Who farted? "No one jumps when the phone rings at Todd Van Poppel's house. It rings almost constantly, and not just because Todd is a typical high school senior. It rings because Todd just may be the next Nolan Ryan." -Sports Illustrated I was a baseball crazed ankle-biter when i read the above article in a 1990 issue of Sports Illustrated, but gave the zit-faced high school senior nary a second thought because my esteemed Oakland A's had no shot at getting him with the 14th pick that year. Ol' Todd didn't help out the situation by saying he was going to college, in turn scaring off most teams, including the Braves who swallowed their pride and took some second-rate scrub named Larry "Chipper" Jones. The A's, being the perpetual team of desperation took a shot on the guy and "Zitface" decided that Oakland was better than wearing flip-flops and kicking around a hacky sack once he got a taste of the pounds of moolah, loose women, and the sycophantic ass-kissing big leaguers deal with every day .
Apparently, when the A's signed Van Poppel, they signed him to a major league contract and not a minor contract. Consequently, the A's could only use a limited number of minor league options on Van Poppel, so they had to rush him through the bush-leagues and he never really had time to develop. In scouting reports, Van Poppel was described as having a blazing fastball with no movement, which helps explain the discrepancy between scout analytics and the rest of his career. In the end, Van Poppel was a career reliever who bounced around from the Tigers, Rangers, Pirates, Cubs, and Reds; never coming close to Ryan's 324 wins and ended his career with a paltry 40-52 record and becoming one of the biggest busts in baseball history. I, like every other red-blooded American dipshit bought into the false and largely propagated by Upper Deck baseball card craze of the 90's and stocked up on "Van Pimple cards" -never dreaming that you could find it (with case) 22 years later for exactly 1 cent on amazon.com. (with the case being more valuable than the card.) I should have listened to my economics teacher explaining why you can't print more of something and expect it to keep its value-and would have been better off putting the damn thing in my bicycle spokes.
