There has been a (nearly) total lack of
any interesting Padres news coming out of the Winter Meetings this year. Unless you count Dick Enberg receiving the Ford C. Frick Award or A.J. Preller’s broken computer. Which I don’t, obviously. Quite frankly, everyone else on Padres Public has done a much better job of analyzing nothing this week than I ever could.
So let’s have a bit of mindless fun, shall we?
This past year saw Alesmith Brewing releasing a collaboration with the late Tony Gwynn on a new beer, .394 San Diego Pale Ale. If you haven’t had a chance to try it yet, I recommend you get to Alesmith’s Miramar tasting room and do so at your earliest convenience. It is a mighty tasty beer.
This brought up an interesting topic to examine:
What could local breweries do to honor other Padres players with their own beer?
Well, maybe not interesting, per se. But what else are we supposed to talk about?
*My only rule: You won’t see anything about Eric Show or Alan Wiggins or anyone else that ever publicly had a problem with substance abuse. That’s a line that I won’t cross.
Nearly three years ago I read Gaslamp Ball’s account of the feud between Tony Gwynn and Jack Clark. You see it was 2010 then, marking the 20 year anniversary of the feud. At the time I think I had forgotten about the riff but it slowly came back to me as I read.
For those who don’t recall, the dispute between Gwynn and Clark erupted in 1990 during a closed door locker-room meeting. In the March 11th, 1991 edition of Sports Illustrated, Tim Kurkjian wrote:
We started yelling back and forth. So Jack [Clark] is sitting there with a Coke in his hands. He slams it across the room, it breaks open and shoots all over the place, and he says, ‘Hey, everyone in here knows why we’re having this meeting—because we got some selfish——in this room, and they’re [pitcher] Eric Show and Tony Gwynn.’ Eric was shocked. I was shocked.
I thought back in time and I realized that Jack Clark had been a player I absolutely hated as a kid. I hated him on the Cardinals. I disliked him on the Padres. And when he left for Boston I went back to hating him.
Something inside of me said that this hate, as irrational as it was, might actually be warranted. So in May of 2010 I set out in search of damning evidence that Jack Clark was in fact a selfish %^&# himself. It’s more than three years later but with the Cardinals in the playoffs and Jack Clark taking heat for accusing Albert Pujols of being a juicer now seems like the perfect time to revisit the jerk we know affectionately as . . . Jack Clark.
Let’s begin in 1982 . . .
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On January 4th, the Cleveland Indians signed Brett Myers to a 1 year, $7 million contract. Among pretty much every Padres fan the reaction was a collective sigh of relief. Because while the Padres were (and are) in desperate need of veteran pitching, and despite the fact that pretty much every free agent pitcher (including Brett Myers) was rumored to be a possibility for San Diego (yet none ended up here), Brett Myers sucks.
Not in talent mind you. He’s fine there. But in 2006 he was arrested for punching his wife in the face. In an effort to remain fair here it is important to note that these charges were ultimately dropped at the behest of his wife.
Either way, no one wanted him here and I don’t blame them. It also got me thinking. Despite my unflinching fandom, there have been players throughout the years I haven’t enjoyed. So, presented here (though let’s view this as a living document as I’m sure we can add and amend this list later) is the San Diego Padres All-Time Least Likable List.
Some rules and notes before we get started.
1) No amount of playing time was required. In fact, in one case, the player never played for the MLB team;
2) As I’m 32 there is a very clear focus on the team over the past 15 years or so. This is in part due to the fact that, as a kid I didn’t “hate” anyone on the team and these players are fresher in my mind;
3) “Least Likable” in this instance is a fluid definition. Someone makes this list by either being a colossal underachiever (which required substantial expectations) or for having a terrible personality.
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