Showing posts with label Baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baseball. Show all posts

Sunday, August 24, 2014

First to Worst, then Back to First? (A. Littlefield)

Rusney Castillo, and a bunch of other reasons the Sox will be at the top of the AL East next year
Call this piece a wish list, a dream, anything really. This is my list of optimistic, idealistic reasons, why the Red Sox will be in the hunt for another title next year. To address some of the questions that may arise: No, I have not been drinking. Yes, I really think some of this might happen. Castillo is awesome; we might as well go all in on some pitching and a trade for Stanton.

1.       Tampa doesn’t have David Price anymore. That’s kind of a big deal. He’s a perennial Cy Young contender and now he’s in a different division. That’s a gift from god. Boston is about the only team that can hit him regularly so it’s nice to see his 18-ish wins elsewhere.

2.       The Yankees suck. Like bad. Like name someone outside of their outfield not named Derek Jeter.  And chances are you can only name one of the three outfield starters. Right now they have Stephen Drew on second(Offense isn’t important, defense wins championships, like, duh), Chase Headley on third(one good year does not a superstar make), Teixeira on first(he’s going downhill faster than Picabo Street), and McCann is hanging out behind the plate being totally average. Let’s go BoSox, we got this next year.

3.       Jon Lester wants to come back. The letters, the leaks, as long as ownership doesn’t go all Ebenezer Scrooge on the first offer, he’ll be back here. And even more importantly, we need him. We’re about to be incredibly young, and crazy athletic. I’m going to readdress this later. Because bet on it now, he’s coming back.

4.       We can now package Jackie Bradley Jr. who still has crazy upside with possibly Mookie Betts and Alan Webster (maybe) for Giancarlo Stanton. We can also throw in Allen Craig and Will Middlebrooks (since he married Jenny Dell I’ve been hoping they send him to the North Korean League). Miami likes young guys and they aren’t even close to willing to pay Stanton what he’s worth. This prospect brings me back to #3…

5.       (Actually 3b.) Lester is coming back. He would be pitching with an outfield that has two uber-athletic Cuban defectors and Stanton. All three play defense and two out of the three have hit balls that are somewhere between Mars and Jupiter by now. We’re going to have offense. Try to figure out how you put together a lineup that includes Pedroia, Cespedes, Napoli, Ortiz, Bogaerts(If he performs as expected), and Stanton. Correct answer: Pick names out of a hat and watch the offense destroy opposing pitching. What pitcher would look forward to that line-up?

6.       Castillo, where this all began. We gave him 72.5 for 7 years. By comparison we gave Stephen Drew 10 for 1 year and we knew he didn’t have any upside. Castillo is 27, the same age Abreu was this year, and he’s already polished as a defensive and offensive player. He can play short, he’s best in center, and he’s filthy good. The hype is that he looks like Puig or Andrew McCutchen… yeah, they compared him to Cutch. We’re about to see one hell of an outfield.

7.       Boston is an Irish town, so we’ll end on lucky number seven. Cespedes’ Arm, nuff said. If you don’t know what I’m talking about you should watch this, or this, or this… or this if you need to be reminded of his 2013 Home Run Derby performance. He crushes dreams with his arm, crushes balls with his bat.

It’s Boston; we’ll sign some people, trade some people, and be back in it next year. This isn’t the mid-late 90’s, this is post-curse baseball. 2015 is going to be a great year. Worst to first to worst to first… it can and will be done.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Fading Popularity of Baseball (By: A. Littlefield)

It’s an often debated subject among talking heads, especially in the dog days of summer leading up to the beginning of the NFL preseason schedule. You may have pondered, or even created a list, of the things that irritate you in baseball; proof it still has real estate in many fans’ hearts. Over the years we’ve witnessed scandal in the form of steroids, absence in the form of lock out, and boredom in the form of the ever expanding length of the game. Yet, tickets still sell, salaries still rise, and Bud Selig still does… whatever it is he does.

