FanHouse Dreckeckstein

Yesterday, Fire Joe Morgan announced that it is officially coming to an end. For over three years, the blog tirelessly gave the business to mainstream sports journalism as no one else could. Their sonning of guys in suits was hilarious and legendary, but just as impressive was the collection of running gags -- the tangential digressions into the office politics of the fictional Fremulon Insurance, the perpetual fascination with food metaphors and meaningless buzzwords, the detours into outrageous hyperbole. It really was one of the great treasures of the world of sports blogging. Since they're keeping the archives online, it still is, and I suggest you start with a personal favorite of mine.

This news, though, isn't universally sad. Grinders! Scrappers! Hard-nosed hardscrabblers! Rejoice! Today's Dugout is after the jump.

David Eckstein, the favorite son of old men who hate statistics, has managed to get his scrappy, sinewy body wedged within the blades of the rumor mill. Our Will Brinson reports that Mr. Eckstein may be headed to Arizona, and he also manages to express some disgust over the notion that Eckstein is somehow better than mediocre.

Well, I'd like to make a counterpoint. David Eckstein, you see, he's a scrapper. I don't really know what "scrapper" means, but still, he's a scrapper. A hard worker. What? You want me to back that up? Well, uh, look at that picture. It lacks any specific context, but you can tell that he's running hard! Look at that face. It's a face of determination. Well, that, or he's making that whiny sort of fart noise you can only make with your mouth. Fine, Brinson, you win this round.

Today's Dugout is after the jump.