Braves acquired INF Osvaldo Martinez

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Braves traded a Cuban lefty named Adrian Rivero who pitched for the GCB last year. He's 23, old for that league, but with the Dodgers' heavy investment in Cuban talent, I'm betting they have gotten reports on this guy that no one else might have.

Gwinnett site reports that team was one below 25-man roster limit before adding Ozzie.
 
rico43 said:
Braves traded a Cuban lefty named Adrian Rivero who pitched for the GCB last year. He's 23, old for that league, but with the Dodgers' heavy investment in Cuban talent, I'm betting they have gotten reports on this guy that no one else might have.

Gwinnett site reports that team was one below 25-man roster limit before adding Ozzie.
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My bad.
 
Dalyn said:
I am doing similar: preparing a Faiku.
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I'm already prepared:

Had we but bats enough, and time,
This weakness, Uggla, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk or homer runs each day.
Thou by the second-basemen's side
Shouldst fly-outs hit: I by the tide
Of bummers would complain. I would
Love you five years before the Trade,
And you should, if you please, regress
Till the completion of this Mess.
My strigiformic love should grow
Vaster than Lairds, and more slow;
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy feathers gaze;
Two hundred to adore the biceps,
But thirty thousand for the triceps;
A season at least to every part,
And the last should show your heart.
For, Uggla, you deserve this state,
Despite production at this rate.

But at our backs we always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of playoff futility.
Thy hitting shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy maple bat, shall sound
An echoing crack: then scrubs shall try
That long preserved utility,
And your quaint starting turn to dust,
And into ashes all my trust:
The bench's a fine and restful place,
But you shall sit there in disgrace.

Now therefore, with his youthful hue
Comes yon LaStella, to sùpplant you,
And while thy willing soul inspires,
At every appearance you ground-out fires,
So let us sport us while we may,
And now, like owlish birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in your slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all your strength and all
Your contract up into one ball,
And tear our patience with rough strife
Expiring your Atlanta life:
Thus, though we cannot make our Series won,
Without you, yet might we score more runs.
 
Osvaldo's been trending down since 2010. Dodgers demoted him form AAA to AA before dumping him, and he wasn't hitting in AA.
 
stpeteirish said:
Osvaldo's been trending down since 2010. Dodgers demoted him form AAA to AA before dumping him, and he wasn't hitting in AA.
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He was strictly holding a roster spot for Arruebarrena, the Cuban the Dodgers spent $25 million on. He was a utilityman for the last two-plus weeks.
 
1000 thanks. Your best since The Upton Waste Land.

jpx7 said:
I'm already prepared:

Had we but bats enough, and time,
This weakness, Uggla, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk or homer runs each day.
Thou by the second-basemen's side
Shouldst fly-outs hit: I by the tide
Of bummers would complain. I would
Love you five years before the Trade,
And you should, if you please, regress
Till the completion of this Mess.
My strigiformic love should grow
Vaster than Lairds, and more slow;
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy feathers gaze;
Two hundred to adore the biceps,
But thirty thousand for the triceps;
A season at least to every part,
And the last should show your heart.
For, Uggla, you deserve this state,
Despite production at this rate.

But at our backs we always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of playoff futility.
Thy hitting shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy maple bat, shall sound
An echoing crack: then scrubs shall try
That long preserved utility,
And your quaint starting turn to dust,
And into ashes all my trust:
The bench's a fine and restful place,
But you shall sit there in disgrace.

Now therefore, with his youthful hue
Comes yon LaStella, to sùpplant you,
And while thy willing soul inspires,
At every appearance you ground-out fires,
So let us sport us while we may,
And now, like owlish birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in your slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all your strength and all
Your contract up into one ball,
And tear our patience with rough strife
Expiring your Atlanta life:
Thus, though we cannot make our Series won,
Without you, yet might we score more runs.
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