ESPN's Jayson Stark asked five GMs to assemble the best possible 25-man roster from the free agents who signed this winter. There was a $2 million limit per player, and here's the catch -- the entire team couldn't cost more than $30 million.

One of the participants (who are all anonymous, but you get the impression one or two may be from the AL East) wanted to spend less than $20 million for 24 players and sign Pudge Rodriguez, but that was against the rules.

"You know what?" said one of our GMs. "I bet you'd have a better shot at .500 doing it this way than Detroit, Kansas City, Milwaukee or Tampa Bay."

The headline on Spencer Fordin's latest MLB.com update reads "Jays Ready for Spring Opener". It's an appropriate day to be stepping into the all-new Batter's Box.

Roy Halladay will take the mound against Tampa Bay, and manager Carlos Tosca also plans to look at Pete Walker, Trever Miller, Evan Thomas, Mike Smith and Brian Bowles in the opener.

Can you believe it? They played baseball yesterday! (The Jays open their Grapefruit League campaign tomorrow vs. Tampa). The importance of spring box scores isn't "who's hot and who's not" -- that part's meaningless -- but "who's playing and who's not". Nice to see guys like Alex Sanchez and Geoff Jenkins returning from serious injuries, and I notice Randy Johnson is still pretty good.

Here's the ESPN Scoreboard -- it's a good place to check all the scores, even while games are in progress. There's a link to each box score and/or game story, and the "sidebar" in the middle is handy for stats and schedules; during the regular season it's also as accurate as any for pitching probables.

This is the LAST DAY for Batter's Box at this address. The move is going so well, I'm inviting you to take a sneak preview of our new home, where the blog will be "live" by early Saturday morning. Our location should be easy to remember -- http://www.battersbox.ca -- and we'll be adding more features at the new site as time permits. You will see a test message there, plus the full BB archives up to Feb. 18, entry #250. Feel free to comment on the test message, though it will be deleted overnight. Or come back here and let us know what you think. Oh, and thanks for pushing us past 25,000 hits this week -- these milestones always remind me how grateful I am for everyone's participation.

It's no surprise to the learned baseball fan that a major league baseball entity based in Canada is relocating before the 2003 season ... but it's not the Montreal Expos.

As The Batter's Box, the erstwhile blog you're reading even now, moves to a new address (you only thought "URL" stood for "Uniform Resource Locator" ... it's actually "Unable to Remain Long-Term") please look for the following special new features in the new park.

In the BB opener, veteran hurler Kent Williams is expected to get the Opening Day nod ahead of steady Jordan Furlong and big-play Sean Whittaker.

O Canada, in both English and French, will be performed by breakout Latino-Hip-Hop-Country-and-Western star Dave Till (accompanied by Canadian greats Anne Murray and Gordon Lightfoot with the Barenaked Ladies singing harmony) while grizzled foreign correspondent John Gizzi will provide his own special a capella rendition of the American anthem, which he's rewritten as The Marred, Mangled Banner.

I am honored -- oops, honoured to have been selected to throw the ceremonial first bitch. Er, pitch.

Ground rules in the park remain the same with the exception of the bizarre decision to ban any mention of retired veteran lefty and former Detroit Tiger Frank Tanana.

The true measure of how bad things had gotten in Toronto the last couple of seasons can be found in the startling admission by Vernon Wells that the minor-leaguers riding the Syracuse-Toronto shuttle preferred to stay in Triple-A. "Guys that had been up and down hated it so much in the big-league clubhouse that they would rather go back to Syracuse," he told the Toronto Sun.

Now, I've been to Syracuse, and I certainly don't intend any offence to that upstanding burg, home of the Carrier Dome and, probably, other things. But I can think of about 50 places I'd rather spend a summer, including downtown Saskatoon and many parts of Kitchener/Waterloo. I'm sure it's a marvellous place to pass through and perhaps even to be from, but when you find yourself saying, "Ahh, finally I'm back in Syracuse," something ain't quite right. And that's not even counting the switch from Greyhound/Super Eight to chartered jet/Hilton Hotel.

Scott Fiesthumel posted a wonderful story on the SABR-L list that I thought was worth relaying.

Everyone's reporting on a couple of close calls (the narrow escape kind, there aren't any umpires involved) down in Florida. I'm glad nobody's seriously hurt, but more than fluky accident reports and haunted sprinkler systems, this caught my attention:

Frank Catalanotto recently underwent successful Lasix eye surgery to improve his sight.

One of the reasons I could hit a little, back in the day, was the gift of 20-15 eyesight; I was able to pick up the spin on the ball as soon as it left the pitcher's hand. (Now I peer over the top of my reading glasses, and my distance vision is beginning to deteriorate; we'll find out if I can still hit high-schoolers when practice begins next week). Unless you're Alfonso Soriano or Vladimir Guerrero, there's a lot of physics calculatations in 0.4 seconds, including location ("is that in my ear?") and speed, so if you get a clue whether it's fastball, curve or slider a few milliseconds earlier, that's a big advantage.

Recently, I was talking to someone about Jays farmhand Jim Deschaine, who had always been a contact hitter before his terrible 2002 at AA Tennessee, and suggested the team should take him to an optometrist. Your eyes change over time, rarely for the better. If Cat, who can already hit -- .331/.390/.499 vs. RH in 2001 -- sees the ball a bit better, that's great news, especially if he can avoid being killed by fly balls.

