JOEY VOTTO MAKES ALL-STAR TEAM:DUH

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No longer seeing red

How Philadelphia Phillies manager Charlie Manuel snubbed him is beyond me. The Cincinnati Reds are the best hitting team in the National League and first baseman Joey Votto has had a lot to do with that.

Votto currently leads in most major offensive statistics:

SLG – 1st

OBP – 1st

OPS – 1st

BA – 6th

HR – 1st

RBI – 5th

RS- 3rd

BB- 4th

Smells like MVP to me.

The player selected ahead of the Toronto native, Phillies slugger Ryan Howard, is well behind him in these stats.

It was an odd omission only made right by the fans. Odd because the NL needs all the help it can get to win its first All-Star game since 1996. They’ve lost 12 in a row to the American League.

Mind you, I don’t want to praise fans too much. They voted for Nick Swisher of the New York Yankees over Boston Red Sox first baseman (and MVP candidate) Kevin Youkilis.

Please.

Youkilis belongs.


KNOWING NOTHING AND EVERYTHING

By Rebecca G.

Recently, on one of the blogs I read regularly, there ensued a debate as to whether the commenters on that one, or on another much-frequented blog knew the game better.

Tonight, a question was posed that’s one of those so-simple-it’s-profound: “What exactly is knowing baseball?”

Immediately, a few different ideas come to mind.

There’s knowing baseball in the sense of knowing the rules, written and unwritten.

There’s knowing baseball in the sense of “I’ll take 1970s St. Louis Cardinals for $400, Alex”.

There’s knowing baseball in terms of knowing about OBP, OPS, FIP, BABIP, K/BB, WAR, LI, and so on.

There’s knowing baseball in the sense of owning season tickets, of going to as many minor league games as major league ones, and recognizing names that may or may not jump out at you.

There’s knowing baseball in the sense of knowing its place in culture and lore.

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We sit here and read blogs and writers and come to conclusions about whether or not someone knows baseball, whether or not he or she possesses the analytical mind necessary to dissect it’s “finer points”, as my grandmother likes to call ‘em.

We spend hours constructing optimal fantasy rosters–indeed, fantasy sports is now so huge (and not just baseball) that there’s a company that underwrites insurance policies for fantasy team owners.

We buy Baseball Prospectus and The Baseball Codes, Ball Four and Baseball Between the Numbers all in our effort to expand our knowledge, from the statistics to the rules of etiquette on the baseball diamond, from behind-the-scenes of a world only a select few ever get to experience, to evaluations of each and every player expected to don a Major League uniform in the coming season.

We watch The Natural and Field of Dreams, Bull Durham and the Sandlot in an effort to live and breathe that which matters so much to us, even if it has to be vicariously.

We draw conclusions, make assumptions, and then stare in wonder as these are blown up or taken down right before our very eyes.

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Is baseball truly knowable? Is it something that can be truly understood via facts and figures only, or is it something that must be intuited, something that can be grasped only by sensing it?

That, of course, is part and parcel of the scout-vs-saber debate, and it seems that we’ve reached a point where we can say, you really need a bit of both, when it comes to prospects.

Yet, you can hardly argue that evaluating prospects is the same as knowing baseball, because baseball it involves so much more.

It involves an entire mythology of its own, an entire culture and an ethos not entirely different than what you’d expect if you suddenly found religion. The similarities here may be endless. If you’re born into baseball, such as you may be born into religion, and it’s nurtured right, you may never know anything else. If it’s forced on you the wrong way, you may rebel and say you want nothing more to do with it, or you may come from the outside, with no connection other than a feeling that yes, this is right, this is where I belong.

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So what makes an intelligent baseball fan/writer/person? Someone with whom you can converse, and with whom you enjoy conversing, reading or playing or otherwise utilizing the sport?

Maybe it’s this–and this is just one example of many, many others, but it’s what comes to mind:

If you saw the 27th at-bat against Armando Galarraga on one June night not too long ago, if you shared in any part the pervading emotions–happiness, shock, outrage, sadness and then, for many, forgiveness, if you smiled with Galarraga or cried with Jim Joyce, if you advocated expansion of replay or argued for the system to remain as it is…

…if you did any of that, if you sensed and you felt like you understood what had just happened, and not just what happened but that it was important, even if you didn’t necessarily know why…

Then you understand the pull that this game can have, and if you understand the pull of the game, then you know baseball.


