The payroll page has been a useful tool tracking contracts of all 14 teams. It's vital to owners prepping for drafts and using it as a long term guide for their financial situation. A new color coded indicator, a red block, will be added in 2020 to continue to track players that have been traded away, while the team may still be paying for a portion of that contract. Be looking for this add on to your payroll in 2020.
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INSIDE THE HEAD of an ACBA GM
Previously posted in July in the ACBA forum
Baseball is a beautiful, unique, tortuous sport. I know I’m not the only one to feel this way. In 150 years of baseball, I can’t be the first person to feel such a love and hate toward the game. The baseball season is a long and arduous one. It’s no sprint. Sure, every game matters. Wins in April and wins in August are worth the same. But it’s crazy how you can feel so good about what is going on at the end of the first month. The team is clicking. The wins are coming. The players are doing their job. Put it on auto pilot and hope to be a strong competitor in September. Two months in and the team is a couple games out of first in the division. In fact it seems like the lead changes every 3 or 4 days. A dance between division rivals while we trudge through the 108, waiting for the ones that really count. Injuries. Yeah. We all deal with them right? But why do some get hit harder than others? That’s a variable that will never be fair and one that none of us will ever be able to be project. You can be sailing along and out of nowhere, 5 guys in one night can sustain injuries. They may be simple: a blister on a finger or a sore shoulder. Others may be more severe. A sprained ankle; a broken hand; Tommy John. Injuries can neutralize a strong team if it’s the right (or wrong) key players. Was that my problem? Partly, maybe. But not totally. June came. And with it, a sudden silencing of the bats. A spike in the ERA. Dissension in the clubhouse. Why? Things are ok.But the season is long. The daily grind takes its toll. It’s hard to sustain great play. Sitting in 3rd place, only a game back from second. 5 games out of 1st. Still 50 or more games to play. Plenty of time. Get it under control! But it’s not under control. More injuries crop up. The 3 game slide turns into 6 and every division opponent is winning the series now when we were winning them all in April. 4th place. The guy who looked to be done by the first of May is breathing down my neck for the last spot. The All Star break wasn’t any help. The rest? I think it did more harm than good. The 6 game slide turned into 13 of 14 and the points on the scoreboard are hard to come by. I look over at the AL and see one team score 100. I haven’t had a hundred in the last 3 nights! The writing is on the wall. The love affair with my favorite sport is cruel, and shows no mercy when breaking my heart. “There’s always next year” are never, ever consoling words. It’s bad enough to hear them in the winter, but in mid July? I like how we look for next year. Reluctantly, I’m resigned. My focus has changed. Even eeking out a bid for September will just prolong the agony. Not that we wouldn’t take it. I love playoff baseball, but I also want to be a legitimate contender if I’m there. There’s a difference and again, it’s no consolation just to make the postseason. I’ll root for the NL. It’s who we are. But man I can’t wait for spring. You know, so the torture starts fresh.
An Ode To Baseball Written by Mitch Smith
There is something about Baseball that is still clean, pure, right and innocent. It has a timeless attraction, like a thread woven throughout the years since its inception into our American culture.vOther sports have fans…for us; Baseball is a lifetime love affair.
When you enter the park, the sharp crack of the baseball bat, the savory scent of the hot dogs and popcorn in the air and the vibrant colors that surround you all combine to energize the senses and an immediate transformation takes place. Worries, attitudes and the anxieties that envelop our lives are gone the instant you walk up that ramp and the ballpark bursts into view.
Suddenly, you’re a little boy again and each visit to the ballpark all through the years of your life is just like the first game, that first day, with the same transformation taking place each time. Like no other sport, Baseball connects with the heart and the soul of man.
I think baseball is still a boy’s game, first played when we were still young, innocent and unaware of the corrupt and dirty world we all live in. Baseball brings those old feelings back as we associate it in our minds with a young and carefree life enjoyed so long ago. We can step away from a dark place and be young, innocent, clean, pure and right again if only for a few short hours. Baseball does what all the other major sports can only hope to do. It enters the heart of the fan and it lives there for a lifetime.
It is fitting that Baseball is played in a park, on a wide-open field and at a slower, sort of casual pace. In this fast paced, hectic and sometimes confusing world, that slower pace is attractive to us because that is not the world that we live in. Stepping away from the non-stop demands of life that seem overwhelming at times to a slower, less demanding, more deliberate relaxing game of Baseball is like a prescription that brings back some sanity to our lives.
Baseball is a time machine, taking us away from all that is wrong to a place where all is right and good. No other sport has the uncanny ability to do that, just… Baseball.