Trying to move a few of the original BB entries, just the .htm and .cgi files, then rebuild.

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Who's my favourite Toronto baseball writer today? Richard Griffin! The latest in a series of palatable Star columns from a pen noticeably void of poison looks at the man I consider the Jays' unsung hero -- coach Brian Butterfield.

Since I never tire of repeating myself, let me assert (again) that the turning point in Toronto's 2002 season was the firing of Buck Martinez. Not just because Carlos Tosca was able to -- and inclined to -- stand up to Raul Mondesi's childish behaviour; J.P. also got the best possible candidate to replace Tosca in the 3B coaching box. Like Tosca, and hitting coach Mike Barnett, "Butter" didn't play big-league ball, but he's a dedicated student of the game, and a fantastic teacher.

I'm excited to announce that BB now has its own domain. This weekend, if there are no unexpected technical glitches, we will be moving to www.battersbox.ca, where we hope to stay for a long time. I had indicated to some of you in e-mails that I was thinking about Sunday morning as the best time to "flip the switch", but -- duh! -- since Saturday is March 1, that makes more sense. So...

*** BATTER'S BOX WILL BE CLOSED TO NEW POSTS AT 11:59 PM EST FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 2003 ***

The existing site won't actually be down, but it will be "read only" -- if you make a comment on March 1 at the current location, it will be lost in the transfer to the new server. (Any author who tries to post a new article will be farmed out to our AAA blog.) Once I'm satisfied with the move, I'll put up a redirection page at this URL, and you'll be automatically transferred, then you can bookmark our new address. We'll also send out another newsletter on Sunday, letting everyone on our mailing list (are you signed up?) know about the change.

Fantasy fare: my new column on ESPN looks at the Jays' bench, the catchers and draft day bargains. Mick Doherty (Yankees) and John Gizzi (A's) have also updated in the last 48 hours, and they're always fun to read. The Batter's Box Fantasy League (BBFL) is up and running at Yahoo; 20 owners are now preparing for the March 20 draft, with those all-important bragging rights at stake. Some of us are also in a free 12-team Roto league that still has one or two spots left, so if you're interested, better hurry -- the draft is this Saturday at 1:00 pm -- and e-mail me for more info.

In his continuing series of profiles of former Blue Jays, Spencer Fordin corralled ex-catcher Ernie Whitt for a chat. The lefty-hitting part of the Jays' 1980s backstop platoon and the last original Blue Jay to leave the franchise may well be one of the most popular Blue Jays ever, which to be honest I've never entirely understood.

The Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame announced three new inductees, none of them (thank goodness) Pete Rose. I'm glad they excluded him, though I believe he belongs in Cooperstown. His supposed connection to Canadian baseball (he got his 4,000th hit during a half-season as an Expo) was a cheap publicity stunt.

Joe Carter was elected, for his memorable moments as a Blue Jay -- didn't he hit a clutch HR or something? Kirk McCaskill also got the nod, presumably for being born in Kapuskasing, and hanging around the bigs for 12 years as a mediocre pitcher. Quebec administrator Richard Belec is the other new addition to the Hall. Mark June 28 on your calendar if you want to attend the ceremony and give Joe one last round of applause.

That's two Carters in St. Mary's -- Gary was enshrined last year -- and it opens up the door for other great American players who spent significant time with Canadian MLB teams. Dave Stieb and Rusty Staub should be next, but Tommy Lasorda's incredible pitching for the AAA Montreal Royals in the 1950's has been unjustly overlooked. The standards for admission are, to say the least, confusing.

It's been said before, but baseball players are people just like you and me --- albeit with a lot more earning power and maybe a few of the personality quirks that come with great gifts and a lot of attention at an early age. Further in that vein, we have Justin Miller and Orlando Hudson, two young men whom the Jays are counting on to continue their development both on the field and off.

Miller, apparently, is an aficionado of the tattoo, and showed up to spring training adorned with body art applied by a neighbour back home. Justin's still young, so maybe it hasn't quite clicked with him yet that every time he pitches poorly and is driven from a game by the opposing batters, he can expect to hear things like "The Angels really tattooed Justin Miller tonight." I seem to recall a backup catcher for Toronto several years ago who had a Jays logo inked into one of his buttocks, which was fine up until the team released him a few months later.

Then there's Hudson, a man slightly more seasoned in what can happen when youthful exuberance is amplified by mass media. A year after the now-tiresome "pimp" comment, Orlando is making the right call by refusing to discuss it any further. He's had some media and PR training since then, and it shows. He's also planning to organize a bowling tournament for autistic children, a subject he's familiar with, since two of his cousins suffer from the syndrome. Good for him.

Permit me, if you will, to vent a little spleen.

There's a story at the Blue Jays' MLB site about the auditions and final selections for the "J-Cru" and "J-Cru Jr." These are not, as one might reasonably suspect, tryouts to replace the guy now batting in front of Barry Bonds, but for the team's official dance and promotional outfits.

You may be thinking, "What does a baseball team need with a dance troupe?" What, indeed.