Hamilton Wins AL MVP

Despite more than a couple missed games due to injury at the end of the season, Josh Hamilton won the American League MVP award today.

You’d be hard pressed to find evidence that argues against Hamilton whose 1.044 OPS was more than likely a little buoyed by having the second highest BABIP in all of baseball, but what irks me most about Hamilton’s win is that we’re bound to read more articles about redemption and overcoming great obstacles than what I imagined Josh Hamilton’s favourite book to be about before I discovered it was actually all about incest and slavery.

If you don’t know the story, drugs and alcohol and loose living were threatening to ruin Hamilton’s life before he found Jesus, who despite a backslide, turned his life around and led the slugging outfielder to the promised land of an MVP award.

I know that’s a dismissive way of looking at someone who managed to change their destructive ways with the help of a space daddy looking out for them, but it gets brought up so often by members of the baseball media that it’d be miraculous not to be desensitized to the story at this point.

The voting:

1st 2nd 3rd 4th 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th 10th Points
Josh Hamilton, Texas 22 4 2 358
Miguel Cabrera, Detroit 5 11 10 1 1 262
Robinson Cano, New York 12 12 1 3 229
Jose Bautista, Toronto 1 4 8 5 1 6 1 2 165
Paul Konerko, Chicago 4 7 6 5 2 1 2 130
Evan Longoria, Tampa Bay 2 3 6 5 5 1 1 100
Carl Crawford, Tampa Bay 1 6 3 2 3 4 2 98
Joe Mauer, Minnesota 2 1 3 6 2 3 4 1 97
Adrian Beltre, Boston 1 1 3 4 9 6 83
Delmon Young, Minnesota 1 2 4 2 1 3 44
Vladimir Guerrero, Texas 2 1 4 3 22
Rafael Soriano, Tampa Bay 1 1 1 1 3 21
CC Sabathia, New York 2 3 1 13
Shin-Soo Choo, Cleveland 1 1 2 9
Alex Rodriguez, New York 1 1 1 8
Felix Hernandez, Seattle 1 6
Ichiro Suzuki, Seattle 3 3
Jim Thome, Minnesota 2 2
Joakim Soria, Kansas City 1 1
Mark Teixeira, New York 1 1

The only thing more egregious than Jose Bautista getting a first place vote over Hamilton and Miguel Cabrera (I’m looking at you, Davidi), is that he received nine votes that ranked him seventh or worse.  I’m not sure what hallucinogen these writers were on for the entirety of the 2010 regular season, but I’m pretty sure most baseball fans would be hard pressed to find seven better players in the American League than the guy who hit 15 more home runs than his next closest competitor.

And that concludes the Baseball Writers Association of America’s relevance until the ballots get filled out for the Hall of Fame.