I have a mnemonic device! Fred Dryer… is hunting–
Jorge Arangure Jr. writes at Sports On Earth about Latino ballplayers playing the game the way they’re used to, instead of meekly choosing to “ to curtail their behavior to appease a mostly white power structure” as they once may have, and how this changing face of baseball plays dubiously into conversations about playing the game “the right way.” In city where we’ve endured nonsense this year about Jose Reyes having too much fun during losses, Jose Bautista being too demonstrative in his anger with umpires, and complains– albeit perhaps just by one doddering old man in Richard Griffin’s mail bags– about the club’s Latino players segregating themselves, fans should probably read this right fucking now.
Elsewhere at SoE, Will Leitch heaps praise on the TBS playoff studio show, including Dirk Hayhurst.
Blah blah David Price tweet blah blah blah Hayhurst blah blah nerds blah blah Kenny Ken Ken blah Fox Sports.
The Blue Jays sent an email today to existing season ticket holders today, and it turns out prices will hold steady in 2014. Bluebird Banter has the early details.
Richard Griffin has a new Bullpen post up at the Toronto Star, in which– among other things– he scoffs at the firing of Dusty Baker, because he’s got a track record of results, and since the game of baseball is all about a manager leading his team to a certain result, with the players being mostly inconsequential compared to the manager’s strength of will and magical leadership abilities, the Reds are clearly idiots. But not as much as Jays fans, who apparently should be shocked at where Cincinnati has set its bar and where their club has. Ugh.
Jeff Blair of the Globe and Mail isn’t going to let Griff sit alone on the dumbing-down-the-discourse train, giving us horseshit like the suggestion that the Red Sox did well because they had a core of guys used to winning, and “didn’t airlift a bunch of guys from the Miami Marlins.” Uh… not only does that have nothing to do with anything except in the wet dreams of bored sportswriters groping for a narrative that seems to make just enough sense to sell to a bunch of dupes, the total number of seasons in Miami from players airlifted in and not named Josh Johnson: six. The number of World Series titles among them: one. The number of playoff appearances: three. But hey, whatever red meat the morons will eat up, right? Like dropping a bomb on Brandon Morrow’s make-up and then just letting it sit there, uncommented on, waiting for negative suckholes to pick it up and try to stuff it down sensible peoples’ throats. Ugh.
Interestingly, and not unrelated, Jeff Sullivan of FanGraphs looks at playoff starts from guys with minimal experience, and finds that– once they’re into the playoffs, at least– experience seems to be a negative, as their numbers worsen as their number of playoff starts increase. Tougher to sell that one though, huh? Michael Wacha seems to be doing OK today, too.
Elsewhere at FanGraphs, an interesting piece from Carson Cistulli on “usable power,” as opposed to raw power, as he contrasts 36-HR guys Pedro Alvarez and Edwin Encarnacion, who each go there in quite different ways.
At Forbes, Maury Brown writes about baseball’s attendance in 2013, which looked very good if you were a Blue Jays bean counter: the Jays “ drew 2,536,562, their highest attendance since 1997 and saw the league’s largest increase per game (5,394 per game over 2012).” Take heed, Rogers. For realious.
The Montreal Gazette looks at the city’s mayoral hopefuls, who all seem to be playing politics with baseball. Good luck with that. (No, really.)
Lastly, Ted Berg of USA Today passes along this unbelievable tidbit about Pirates second baseman Neil Walker: he owes his life to Roberto Clemente. Literally. Walker’s dad played winter ball with Clemente, and nearly got on the fateful relief flight that took the life of the Pirates legend, being talked out of it by the man himself. WTF?!?