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Mike Wilner of the Jays’ radio crew, and the host of the Fan 590′s post-game show, was one of the first and most visible proponents of blowing old school narratives apart and looking at the game of baseball through a Sabermetric prism–┬ánot only in this city, but you’d have to think in just about any, as far as members of an official team broadcast crew are concerned. For that, he has long been an extremely welcome voice in the local media for those of us intolerant of irrational bullshit and the typical radio call-in dreck.

And that’s why it’s especially weird to see him doing what he’s been doing this week, defending J.P. Arencibia for being in a “slump,” despite the catcher’s abysmal career .267 OBP and 86 wRC+ through now more than eleven-hundred big league at-bats.

For example, here’s an exchange from the first caller on last night’s JaysTalk:

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It’s getting harder and harder to get myself worked up into a lather about some of the actual things that come out of people’s mouths when they talk about this Jays team, and so I have a feeling I’m going to be a bit more subdued in today’s Anatomy Of A JaysTalk than I am a lot of times. In fact, having listened through it once, I’m just not sure that last night’s edition of JaysTalk– which is available for your listening pleasure through Mike Wilner’s post-game blog post at Sportsnet– was quite the powderkeg of rage-inducement that the internet tried to make it out to be.

Which isn’t to suggest that it doesn’t have its share of jaw-dropping stupidity. Or that it isn’t still a good idea to keep shining a light on this stuff, just to be clear that no one around here is picking on strawmen when we talk about panicky dolts. It’s just… maybe my heart just isn’t quite in it the same way it was the other week. A thing like the last three weeks is liable to do that to a sane person, I think.

Still, though: idiots.

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Baseball’s a hell of a thing, eh? That was one fucking crazy weekend, and not in the way that I think anybody would have wagered back on Friday afternoon, as our venom for John Farrell really started pulsating. A J.A. Happ shutout, an R.A. Dickey blowout, and a whole lot of words written about what was going on in the stands later and the Jays sit at 2-4– a record barely worth panicking over for an NFL team, let alone a team that plays a 162 game season. Though, as you’ll see through this little exercise, there’s no goddamn reasoning with some people when it comes to that stuff.

I was at Friday’s game, and I can report that the atmosphere was terrific. Much better than the home opener, even. The Jays were behind for much of the night, but the crowd was nowhere near as flat as they were on Tuesday, when J.P. Arencibia’s passed balls combined with a rally-killing double play to take the wind out of their sails. Things were raucous, fans were excitable, and mostly civil, too. At least, from the small portion (or portions, as it were) of the crowd where I sat– which was a few sections over from most of the paper airplane activity that was so derided and shamed. Personally, I’ll take a paper airplane hitting me in the back of the head over some jackass standing up to do the wave in front of me at a crucial moment any day of the week and twice on Sundays, but shit, I don’t mind kids playing on my lawn, either.

I also didn’t mind John Farrell getting booed when he came out to check on Jose Iglesias after the Sox shortstop took a Josh Johnson pitch off the arm, quite frankly. It’s not like anyone was booing the injured player, or confused about who scorn was being heaped down on, so… so what? (When they did it to the pitching coach by mistake, on the other hand– OK, that was kinda lame). Farrell was the one who put his players in that position anyway, and who egged on the crowd with his awesomely facetious hat tip as he returned to the vistors’ dugout after exchanging lineup cards– a pure shitheel turn that almost had me respecting him, until I realized that such a display of an actual human quality like having a sense of humour would never have happened while he was here, occupied as he was with his poor little feeble-brained pangs of sadness for not being king of the Masshole fuckfaces.

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