Steroids tarnished the national past time to many, but why? We sat idly by as craniums expanded and home runs grew in length with little complaint aside from the occasional qualm related to the bravado of one of our titans. Few seasons have been as exciting as the McGuire and Sosa showdown to break Maris’ record, and honestly, none since. I remember it well, the special images in every magazine from Time to Sports Illustrated, the daily counts and updates, and all this occurred in the initial uprising of the 24-hour news cycle. And yet, the one thing that was drawing people to the game was fueled by possibly the greatest flaw ever to be “uncovered” in a major professional sport. We blamed greed, we were fraught with concern over the perception among young, impressionable minds, and we ignored how much we loved it.

Since Selig “cleaned up” the game we’ve watched homerun totals drop, the occasional aberration still occurs (see Cabrera/Davis last year), but it’s not nearly the same because we’ve become skeptics. We doubt that there is natural ability behind the improbable and after every awe-inspiring stat line there is someone raising the question of the ever looming presence of performance enhancing drugs.

Before the recent past we admired the arrogance of our greats, namely Alex Rodriguez. The idol, a natural talent, but clearly just as flawed as those who came before him which further engrained doubt in an otherwise contented psyche of ignorance. Barry Bonds, who crushed the record we watched broken by McGuire, but will be forever overshadowed by his reputed anger and abuse of teammates and staff.

Among this dark era, the 24 hour news cycle emerged and created the collective ADD we have developed. We want highlights, we want to watch the incredible every second of every game, and no sport is as ineffective at delivering this satisfaction as baseball. Three hour games, built on a foundation of walk-up music, player rituals, and ever more inhibiting rules. Part of the excitement is angry managers, rivalry fueled shenanigans leading to occasional brawls, and brash behavior by immaturity. We’ve lost this in the regulatory reform brought on by the fear that these behaviors damage the fragile “brand” that is the MLB. No one considers that the casual fan loves to see confrontation, or that it breaks up the monotony we’ve come to expect.

Beyond this, you have inflated ticket prices diminishing access to many fans. For the casual, and many avid fans, TV broadcasts are almost entirely intolerable and the live experience is now reserved for the fortunate few. Boston has the highest average ticket price and unless you plan to buy a scalped ticket immediately before the game you’ll be forced to pay a premium for often sub-par seating behind a pillar, high up and away from the game action, or standing room only. For the average family it’s not worth the hassle and the next generation of baseball fan is missing the joy of baseball. This in turn has led to shrinking tee ball, farm, and little league numbers because kids don’t have the patience to watch baseball or understand the nostalgia the older fan feels towards this beautiful game. We can’t rightly expect owners to operate teams as non-profit organizations but with the cost of concessions rising at the same rate as tickets you would think there was room to make the product more accessible.

From my perspective, baseball is still a beautiful game. Nuanced by the application of sabermetrics to scouting, evolved by the new breed of manager that obsesses over such things, we’ve witnessed a bloom in competitive equality. We get to see highlights of almost every game and watch pennant races unfold in real time and still, we have degraded our allegiances in the process, in turn undermining the popularity of the game over the player.

My Solutions to these problems:
We can only hope that the next commissioner can revitalize the aspects of the game that bring the passion of the fan back to the game. If I was sitting in the commissioner’s seat my first act would be to impose a hard cap similar to the other major sports with a luxury tax system that splits the proceeds equally among the other teams to either split among their players or spend in addition to the cap, thus creating more competitive equality.

To increase the availability of tickets to a wider audience I would impose a ticket lottery system so that face value tickets are available to more fans. A lot of the large market teams sell out frequently, or every game and tickets are then only available on the secondary market for much higher prices. In this system a certain percentage of every game’s tickets will be reserved for this process so that “sold out” games don’t increase the secondary market prices as much and purchasing tickets is less about the inflated prices on the secondary market (sorry StubHub). Every time you successfully buy tickets you can enter the lottery again but priority will be given to people who haven’t previously bought tickets, thus, exposing a larger audience to the game.