STRASBURG STUNS IN PITCHING DEBUT

By Alex

I’ve been watching sports for an awful long time and seen, like many people older than I, many great athletes come and go. I’ve witnessed phenoms take different sports either by storm or by whimper. 

Over time, one naturally becomes skeptical of over hyped athletes. Living up to hype is practically an impossible task. I remember reading an article about Bruce Springsteen during his first concert to Europe. Plastered all over the Hammersmith-Odeon venue were posters of him promising patrons an unforgettable rock journey. Springsteen later told  the story of how the posters posed needless additional pressure and tore them down.

Nothing hurts a performing person in whatever field more than not measuring up to a media driven promise. 

In sports we’ve seen Tony Mandarich and Lebron James and everything in between.  

That being said, I don’t recall a more hyped up athlete (Eric Lindros maybe?) than Washington Nationals pitcher Stephen Strasburg. So high were the expectations one could wonder even if he did pitch well would it satisfy observers?

We won’t have to ponder that question.

In his pitching debut against the Pittsburgh Pirates, Strasburg’s performance was one for the ages. It was stratospheric in its supremacy as he allowed two earned runs, struck out 14 and issued no walks in seven innings worked. Let me repeat the 14ks and 0 walks. All under 100 pitches; 96 I believe.

He came up one strike short of the all-time record for a pitching debut held by both Karl Spooner and J.R. Richard who each pitched a full nine innings. Judging by how Strasburg was dictating the pace of the game – literally. The game had barely been two hours old by the time he was done – it’s not a stretch to think he could have beaten the record.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, he reminded me of Steve Carlton, Doc Gooden and Pedro Martinez – all rolled into one.   

His change up was clocked at 91 mph, a lethal curve at close to 80 mph and fast ball that hit 100 mph. Such was his nasty dominance.

Granted, it’s but one game. The hype machine can yet still sink its fangs (through injuries for example) and claim another young career. However, you can be forgiven for thinking not with this guy. No way.


BUD SELIG IS A BIG DISAPPOINTMENT

By Beaker

I don’t know of ANYONE who doesn’t think  “the call” should be overturned. Well, except for Bud Selig for some reason. Here was a chance to make good on a situation where everyone has acted with utmost grace and still the commissioner has the moxy to not make the right call himself even though the overwhelming majority of fans and casual fans alike feel he should? What planet is he on?

Everyone acknowledges the error. So MLB will pretend it never happened for the record books?

Absolutely ridiculous. A joke. A farce.

JUST OVERTURN IT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!


ARMANDO GALARRAGA’S PERFECT GAME LOST TO IMPERFECT CALL

By Alex

For all intents and purposes, THIS is a perfect game. Life, never mind sports, is  just plain absurd filled with human folly. I’m sure Jim Joyce is feeling terrible right about now. In the aftermath of the game Joyce was extremely apologetic while Galarraga displayed remarkable sportsmanship by simply accepting his fate. Sometimes folks, life is all about the response and in how you handle things that don’t go your way.

MLB may not recognize the obvious fact a blown call prevented a perfect game, but the Detroit Tigers can honor it in their own way. And what’s with all these no-hitters and perfect games anyway?

About instant replay. Look, on this blog, I’ve been nothing but a huge proponent of it in any sports including soccer.  I really don’t get the resistance against its usage.

 


HANLEY RAMIREZ: DEFENDING WHAT CANNOT BE DEFENDED

By Alex

Years ago when I was coaching u-12 soccer I had a superbly talented player who belonged in a category higher than where he was. As most coaches know, it’s a joy to coach a talented kid; especially one that values hard work and effort. It’s less fun to handle one who doesn’t value it.

My player was a kid who didn’t feel he needed to play hard to the best of his abilities. His team mates noticed it.

A kid on the team said to me. He said, “I’d rather have a guy with less talent but plays with his heart and for his team than one who has all the talent in the world but mocks it with his selfish play.” The kid was 12.

