Wednesday Wangdoodles

Gee, I wonder who's going to win this argument ...

* It's now official: I have a man-crush on Doug Glanville, who has somehow managed to connect the World Series and Halloween, beautifully.

* OK, so Gary Matthews wants out of Anaheim. I can't really blame him. He makes every-day money and wants to be an every-day player. But if the Angels are able to accommodate him, he should kneel down and kiss the feet of Mike Scioscia for giving him 360 plate appearances this season, and also the feet of Arte Moreno for approving Matthews' $50 million contract. I mean, seriously.

* Strat-O-Matic cards for Negro Leaguers are wonderfully cool, but I'm still waiting for the Hall of Fame to lift its embargo on the Negro Leagues statistics that were unveiled -- but to only a select few -- four years ago.

* Gene Wojciechowski thinks it's time for more video review, at least in the postseason. So do Jim Caple and Phil Rogers. So it's just a matter of time, though "matter of time" might well be tied to Commissioner Bud's retirement.

* Speaking of which, my only real quibble with this list of the five worst calls in postseason history is that Eric Gregg's massive strike zone should be No. 1 rather than No. 5, because Gregg's calls weren't an accident; he got them wrong on purpose!

* OK, so Scioscia doesn't like the postseason schedule. Calls it "ridiculous," and I'm basically on his side. I would like the postseason to perfectly reflect the regular season, where you need four starters and sometimes even five. I have to mention, though, that since the modern World Series was invented in 1903, many managers have gotten by with three starters. In 1905, Christy Mathewson or Joe McGinnity started all five games for the Giants. Sixty years later, Mudcat Grant and Jim Kaat combined for six starts in the Twins' seven-game Series loss against the Dodgers. Scioscia's right: there are too many off days. But managers have always been able to lean heavily on their best starters in October.

* Jed Hoyer's in, and Grady Fuson's out. Shocking. My guess is that there's still room in San Diego for someone like Fuson, but maybe not for so much like Fuson.

* Yeah, I know ... The rich are just like us, but with more money. Still, when you read something like this -- it's not clear how much like us they are.