3 and Pujols looming. Baker finally snaps out of his coma and fetches Bailey from a marvelous performance, bringing in Arthur Rhodes, who promptly walked just called up minor leaguer making his first major leage at-bat on four pitches. Loading the bases. For Albert Pujols. At that point, David Weathers was brought in, and everyone in that park knew the Reds were hosed. Six pitches later, it was 4-3. A pure stomach punch. You knew, you KNEW, that was going down like that. There were rational arguments to be made that the Reds should just have walked him to force in a run and take their chances afterwards. Pujols is at a level as a batter I have not seen since Barry Bonds’ roid days. He is beyond devastating in the middle of that line-up, and if teams have any sense whatsoever, if the game is remotely close late, he sees nothing near the plate. Ever. Ever.
He’s one of the best I have ever seen. He should, before long, be unquestionably be among the best ever.