I like Fidel Castro and his beard

Well, actually, no, I don’t. But, what if I did? Would that disqualify me from working in a largely Cuban community?

That’s the crux of the issue in Miami today, where the Marlins suspended their manager Ozzie Guillen for positive comments he made about the aging former dictator. Guillen is reported to have said to Time magazine:

“I love Fidel Castro … I respect Fidel Castro. You know why? A lot of people have wanted to kill Fidel Castro for the last sixty years but that [expletive] is still there.”

The substance of the comment is comical — it fails to take into account Castro’s actual legacy (health care for all Cubans on the one hand and death sentences for opponents on the other) and treats Castro’s survival as though he were a gang banger on some urban backstreet.

Guillen has long since given up the right to be taken seriously. He’s been hot-headed and loose-lipped and often makes little sense when he makes incendiary pronouncements. But he has the right to support Castro if he wishes, regardless of whether he manages a team that plays its games in Little Havana. Has Guillen gone too far, as Dick Shoenfield says? It’s an absurd question. No further than any other time he’s opened his mouth.

But the obscene over-reaction to Guillen shows how strong the old anti-communism still is, even as the old communism has given way to a sort of market-socialism (neither free market nor socialist) in China. In a sane world, Guillen’s comment would have gotten little play. Guillen, as I said, is not exactly the second-coming of athletes like Muhammad Ali or even Carlos Delgado, intelligent athletes who made clear their political beliefs — and who also were the victims of sports’ McCarthyist streak.

Do the Marlins have the right to suspend him? If he was speaking as Marlins’ manager, as a representative of the team, then it’s the Marlins’ call, I guess, and certainly not the press corps’ — even if I think all of them should just let Ozzie speak his mind.

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Phillies and Papelbon: Big money, big mistake

Jonathan Papelbon is the game’s second-best closer. But he’s not worth $50 million over four years.

Why? Two reasons: The Phillies have other, more pressing needs, and spending big money on closers just doesn’t wash historically. The Mets learned this with Francisco Rodriguez and Billy Wagner, both of whom pitched well, but not well enough to earn $40-$45 million over four years and not well enough for the Mets to succeed. The Reds have Francisco Cordero, whom they paid $46 million over four, and they’ve lost more games than they won since he joined the team; the one winning season, 2010, saw the Reds get swept in the first round by the Phillies without Cordero even getting into a game.

And then there is the lesson of this year’s Cardinals, who cobbled together a bullpen during a miraculous end of the season and then rode the unheralded arms to a title, something they did in 2006, as well.

The lesson, to me, is not to overestimate your need for a closer and then overpay. It just doesn’t seem worth the risk.

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Xenophobia on the diamond

Dave Zirin reminds us that there are some courageous celebrities — and a lot of xenophobic fans.

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Baseball diversion: Another Mets phenom gets surgery

Paul Wilson. Bill Pulsipher. Jason Isringhausen (1.0). Phil Humber.

What do they all have in common? They were highly touted as Mets prospects and went under the knife. Some had productive careers — Izzy was a top-level closer who is back with the Mets as their eighth-inning guy — but none of them ended up being productive with the Mets.

Should we add Jenrry Mejia to the list? The team announced today that the 21-year-old, who opened the season in the Met bullpen last year (which only proved that Jerry Manuel and Omar Minaya should have been fired much earlier than they were), is about to get the dreaded Tommy John surgery.

Highly regarded New York Mets pitching prospect Jenrry Mejia appears headed for Tommy John surgery that will sideline him for a year.

The 21-year-old Mejia, who made the Opening Day roster last season as a reliever, has a complete tear of the medial collateral ligament in his right elbow, the team announced. Mejia was examined Monday in New York by Mets doctor David Altchek, who recommended surgery.

Mejia plans to get a second opinion from Dr. James Andrews in Birmingham, Ala., before proceeding.

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Question for Hall of Fame voters

With Mark McGwire and Rafael Palmeiro trapped in Hall limbo with Pete Rose, we are now facing the prospect that the greatest hitters of the last two decades are likely not to make the Hall.

Consider the man who announced his retirement today, Manny Ramirez. There is no doubt that Ramirez is one of the greatest hitters to ever step in a batter’s box — he hit for average, power and was a flat-out RBI machine for the bulk of his career.

The same can be said for Gary Sheffield and, of course, Barry Bonds, who faces all kinds of legal woes.

Here is a list of the Top 20 homerun hitters in baseball history:

Seven of them have a steroid asterisk next to their name (or would have were it to exist). Add Sheffield to the list of plus-500 homer guys with an asterisk and then consider this: Only three power hitters of the last 20 years — Ken Griffey Jr., Jim Thome and Frank Thomas — are without asterisks and there are writers who question Thome and Thomas’ credentials. (This doesn’t take into account the pitchers, by the way.)

I am not advocating for voting all of these guys into the Hall, but we have to address this in some way. The reality is that the game was badly tainted by the accusations and its best players, for the most part, were all involved.

So, here is my question: Can we continue to ignore these hitters without ignoring an entire era?

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