Last Monday the Angels locked up their future by inking ace Jered Weaver to a five-year, $85 million extension through the year 2016. It is a signing ranging the Angels future and predicting the movements of their currently poor-hitting small-ball circus established by means of dominant pitching.
Though it is difficult to contend Weaver at $17 million a year is cheap, it is fair to deem the deal as prudent determination by Angels management in need of rebuilding Angel fandom, who, turned off by recent high-priced failures like Gary Matthews Jr. and now Vernon Wells, have grown somnolent with cynicism.
Despite current offensive prospects Mike Trout, Hank Conger and Peter Bourjos, the calamitous injury peculiarities of young but fragile slugger Kendrys Morales have sent them tailspinning into a forced redefinition of the team's identity.
Weaver is putting up numbers like never before.
Despite wariness about inking young and big-name pitchers entering their prime, it is inappropriate to ignore the star heater for sake of fear.
His presence is a duplicitous stratum that routes the Angels in a positive direction.
Since watching one-time ace and fan favorite John Lackey escorted to the land of wearing Red Sox, the Angels have lacked a true tell numero uno, and because of this they were missing the franchise face for a future that until this season had looked rather dingy and for the first time in 10 years compass-less.