What happens when T.J. Simers meets defensively challenged Dodger (platoon) left fielder Marcus Thames?
Well, let's just say the resulting scene -- as described by Simers -- does throw that whole distinction between professional baseball writing and amateur blogging into some question.
"Are you that horrible on defense that teams don't think it's worth playing such a home run threat?'' I asked by way of introduction.
Maybe somebody else wastes time schmoozing with Tims/Tems, but he's a one-year rental who has some explaining to do. How bad are you on defense that teams don't dare risk playing you?
Tims/Tems just smiled.
I asked again, because I remember my dealings with Lofton, who would never answer the first question. Eventually he would, while also complaining, "You never write down what I say."
I always told him the same thing. "You're boring, but I come back hoping one day you might say something of interest."
When I came back on Tims/Tems, he sat silent. I can see one problem he might have on defense if everyone is relying on him to yell "I got it."
He said he wasn't going to talk to me because I hadn't introduced myself. That would have allowed him to pull out the little card the Dodgers' PR department provides players advising them how to get a running start on Page 2.
I can't imagine this is the first time in 10 years that Tims/Tems has been asked why he stinks on defense, thereby limiting his time as a regular player.
Unable to answer, he just stood and walked away.
I would probably just stand and walk away, too. It's easy to say Thames should have a good humor about such things, but most professionals don't respond well when their professionalism is questioned.
More to the point, it's hard to figure what Simers' many readers gain from his antics. I mean, it can be amusing when the subject plays along. But when he doesn't? Maybe that day you just go look for another story. Because this story wasn't worthy of the Los Angeles Times. Not one word of it.