Candy Maldonado. If MLB.com would take my money in exchange for access to their videos, I'd have a .gif right now of his sliding non-catch in the '87 NLCS. I don't remember what it looked like, but I'm pretty sure it involved:
- a colony of horseshoe bats attacking him as the ball was in the air
- his shoelaces turning into sand worms as part of some sort of Beetlejuice-related tomfoolery
- spontaneous disintegration of his ACL, MCL, and UCL as he was lumbering towards the ball
- a young Glenallen Hill scribbling notes on the back of a program while watching
- Tommy Lasorda rubbing his hands together in glee after Operation Sweet Tooth becomes an official success
Maldonado was the player the Giants received in the last trade the team made with the Dodgers. Well, the last trade of note. There was the Travis Denker/Mark Sweeney deal that did nothing for no one. I'd love to see a list of the almost trades over the past few seasons. Jason Schmidt for Matt Kemp, I'm sure. A notarized document that erases Orel Hershisher and Duke Snider from the Giants' all-time roster in exchange for exclusive rights to Juan Marichal.
But there hasn't been a trade of consequence between the two teams since 1985, when the Giants traded pro golfer Lee Trevino for Candy, who actually received MVP votes in 1986 (.289 OBP!) and had a pretty good season in '87 (.292/.346/.509) before the ill-timed sliding catch attempt.
This all comes up now because over at True Blue LA, there's a great post that breaks down the contenders who might be willing to pick over the Dodgers' bones for some of their scraps. The Giants are included in this post because they are still contending. The Dodgers' site had this post up because the Dodgers are not. That should warm that Padres-frosted heart just a little bit.
TBLA thinks the Giants could be interested in Rafael Furcal, Jamey Carroll, and Juan Uribe. The Uribe thing was already debunked by Sabean himself, though if the Dodgers want some of this Aaron Rowand, we're not really going to finish it. The other two would be interesting, though ...
Furcal would be interesting because he could enter into some sort of negotiation with Freddy Sanchez. They would sit around a long conference table and decide to sell and trade body parts. One player would take the other's healthy ankle, knee, wrist, and shoulder to become a whole and valuable baseball player again. The other one would be come a puddle of skin that would need to travel around in a wheelbarrow, going from county fair to county fair and making some sweet coin as a sideshow attraction.
If the Dodgers were willing to give Furcal away, fine. But I'm not sure if the Giants are in the market for fragile. That storeroom is allll full up.
Jamey Carroll's eyes are too far apart, but it might be worth looking past that. He's an OBP guy who could fill an infield gap currently filled by Manny Burriss -- the win-winniest of upgrades. It is really a sweet fit. The price shouldn't be prohibitive. It addresses a weakness.
But the Dodgers. Name any member of the minor league system right now as a potential piece to a Dodgers trade. Now picture him having success as a Dodger. Yuck.
Thomas Neal picked up an RBI today as Clayton Kershaw shut down the Giants ...
Heath Hembree, who is not morbidly obese, picks up the save for Los Angeles ...
Ehire Adrianza with the dive! The throw! And Rowand is out! The 2017 season is over, and the Dodgers take the last game of the year ...
It's an immature reason to not want Carroll, especially since he really isn't going to take a top prospect. There shouldn't be that much of a difference between trading prospects to the Dodgers and trading them to another team. You're giving up potential future value no matter where it goes. That should be the concern. Strengthening a divisional rival is minor collateral damage.
At least, it is until Neal hits his first home run as a Dodger and your heart leaks out of your toenails. I want Carroll the player, but I'm not sure if I want to give a raffle ticket to the Dodgers, lest they win and start rubbing their body with the winnings right in front of us. Seems like the kind of thing that could bug us for five or six years.