The granddaddy of them all, the PECOTA projections, strode onto their virtual stage today. Any time you bill your product as “deadly accurate” it invites additional scrutiny but, for many people, PECOTA is the gold standard. Whether or not it lives up to that billing, that is a matter for taller foreheads than my own.
The system is more than just spitting out slashlines based on ageing curves and the like. Adjustments are made for ballparks (both home and away) and playing time. For many people, it justifies the expense (nominal as it might be) of a full BP superscription for the year.
Enough with the passive-aggressive sales pitch, let’s put these numbers to work: how to they expect the Marlins 23-year old masher, Getting Blanked raison d’etre, Giancarlo Stanton, to fare in 2013?
It is easy to understand why a fan of the Miami Marlins might be conditioned to expect the worse. Like fans of the Toronto Raptors patiently awaiting their team’s fourth quarter collapse, Marlins fans just count the days between faces of the franchise being dumped for prospects. Life as a Marlins fan is just space between Ice Ages. Not totally unlike other teams, it is just the on a more condensed timeline.
After dumping their roster to the Blue Jays, Marlins fans now must contemplate life without Giancarlo Stanton, the biggest piece left for the Marlins to deal, should they see fit. Much has been made about Stanton’s relative levels of happiness, mostly without any actual input from the man himself. But the sharks continue circling, recognizing the Marlins trading Stanton is all but inevitable. SB Nation Marlins blog Fish Bites has the topic covered from multiple angles, only one of which is realistic.
Don’t let that headline deter you, every team in baseball. The duplicitous Marlins insist Giancarlo Stanton will not be traded and, considering he is still one season short of arbitration, just 23-years old and one of the best players in the game, they would be nuts to absorb the kind of PR and on-field hit moving him represents. The Marlins, slimy yet cunning business people as they are, won’t hand over Stanton to opportunistic American League pilferers…yet.
Unless, as the asterisk indicates, they do. Intrigue!
What do you get for the man who has everything? More to the point, what do you get for a man who has already given so, so much? In addition to being a stellar baseball player (his underrated glove netted him the Marlins Wilson Defensive Player of the Year award), an invaluable asset for the Miami Marlins to squander, Stanton is also the consummate entertainer.
So today, on Giancarlo Stanton’s 23rd birthday, we offer only our sincere thanks and appreciation to the finest masher of baseballs and creator of jaw-dropping highlights. May your career continue on its very historic path, with the only bump in the road being you running your car over Jeffrey Loria on the way out of town the moment you reach free agency in 2016.
Hit the jump for some of Stanton’s greatest hits from this season. His prowess is nature’s gift to you, friends.
The Miami Marlins just concluded a very long West Coast road trip. The middling Marlins went 5-6 on this trip, at one point losing four games in a row. Another disappointing stretch of an incredibly disappointing season for the Fish. With, of course, the exception of a single bright spot.
During this West Coast jaunt, Giancarlo Cruz-Michael Stanton went all manner of crazy. Insane, really. Stanton feasted on the respective pitching staffs of the Rockies, Diamondbacks, and Dodgers to the tune of a 1.274 OPS. He hit eight home runs. In eleven games. EIGHT! Best yet, this is not new for Stanton on his home soil of the Best Coast.
After internet troubles derailed yesterday’s Getting Blanked show post, we come back with a vengeance on the Tuesday edition, featuring MadBum/Kershaw talk, partaking in the official pastime of the great state of Georgia (question Fredi) and pleading with Giancarlo to just walk away from tens of millions of dollars. Then we maybe just declare Yunel Escobar to be bad. We’re sorry, Yunel. Yu mad?