Meanwhile, over at Royals Review, there's a thread asking "Who Was Your Least Favorite Royal of 2009?

Who Was Your Least Favorite Royal of 2009?

With this observation about the awesomeness that is Yuni:

Because he played for both the Royals and Mariners last year not only was he the worst player in baseball by nearly a win (.9) War worse than Aubrey Huff) , but in 70 games as a Royal he was STILL the worst player in baseball -1.4 WAR, and EVEN in the other near half season with the Mariners he managed to be the THIRD worst player in baseball behind Huff and Alfonso Soriano.

He nearly managed being the worst player in baseball…TWICE.

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What's interesting, though, is how quickly things can change.  It wasn't so long ago that a similar query could have been asked regarding the Mariners, with similar results - and some some of the very same players mentioned!!!!  St. Willie, the Yuni-bomber, Ho-Ram; Guillen.

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Some other pithy comments:

it says something about your favorite team when there are more guys to dislike than like.
Juan Cruise who cost more then Farnsworth due to losing our 2nd round pick and was the only decent sabermetric pick up for Moore and even he was terrible.

 

Coco Crisp as both of his arms fell off

Aviles, who only had one arm fell off but he was villified even though Coco was playing with one arm as well.

Trey go ahead and let Meche throw 132 pitches when he has a bad back Hillman

The Royals rub in some dirt medical staff

Dayton the guy who made all these moves Moore

John go ahead and stay with the team instead of retiring with dignity Bale

Costa and Lewbanski who had a shot at the majors but ….see medical staff.

 

 
Really, though, Guillen and Jacobs have to go together for me. Ebony and Ivory, Adam-Dunns-Without-the-Bats-In-Perfect-Harmony. Getting in a fight where we know no one made any contact. that had to be broken up by Miguel Olivo, a dude who couldn’t OBP .300 if his 27 kids lives depended on it, and STILL managed to outhit Dayton’s $12 Million Man and THIRTY HOME RUNS, B-TCH!