Fact: Time slows down from its normal pace between the sixteenth and seventeenth hour of every Friday. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Another Fact: Watching the clock won’t make the weekend start any faster.
You know what will? Reading the latest Ten Stray Thoughts On A Friday. It’s guaranteed to speed up the dead time of your Friday afternoon, or your money back. This week’s edition is brought to you by the Monster energy drink I just shotgunned.
Internet Asplodes In Moral Indignation
Earlier today, following the earthquake that devastated parts of Japan, an article appeared on Bleacher Report using the tragedy as an excuse to post a list of the ten greatest disasters that affected a sporting event. I kid you not. As you might imagine, writers on the internet exhibited much control in their thoughtful and measured responses to the act of poor taste. Psyche! Twitter went berserk with criticism, calling for boycotts of sites that link to Bleacher Report, including my own beloved FanGraphs in their protests. I’m not beyond mocking the terribleness that is Bleacher Report, but I can’t help but feel as though the energy it takes to raise one’s moral indignation against the site could be better spent writing really good and thoughtful pieces about sports, the quality of which would outshine all of the search engine optimization tricks that websites like Bleacher Report can pull.
Naive? Maybe. Hopeful? Certainly. But Bleacher Report should remind writers that part of their responsibility as someone lucky enough to have their opinion published on a larger scale is to raise the bar a little bit, not through complaining about the content of another site, but by making their own writing superior.
Wrap Your Head Around It
My biggest hatred this week was reserved for the continuation of the ridiculous straw man argument that because someone is into statistics, or uses statistics to form opinions on baseball, they must hate the randomness or unexpected qualities of America’s pastime. We use a lot of statistical based analysis in our posts, and I’m sure that our defense of numbers can get tiring at times, but I’d like to make it very clear, once and for all, that I love the role that luck plays in baseball. It makes it interesting and gripping. I love that games aren’t decided by a spread sheet.
The only use for said spread sheet is to come up with ideas as to what the most likely occurrence will be in a particular situation. I’m not a mathematician. I don’t even consider myself a sabermetrician because I merely piggy back on the formulas and thinking that they come up with. For me, it’s simply the most reasonable and logical way to think about the sport.
So when weird things happen and Jose Bautista hits 54 home runs and the San Francisco Giants win the World Series, I’m not sitting disappointed at home because it wasn’t the most likely outcome. It’s great to see, and I celebrate it as much as anyone.
Save The Date
Last week I mentioned the possibility of having a baseball movie night at the Revue Cinema on Roncesvalles Avenue in Toronto. Nothing is officially confirmed yet, but we’re aiming for Monday, April 4th as the date for our first screening which will hopefully be Eight Men Out. As soon as it’s confirmed, I’ll let you guys know.
Thoughts On Thames
Keith Law doesn’t lend too much credence to Eric Thames power numbers in New Hampshire because the park there apparently favours left handed hitters. So, let’s take a look at his home and away splits last season.
Home: 270 PAs, 15 HRs, .595 SLG.
Away: 309 PAs, 12 HRs, .452 SLG.
There might be something to Law’s claim, especially when you look at the overall SLG numbers, but three less home runs over a relatively similar number of at bats shouldn’t call for completely dismissing Thames’ apparent power. I’ll reserve judgment until after this season in Las Vegas. And for the record, I maintain that Spring Training numbers are fairly useless. I’ve been writing about Thames since October.
Now To Contradict Myself
Having said that about Spring Training numbers, based on the exhibition performance of Hideki Okajima and Jonathan Papelbon’s blow up today, I keep thinking that if there is one exploitable hole in the Red Sox pursuit of the AL East title, it’s their bullpen. I know the addition of Bobby Jenks should match well with the dominance that Daniel Bard exhibited from time to time in 2010, but there are a lot of question marks beyond those two. I wonder if the Red Sox might end up depending on Felix Doubront a lot more than anyone would’ve foreseen. He could fill in nicely as Diasuke Matsuzaka’s personal swing man.
Kevin Kouzmanoff’s last name is the highest scoring Scrabble word among active MLBers. He wins on a technicality though, only because you’d have to mark the second “z” in Marc Rzepczynski’s last name as a blank considering that there’s only one “z” tile in the game.
If you don’t believe me, you can try your own permutations here.
Cliff Lee: Great At Pitching, Not So Much At Math
I read today that Cliff Lee didn’t want to sign with the Yankees because he felt as though the team’s core was getting older. Fine. New York’s roster does rank in the top half of the league in average age. The only problem is that the Phillies are number one on that list.
Self Serving Promotion
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Only In Springtime
The first batter that Tim Wakefield faced in today’s Boston Red Sox and Minnesota Twins Spring Training tilt was a non roster invitee who laid down a lead off bunt. The forty-four year old pitcher was less than impressed. I love those type of things. For more about baseball’s unwritten rules, check out The Baseball Codes, whose latest post mentions a prank pulled off at the Blue Jays training camp.
For a simple prank we turn to Dunedin, Fla., the spring home of the Toronto Blue Jays. Ricky Romero took some gum, blew a bubble, and stuck it to the cap of rookie Kyle Drabek. As is customary, none of Drabek’s teammates pointed it out, leaving him to bear the shame of the bubble-cap through much of the team’s workout.
See it for yourself in the Toronto Star’s photo essay.
Toronto’s Wiffle Ball Stadium
This is probably only of interest to Torontonians, but while living in this city, I’ve spent a lot of time playing wiffle ball and softball in a couple of small secluded diamonds at Bickford Park. Here’s a picture of what it used to look like in 1913.