This is a column about injuries, but I have to pause and contemplate what Ichiro Suzuki has done. Since coming to America, he's been one of my favorite players to watch. His impossible swing, his crazy lines to the media and his unquestionable talent have kept me up late watching Seattle games (and now Yankee games) too many times. For years, my fantasy team name was "Ichiro's Dog."
Four thousand hits, even if you translate the Japanese hits, is an amazing figure and, yes, he could well beat Pete Rose. I don't expect that will be recognized by most, any more than people mentioning Sadaharu Oh alongside Babe Ruth, Hank Aaron and Barry Bonds.
But 3,000 hits in MLB? That's a feat for anyone, let alone a player who didn't start his American career until he was 28. He's within reach, if he keeps playing. While he's not what he used to be, he's still plenty good enough to go another couple years without being a liability. I can only hope that somewhere down the line, Joe Girardi lets Ichiro pitch. Then, I can't wait until Ichiro's Hall of Fame speech.
There's plenty of injuries to get to—and every single one this week an All-Star—so let's get to it...