The Chicago White Sox reported earlier that Bartolo Colon was set to make a rehab start in AAA Charlotte on Thursday. The only problem with that was, as the White Sox put it, they don’t know where he is. "Efforts to contact his agent have been successful. Their efforts to contact their client have not been so successful,” said Sox GM Ken Williams. How do you lose a baseball player? I understand losing your keys or your wallet or your child even, but how on earth do you misplace Bartolo Colon? It’s as if they’re saying the White Sox AAA Squad was on a field trip to sea world and pudgy Bartolo wandered off to buy some more cotton candy. However, I do find the image of Bartolo forgetting he had a start, or that he still played professional baseball at all, really amusing( although it did sound strangely believable). The White Sox are currently 2 back of Detroit in the AL Central, but if they want to out-run Minnesota and Detroit in that division they should stop misplacing right arms.
Justin Morneau, last year’s home run derby champion, decided that he will decline the invitation to this year’s competition. This kind of thing always makes me sick come all star weekends in any sport. Last season’s NBA Dunk Contest featured Dwight Howard, Nate Robinson, J.R. Smith, Rudy Fernandez, and Rudy Gay. All of those guys are ridiculously talented jumpers and athletes, and Dwight and Nate did put on a decent show, but those just aren’t the 5 that should be in that competition. Where’s Lebron? Where’s Iguodola? Too often are great dunkers and great shooters, great home run hitters, and defending champions, like Morneau, declining invitations to these events that we deserve to see them in and they should be dying to do. I would play in every dunk contest, home run derby, three point shootout or all-star game that I was asked to. I know I, like every player probably does, wouldn't hate the idea of rest that weekend, but I love those shows and I think they would be a trip to take part in. If I were Morneau I would show every fan of the sport that, for the second year in a row, mine was swinging below the knees.