Free agent Dan Uggla and his kids got some hoverboards for Christmas. Like many others who found the death machines under their trees yesterday, Uggla busted his ass on it:
The Braves and Nationals played a wild one tonight.
Dan Uggla's back, baby! Four days after being released by the Atlanta Braves, and just more than a week after being suspended (reportedly for showing up to a game at Wrigley Field just an hour before first pitch), Uggla is getting a minor league deal with the Giants, a well-known corpse repository/baseball team in San…
Braves second baseman Dan Uggla hasn't been a lineup regular since May, and with his .241 OBP, that makes sense. Tommy La Stella's taken his spot and hasn't provided any reason to give it back. Things got worse for Uggla today when Atlanta simultaneously called up another second baseman and suspended him for one game.
Your most compelling sports video of the year comes from ESPN, which caught these Phillies fans taunting Dan Uggla—then being rudely interrupted by Uggla's grand slam. It was brilliant enough (seriously, great job ESPN) but we took it a bit further with extreme slow motion.
Braves second baseman Dan Uggla made $13 million this season, more money than any of his teammates did. That seems like a pretty OK deal for a second baseman that can hit 22 home runs in 448 at-bats. Except that Dan Uggla also sucks, and now he sucks bad enough to be left off the Braves' roster for the upcoming NLDS.
The answer, of course, is "crappy fielder." But when Uggla completely whiffed on a throw, dropping it at his own feet, it inspired Denard Span to try for home. He discovered, an instant too late, that he had been Uggla'd.
Uggla had just hit a two-run homer off Cole Hamels in the bottom of the third to put the Braves ahead, 3-1. There was a playoff spot riding on this game, of course, so there was reason to be excited. But ... what was that?
Here's Gaby Sanchez, and then Dan Uggla exposing their five-holes on the same play. "Good times out there tonight," Uggla joked. Maybe baseball doesn't belong in Florida.
Slate's Robert Weintraub, like many of us, loves the old purple prose of early 1900s sportswriting, the Grantland Rices, the men who painted epic tales of warriors, grizzled combatants and lardywarks too manly to wear gloves. In an occasional series, Weintraub writes about the week's best baseball game in the style of…