The one problem I don’t see a clear cut solution for is game length; it’s hard to impose limitations without impeding the mental aspect of the game for different players. Some pitchers gain their advantage by pitching quickly and speeding up the adjustment for a batter, and inversely the batter taking a longer period to step into the box throwing off a pitchers game flow. While it seems obvious that a timer on each of these respective processes would solve it, how do you keep both players in check without favoring one or the other in the process? With the pitcher, being forced to throw within 5 seconds of receiving the ball from the catcher means that they will benefit from a distinct rhythm in their game, whereas a batter would need to be back in the box within 3 seconds to allow the pitcher time to get the pitch off inhibiting the ability to adjust gloves or reapply pine tar.

As of 48 games into the season, games were averaging 3 hours and 5 minutes up from 2 hours and 48 minutes last year. The rules state a pitcher, when the bases are unoccupied, must deliver the ball within 12 seconds or the umpire is to issue a ball. To solve this problem in an equitable fashion I believe imposing a limit on time outs called by a batter, and giving the batter 4 seconds from the time a pitcher steps on the rubber to be in the box ready to receive the pitch. Also, a pitcher would be limited to 3 pick off throws per batter so after every hit or out it resets, which is actually beneficial because statistics have shown that when a pitcher doesn’t throw over to check a runner the catcher is significantly more likely to successfully throw him out. After that, a limitation placed on time between innings would be slightly more lenient but keep games to a reasonable pace. If you averaged 3 minutes between half innings, and 18 seconds per each pitch (based on an average of 300 pitches a game) you would achieve a game time of 2 hours and 21 minutes. This would effectively reduce games from their current time by approximately 25%, obviously things such as the 7th inning stretch, special ceremonies, and the mascot races held at some parks would expand this marginally, but for many parents bringing children that half hour makes the difference between one more trip to the bathroom, another hotdog, and a total tantrum and peaceful uninterrupted bliss (as if).

Lastly, Steroids. Yes, Steroids. It’s time for harsh penalties. From now on, you get caught, you’re gone for a full season, and a second test is a lifetime ban. It’s time to stop giving second chances with no serious consequence for something that hurts competitive equality so much. They make it a clear cut issue, list the substances, and yet, players still do it. In stark contrast, for the “Steroid Era” we need to allow them in the hall of fame because they created hype when there was none. Baseball owes almost as much to steroids in the 90’s as they do to Jackie Robinson for breaking the color barrier. Briefly, to explain this comparison (Breaking the color barrier is way beyond steroids, but similar), without Robinson we would have missed many of the most exciting players in baseball history entirely. Young, black athletes would have been discouraged from pursuing a career in baseball and thus, we would have missed all of the great moments their presence created.  Now, back to steroids. For kids hitting their playing age in the mid-late 90’s, nothing was cooler than watching those juggernauts hit 400 foot shots. McGuire and Sosa was a season for the ages. There hasn’t been a season since that was as exciting as that, and in all likelihood there will never be. I had the posters torn from every magazine on my wall highlighting the home run counts and all I wanted was to smash a baseball the way they did. Sosa was reserved, could barely speak any English, but clearly worked harder than anyone and hustled the way Pete Rose did. McGuire was composed, massive, and looked like the American dream in a Cardinals uniform. Between the two of them we had everything to bring fans from every walk of life into the moment. But back to the topic at hand, from now on, positive tests result in 162 game bans and then a lifetime ban, and the burden of proof for appeals falls entirely on the player. As substances evolve we can reconsider the issue but for now with the dangers associated with PEDs and the single significant point that they are illegal in the United States, there is no other way to approach it. Kids should not have their role models using these substances, as I did in the 90’s.

