Hamilton, Padilla, The Doctor and more.

Well as everyone saw over the home sweep of the Angels, Josh Hamilton is the true definition of a five tool player. He easily legged out a triple, hit a 460 foot home run (that would have been 500 if not for that home run porch...and it's meddling dog), threw out a runner at home plate from the wall with a bullet, and made a game saving, body-smashing catch in center field. I do think, however, it's only a matter of time till he gets shifted to right field. Nellie Cruz is doing fine in that spot (now that he has proven he can hit Major League pitching, and continues to produce in the field), but the First Place Texas Rangers can only hold their breath for so long with Josh making reckless plays in center. The outfield is more than full at this point, and with the number 1 farm system in the league, they have plenty of capable people to fill spots. Look, Dallas is a very fickle sports town. It KILLS me to read Michael Young bashers at the beginning of the season writing about what a handcuff situation the First Place Texas Rangers are in with this guy. He just came off a Gold Glove year with BROKEN FINGERS the last three weeks of the season. His power is down??? He can't hit for average anymore? Blow me. Dallas will howl when the Hamilton move happens, but it needs to be done. This city has wanted GM Jon Daniels head on a platter for far too long, and Hamilton's move to right would send the decibel level to Adam Lambert heights. But it HAS to be done. He'll be guaranteed 140 starts a year, enough for all the fantasy players across the country. Got's-to-get-done. On to Padilla. I Love this dude. He provides what's needed on a team like this. Allow me to explain. You go to a pool party at your apartment complex where you have lived for two years. You feel somewhat comfortable there. You know how the gate works as you come in and you go out, you know most of the folks you see as you come and go from your rat race. You see these faces as you walk in with your burger patty's in hand and a bottle of mustard. But you still feel a little aphrehensive. You know this SHOULD be a good time, but you still see some dudes in the corner that look...just a little shady. Enter Padilla. He walks in and you feel a little adreniline flowing. He's not gonna say a thing. He lets his actions do the talking (a lot like my man Steven Segal). After saying hello to his apartment complex neighbors he catches a glimpse of the transient shady characters. He plays it cool. Throws his patty on the grill, pops open a Bud, and then...POW! Let's everyone know that this party is a grown mans party and this parties not gonna stop. He stomps a mud-hole in the shady cats without them expecting a thing and then chills and dunks his hot dog in the chlorine filled pool, tears off a bite and swallows, while burning your childrens future with his stare. Two hours later you're celebrating the best party of the year (but sure you will have another one in five days) thinking you never saw a positive outcome happening from this and just saying "I don't always drink beer, but when I do; I drink Dos Equis". The Doctor sucks.