That’s what I thought about after watching Hanley Ramirez pull his lazy stunt. Sure, it was but one play in a 162 game series, however, is it too much to ask of an athlete who earns millions to play out every other play? Seriously.

Ramirez mocked his team mates, his manager, the fans and above all else himself.

He’s not the first or last athlete to “dog it.” Far from it. That happens for a multitude of reasons (injury being one of them and Ramirez has been playing on a bad shin). It’s in the response of the athlete to it that reveals his true colors. Ramirez first let his ego control his actions and then he proceeded to offer the weak excuse “many players are dogging it here.” Or to that effect. Who cares what the others do? You can control your own actions.

He acted like a spoiled athlete who refused to take responsibility and only offered an apology once someone caught his ear. For that his manager was correct in disciplining him.

All one can hope is that he learns from it.


DUMB AND DUMBER: MARK AND JAY MCGWIRE

By Sal Marinello

Health and Fitness Advice

Comments made by Mark McGwire’s bodybuilding idiot of a brother illustrate A) what a joke body building is and B) why  bodybuilders should NEVER be allowed anywhere near real athletes.

So Mark McGwire’s loose-cannon brother has come out with a book, and in it he details his big brother’s steroid and Human Growth Hormone (HGH) taking regimen.  Does anyone really care what this little man has to say about his disgraced brother?

As a matter of fact, who really could be interested in what he might have to say about anything, what it’s like to be the  talentless brother?  Is there that much interest in bottom feeders these days?

Note: Someone should ask Jay if he helped his NFL quarterback of a brother Dan McGwire get an edge, as well.

Jay McGwire’s comments really speak volumes about how little bodybuilders know and why they should be ignored when they talk about athletic performance.  Here’s a sample of idiocy from Little Jay, “Oh, his strength. His leg strength was awesome. I talked about what he is doing on the leg press — over 600 pounds for 20 reps. That is pretty good for a baseball player. And that is the key in baseball, I think. … Mark didn’t really have big legs until after that. He couldn’t do some other serious leg workouts because of his lower back issues, so we had to be careful with that.”

Hey Jay, did you stop and think the leg press machine might be responsible for your brother’s back problems?  What did you do to try to strengthen the lower back, huh? Also, as a guy who supposedly spent a lot of time in the gym, you should know that 600-pounds on the leg press is common-place, unless you’ve spent your time in Curves’ gyms.  And come on, what functional purpose does the leg press serve for a baseball player, not to mention for a guy who is approaching the end of his career? A lot of people can leg press 600-pounds for 20 repetitions, I have seen it countless times and it is completely unimpressive.  It also proves nothing and is indicative/predictive of nothing.

More nonsense. “And obviously his arm strength, getting those hands through the [hitting] zone. Think about it, it is pretty remarkable. He is gaining 30 pounds over three years, and that is the right way to do it because you go slow and the body reacts slow in the ways of getting it more flexible. So Mark was more flexible 30 pounds heavier. Now think about that torque that he could have. That is why the ball was going out of stadiums.”

WTF? This is gibberish. It would take thousands and thousands of words to try to decipher this garbage. It’s classic bodybuilding, throw some jargon around, figure you’ll impress/intimidate people who supposedly don’t know as much, and Voila, you sound like an expert.  He actually sounds like a moron.

At 170-180 pounds Roger Maris, Mickey Mantle and Hank Aaron were hitting home runs, why couldn’t Mark McGwire hit them at 225-pounds?  Oh, and the Cardinals’ new hitting instructor had more strike outs than hits during his years as an active player in St. Louis.

Then Jay McGwire spoke about his brother’s drug cycles.  More Neanderthal musings.  Just like Greg Anderson, the alleged personal trainer who ruined Barry Bonds’ body with steroids and unsound training, Jay McGwire dosed his brother up with massive amounts of drugs.  Again, bodybuilders who don’t do anything that can be considered even remotely athletic just need to add muscle, and ingest tons of drugs.  Baseball players and real athletes don’t need to pack on muscle at any cost, especially at the cost Jay McGwire exacted on his brother’s body.