Baseball is beautiful. Flawed, eccentric, and nuanced, it is a game of finesse and power. With such wonderful storylines at the end of each season and the passion of cities behind their teams as they fight to become the kings of the October Classic, it’s hard to ignore the allure of the ballpark. Changes need to be made for the sake of inclusivity, competitive balance, and sustainability. Hopefully the next commissioner, Rob Manfred, is up to the task, but for now we are stuck pondering the possibilities and for the love of all things holy thank god it wasn’t Tom Werner chosen to succeed Bud Selig.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Why We Love to Hate, or Hate to Love the Bat Flip (By: Adam W. Littlefield)


Although it is merely a simple gesture of achievement, nothing seems to incite a pitcher, or fan’s, rage more than the bat flip. Chris Archer kisses his bicep; Fernando Rodney shoots an arrow, and Jose Valverde goes generally nuts, but yet, we never get upset at pitcher’s who celebrate recording that crucial out. Strikeout or groundout, the pitcher celebration is, for some unknown reason, more socially acceptable among fans and analysts alike. They celebrate getting out of a jam, getting the last out of a monotonous inning, and pretty much anytime something goes their way, fist pump or otherwise.

Earlier this week David Ortiz, hereafter referred to as Papi, reignited a stagnate beef between the Red Sox and Rays with a throw of the bat and a nonchalant jaunt around the base paths. Slightly more inflammatory than some of his other post-hit activities, this was obviously a calculated act in the wake of David Price’s “bigger than the game comments” by one of the ultimate head gamers in today’s game. A little whiny, definitely brash, always entertaining, Papi loves his role as the big bat. Yelling at umpires, official scorers, and journalists, his opinions are rarely a cause for speculation and he obviously wanted Archer (that day’s pitcher) and the Rays to know how he felt.

But why is it such an upsetting act? Yes, over the top, but it’s a mere toss of the bat. Was it the casual stroll after the fact or the initial throw? In any case, as fans we tend to side with the pitchers. The bat-flip shows lack of respect for the game, for the opponent, and pretending something done about five thousand times a year is special seems to be a bit much to most.

I however, don’t share this opinion. If I could step to the plate against someone throwing mid to high 90’s heat and turn it into a souvenir, I’d probably toss the bat into the air while singing “God Bless America”, cartwheel around 1st, crab walk to second, and skip to third followed by a brief tea party at home plate catered by some well-reputed steak house and mouth kiss the cute blonde sitting above the dugout, or not. Either way, that was fun to ponder.

Yasiel Puig has also become known for his own shenanigans, but his problem is that he’s too young. For the most part there isn’t a pitcher willing to throw at the average veteran player after a small show-up. Likely a colossal pain in the ass (ex: showing up late, speeding tickets, etc.), Puig has survived defection, and turned into one of the rising stars in a league that has lost a lot in the last few years. This back story, coupled with transcendent talent, says to me the dude deserves a fair amount of levity, not a shared opinion by any stretch. He’s a five-tool player that plays hard, plays flashy, and regularly wows even the most avid fan, but yet, we can’t stop hating him for something so trivial.

Like the Dodgers metaphorically tea-bagging the Diamondback’s pool, we will forget Papi’s shenanigans… kind of, if YouTube ceases to exist, but until that day, we hate. Like all great things, we need a villain. We need to hate so we can love, enjoy the venom of truly despising one’s minor transgressions, and eventually forgive. Hate is the only emotion stronger than love in the sport’s fans arsenal and nothing brings it out more clearly than a well-timed bat flip.

I’m pretty old school for the most part, I loathe that we legislated out the home plate collision and won’t allow pitchers to throw at players to protect their own, but I just don’t see why a bat flip followed by a reasonably paced trot is such a crime. A home run is a beautiful thing… unless you’re behind. Act like you’ve been there before is probably the most important statement any player can be reminded of. If you hit a game-tying, lead taking, or game winning bomb then you get to do what you want. If you hit one that tacks on an extra run or two in a 6-2 game, just toss the bat near the bat boy, waltz around the bases graciously and don’t show up your opponent, please, or else I’ll blog you to death, mostly because I can’t stand 24 hours of ESPN talking about it.