Today Mills makes his debut for the Angels.
Measured by the amount of playing time given Mathis and what he produced as measured in OPS+, Jeff Mathis was the single worst player in club history.
Mathis accrued an OPS+ of 50 in 1,360 Plate Appearances as an Angel. Gary DiSarcina managed a 66 OPS+ in 4.032 so yeah he was the curse that kept on cursing longer but Mathis was not even close to the towering heights of a 66 OPS+. Meanwhile every Angels fan hates Mo Vaughn, but given a similar number of PA as Mathis (1,304) he had an OPS+ of 117.
Disregard that Mathis had such a high status as a prospect that the Angels probably passed up trading him for better players. Disregard that the single worst professional sportswriter in the history of the world, the Dodger-loving Lyle Spencer, was abandoning all professional decorum in getting down on all fours and licking Mike Scioscia's behind by rabidly defending Mathis as a regular starter, to the point of destroying a career built on having attended 4,000 game sin person and mastering nothing but cabernet snobbery in his glowing endorsement of Mathis possessing a magic aura of greatness visible to no other human besides True Blue Mike and Lyle.
Disregard it all. The karma for putting up with Mathis is made flesh and dwells among us this afternoon on the mound in Anaheim. Brad Mills can give up thirteen runs in the first inning and he won't be as much a lodestone disaster sabotaging this club as Jeff Mathis was.
Brad Mills has already done more for the Angels than all but three of their starting pitchers. Whatever he does today, cheer him for what he banished. He is truly an exorcist.