In some ways, I get it. Detroit Tigers president and General Manager Dave Dombrowski had been fooled far too many times by promises of a healthy Joel Zumaya. When the flame throwing right hander came to camp with the Tigers last year, sporting a brand new $1.4 million deal, the Tigers were counting on him to be an integral part of their late-inning bullpen.
Instead, Zumaya gave them one Spring Training appearance in early March and never saw the field again.
Yesterday, Zumaya agreed to a one-year deal with the Minnesota Twins, thus ending his tenure in Detroit.
Zumaya’s career with the Tigers has been one of the more memorable and disappointing for a player in recent memory. Zumaya burst onto the scene with a 103 mph fastball as a rookie in 2006. but that very season was the last that he’d toss more than 40 innings in a season.
Each year after that, there would be a new injury, often one that could only be described as “freak”. In 2007, there was the ruptured tendon in his middle finger, and injury suffered while warming up in the bullpen. That off-season, as he spent time at his parents’ house in Chula Vista, CA, Zumaya was helping his Dad clear boxes from the attic ahead of advancing wildfires in the area.
A large box fell on his talented right shoulder and crushed the joint. Surgery would follow and though Zoom was able to return to the mound with blazing fastball intact in 2008, the next season was cut short by a stress fracture that occurred in the joint, a result of the previous injury.
In 2010, it looked like maybe all the bad luck was behind him until that fateful June night in Minnesota. Zumaya was in the midst of his finest season since 206. He was working in his 31st game of the year, had shown the ability to mix his pitches instead of relying so heavily on his 100 mph heater.
With one delivery that night, however, Zumaya’s season and ultimately his career with the Tigers came to an end. Zumaya’s elbow had effectively exploded under the stress of the delivery of the baseball.
Though he recovered well from the surgery and reported to camp with no limitations in 2011, it didn’t take long before soreness crept up. Zoom was shut down for a week to allow the inflammation to subside. When that wasn’t long enough, they extended his hiatus. Again, the soreness remained and Zumaya eventually wound up back in the office of Dr. James Andrews.
Andrews removed the original screw that had been installed to stabilize the tip of Zumaya’s elbow and replaced it with another. For all intents and purposes, Zumaya’s season ended right there. Rehab alone would keep him out.
Last month, Zumaya threw for more than a dozen scouts in an effort to show he was healthy. The Tigers, who had stated that they would only offer a minor league deal, did not attend the workout. Though Zumaya impressed many with his session, there were scouts who wondered if Zoom could pass a physical with their club. Finally, yesterday, Zumaya reached an agreement on a major league contract with one of those clubs; the Twins.
Zumaya will go down as one of the more tragic heroes in Tigers history, perhaps not far behind Mark Fidrych in terms of raw talent that was cut short by unfortunate events. From the ill-advised and much publicized keg stands, to the tendinitis suffered from too much Guitar Hero, Zumaya’s immaturity cost him time very early in his career. Immaturity cannot account for the injuries detailed above, however. Those are accounted for only by the fickle nature of the Baseball Gods.
Perhaps Zumaya will never again see a major league mound. At just 27 years old, that would be a shame. Maybe Zumaya will finally be able to escape the injuries of the past and put forth a full season in 2012. Maybe these past five seasons in Detroit will wind up as a mere footnote on his otherwise stellar career.
I hope so.
Zumaya is a rare talent even in a era where every club, it seems, has a bullpen full of mid-to-high-90s arms. ‘Twould be a shame if he was unable to continue his once-promising career. It’s already a shame that his journey will not continue with Detroit.