No less of an expert than BALCO Labs’ Victor Conte says, “The first thing you are going to see is size. You are using Dbol (Dianabol) and this stuff at this dosage, you’re going to look like Hercules, if he is doing the weight training. At 12 weeks and those dosages, this is not baby food.”  By the way, you can train like Olive Oil and you’ll look like Popeye if you dose up like Mark McGwire did.

The final insult comes in the form of this statement by Jay McGwire, “Jay McGwire repeatedly stressed that any changes weren’t just from the drugs, but that his brother trained ridiculously hard, often six days a week. And the combination paid off.” This is just bullshit.  The drugs are responsible for allowing someone to train “ridiculously hard, six days a week.”

Don’t buy this nonsense. And don’t but the malarkey that teammates and team personnel didn’t know what was going on.

Mark McGwire cheated by taking performance-enhancing drugs because he wanted to break home run hitting records and his brother was right there with him every step of the way.


MANAGER’S CORNER WITH EARL WEAVER

It ain’t easy being an Orioles fan these days. I’m sure they could use a little Weaverian excitement.


McGWIRE SQUANDERS CHANCE TO COME CLEAN

By Sal Marinello

Health and Fitness Advice

Spare us the tears, Mark.  It’s 2010 and nobody is buying the pathetic nonsense that you didn’t take steroids to help you hit home runs.  Furthermore, if it weren’t for steroids – not androstenedione, creatine or any other supplement – Mark McGwire would have been out of baseball around the time he was setting home run records.

Steroids were responsible for allowing McGwire to embark on his magical 8-year run that began in Oakland in 1995.  That’s all we needed to hear.  Not getting that simple,unqualified admission made the McGwire/Costas interview kind of silly.

McGwire acted like a little kid who got caught doing something wrong and broke down in an attempt to minimize the punishment and engender some sympathy.

Although it is sad that McGwire is still lying to himself and is still in denial about his steroid use.  His claim that he didn’t take steroids to hit home runs defies logic, especially when you consider that Little Mac had the help of a public relations firm.

And let’s ignore Tony LaRussa’s defense of McGwire.  LaRussa was on the scene of two of the biggest steroid scandals in baseball’s history, the Jose Canseco/McGwire A’s and the McGwire St. Louis Cardinals, and now he wants to bring Mac back to the scene of one of the crimes.  I wrote about this years ago, and my case holds up to this day.  LaRussa has managed to skate through all these years without having any of this steroid stink stick to him.  Don’t buy this “Teflon Don’s” take on McGwire or anything to do with the steroids in baseball story.

The overlooked joke of this whole story is that Mark McGwire is coming back as the Cardinals’ hitting instructor.  McGwire is a guy who struck out once every 4 times at bat and was worthless at the plate when he didn’t hit a home run.  In his last year, after the steroids had ravaged his body, he had a .187 average, 56 hits with 29 home runs and 4 doubles.  He struck out 118 times in 299 at-bats, the 4th highest total of his career in about 40% fewer total at-bats for the season.

The bottom line is that Mark McGwire got another chance to come clean and he blew it.


OF CANSECO, McGWIRE AND BURROWS: WHISTLEBLOWERS AND DENIERS SQUARE OFF

In the interest of time I (being of complete immature mind) decided to merge a couple of stories into one measley post. I’m sure it’s not good for the search google whatever it is they do rankings but we all have to do our part to save the environment – Non sequitur notwithstanding.

Jose Canseco, Mark McGwire and Alex Burrows have each made sports headlines in their own unique way. Let us begin with The Rat, Jose ‘Don’t call me Josie’ Canseco.

I’ll tell you what, it’s easy perhaps even justified to dismiss Canseco as a snitch and to be skeptical of his motives. However, without him MLB would never have confronted the problem of steroid use. Canseco represents, uniwttingly I presume, the notion of remaining silent and whistleblowing. The cult of the whistleblower is being nurtured and even encouraged in the corporate and government ranks now (especially where national security is concerned) and it seems sports is facing its own version of that reality.

