Adrian Beltre: No thanks from Seattle, the one city you let down

The third baseman has now sent the Texas Rangers to the AL Championship series. It's easy to quantify how his play tanked at the plate and in the field while with the Seattle Mariners, but is there any explanation?

Adrian Beltre: No thanks from Seattle, the one city you let down
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Mike Henderson

The third baseman has now sent the Texas Rangers to the AL Championship series. It's easy to quantify how his play tanked at the plate and in the field while with the Seattle Mariners, but is there any explanation?

Psssst! Beltre! Hey, thanks from Seattleites . . . For nothing.

When the Seattle Mariners acquired Adrian Beltre, the  third-baseman, who had three dingers against Tampa Bay Tuesday (Oct. 4)  to lead the Texas Rangers to the next playoff level, he was 26 and  coming off what many would say was the greatest season ever played by a  hot-corner guy. His 2004 stats eclipsed the best numbers ever put up by  Mike Schmidt, George Brett, and Brooks Robinson: perhaps the three best  third-sackers ever. Beltre also had fewer errors for a season than any  of the above ever recorded.

For the Dodgers in 2004, Beltre played 155 games at third and  another at shortstop. He had 121 runs batted in, hit .334 and Beltred,  er, belted a big-league-high 48 long balls.

Then Beltre came to play at Safeco Field and his numbers dropped  like tiles from the ceiling of the old Kingdome. During his five years  here, he never had more than 26 home runs and 99 RBI. His best batting  average was .276. After an injury-ridden ’08 swan season in Seattle, he  moved to Boston, where he immediately had impact: .321, 102 and 28, plus leading the league in doubles.

Now, with Texas, Beltre is exhibiting the post-season heroics that  never happened in Seattle, possibly because he played here during a  localized 21st-century version of the Dead Ball Era.

But how could his lack of production on offense also account for  the simultaneous drop-off in defensive numbers when he arrived here in  ’05? In Los Angeles in 2004, he registered just 10 errors at third: fewer  than the best D-years of the above mentioned three. For the M’s, he  never had fewer than 14.

Obviously nobody believes that Beltre came to Seattle planning to  play worse than he had in Los Angeles. Nor could anyone prove that he  went to Boston and Texas for the sole purpose of showing that he could  do better than what he did here. How, then, does one explain his abrupt up-down-up turn-arounds  during his time in L.A., Seattle, Boston, and Arlington, Texas? Was it  just because the crummy M’s posed an uninspiring environment? The ’04  Dodgers, after all, won 93 games and a division title.

The only other apparent answer is that there isn’t any answer.  Beltre simply didn’t perform in Seattle nearly as well as he has  everywhere else. That conclusion is easily quantified.

How is it qualified? Did Beltre, presumably in his career prime during his Seattle years, have some reason to under-perform? Night after  night we watched him live at Safeco and on TV here and elsewhere  appearing at the plate to be inferior to the Beltre who played with the  ’04 Dodgers. Knowing that he was contractually obligated to play here,  why didn’t he strive to do better?

Texas Rangers partisans must be ecstatic knowing they’re going into  the American League Championship Series and possibly the World Series  with a five-hole guy who evidently wanted to win so much that he hit  three solo home-runs Tuesday to assure his club’s one-run victory.  Didn’t you want to win that badly in Seattle, Beltre? If so, why did you  put up what have been by far your worst career numbers here?

You’re a mere 32 years old, Beltre. You don’t project to career numbers that  would indicate Hall of Fame consideration. If you did, it’s pretty easy  to conclude that you wouldn’t take entry in a Mariners uniform because,  for whatever reason, you never even played here like an All Star Game  reserve.

Good luck the rest of the way, Beltre and, again, thanks for nothing.