On one hand, yes, Canseco is a cheat without much credibility. On the other hand, he did step forward and most of what he has said, after much derision, has turned out to be true. And now Canseco, in light of Mark McGwire suddenly coming clean, is saying this is far from over. Methinks he may be right about that too.

Speaking of McGwire, he denies ever being injected by Canseco. A war of “you calling me a liar” has ensued following McGwire’s denial. He said, he said.

In this latest chapter, who should fans believe more? McGwire, when given the chance, never seized the moment to tell truth, choosing instead to “No comment” his way towards insulting baseball fans. Canseco, for his part, blew the lid right off the conspiracy of cheating in baseball. Moreover, McGwire’s about face seems way too calculated for my taste. There are too many “aw, come on! You expect us to believe that?” angles to the story.

Rockford! This file is for you!

Then there’s the whole blogging versus traditional aspect to all this. Journalists failed miserably on this story. My journalists, I mean every Tom, Dick, Larry, Tony, Rick, Bob Michael and Harry with privileged access to sports personalities and locker rooms. It astonishes me that NONE of those over at ESPN or NBC or Fox or where else, didn’t come across something that perked their ears. Or maybe they did and didn’t act on it.

In a journalism vacum where investigative reporting is dead, bloggers have temporarily come in to fill in the void left open by mainstream reporters and pundits. I say temporarily because sports blogging is evolving at a rapid pace. While the community is prepared to pick up what journalists have dropped, the reality is blogging remains unrefined and inexperienced to deal with serious issues. Moreover, the recipe (in some cases) for blogging success is sports gossip and I’m not so sure that’s any better.

Nonetheless, it plays a massive role in shaking journalists into doing their damn jobs. I really don’t care this writer was text by that athlete. In fact, that concerns me. How is a writer supposed to expose a problem when they’re way too chummy with organizations and athletes?

Some fear that if they actually do their jobs and cover negative stories, they’ll lose their press privileges. Confronted with the dilemma of getting access and writing fluff pieces and writing about the truth but with no access, journalists have made their choice.

Bloggers don’t have that problem. Thankfully, I say. When Ken Rosenthal made a stink about a blogger wondering about Raul Ibanez being a doper, I thought it was unfair. For two reasons. One, where were you with all the information you could have had regarding steroids? Writing Sosa-McGwire feel good stories like the rest of the damn sports community? Second, is it that unreasonable, given all that we now know, to make some educated assumptions about athletes who may cheat? Especially in cases where statistics suddenly inflate? Journalist leave bloggers no choice because of their unwillingness to dirty themselves in fear of wetting their own beds.

The sublime Bob Costas, another “Gate Keeper” to all things professional in sports, is also leaving some of us scratching our heads.  I wished he would have perused McGwire’s mind a little more in their talk.

I’m not saying he should focus on bad things or delve into the private lives of athletes (quite frankly, I really don’t give a shit about who A-Rod is banging and if St. Jeter is getting married. Incidentally, he may want to check with the Vatican to make sure this won’t affect his chance of being canonized), but I am saying don’t pass this as a “special report.”

Hey, McGwire is probably sincere but the stench of choreography is too much to ignore.

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Quick word on Vancouver Canucks forward Alex Burrows going medieval on referre Stephane Auger’s ass. Should he have done it publicly? Probably not. I would have told my coach – but that’s me. However, once in a while, it’s good that an athlete steps up and keeps things honest. I don’t know what went on and I’m not sure the NHL’s investigation into Burrow’s allegations will amount to anythng, but one thing is for sure, Auger’s calls were blatantly bad. It’s there for us to see. At the 24 second mark, can anyone explain to me how that’s bloody interference?

And this thing about officials saying nothing goes on is ridiculous. Anyone who has ever played sports at adecent level knows refs can be assholes and some do make things personal. I remember one time, playing soccer, a defender jumped and rammed his knee into my back to head a contested ball I did not end up challenging. The call went against me. Apparently, according to sources, the ref hated our town.

Shit like that happens all the time. Yes, the big leagues are complete different cat but is it that unreasonable to think Auger was a tad upset about something? Either that or he’s a terrible ref because those calls were pretty cheesey to me.