Wednesday, January 12, 2011

In which water freezes over in the South

Did you guys know that Nashville has a hockey team? They are called the "Predators," which apparently is this:


Which looks like a cross between a saber-toothed tiger and a wolf, if you blunted its teeth so it wouldn't bust free and kill everyone in the crowd.

Anyway, I went to my first Predators game last night (vs. the Wild, of course), and Nashville fans are... what is the nice word?... obnoxious. Now, I've been to Chicago Cubs games, and so I know that the logical opposite extreme to obnoxiousness is flirting and not paying attention to the game, and I absolutely prefer the obnoxious end of that spectrum. And also, attending hockey in the South I kind of expected that the stadium would be empty and the few people attending would laze about and not really understand what was going on. So, the first time there was a seemingly spontaneous cheer of "You suck!" (after the Predators' first goal), I kind of smiled. Then, when they chanted "Theeeeeodore*... Theeeeodore.... Theeeeeeodore! You suck! It's all your fault!" I was a little put off. And when they did the identical chants after every one of the Predators' five goals, I got a little ticked.

Here's my thing about booing. I get that these folks are paid millions of dollars, and they probably should be able to just deal with you chanting their name and yelling mean things at you. Certainly they can handle it better than I would, but I feel like that's not a license to be an asshole. Also, I hear people argue that it's "all part of the game," which I think is just not true.

We cheer and yell and scream when great things happen because we have been entertained, and because it's a visceral response of joy that we share, and that is what is beautiful about sports. And a loud, disappointed noise invariably goes up when the away team scores a goal, or someone misses a catch, or the ball is just short of fair, and that's beautiful too, because it is thousands of people all experiencing disappointment together and letting out a collective sigh for all the beauty they just missed and all the hope that they just lost. But when you take up chants, positive or negative, you're now consciously expressing your emotions and communicating them to your team and to the other fans and to everyone in the stadium. And maybe this is just irretrievably Midwestern of me, but I think you should keep your negative emotions to yourself. I'm sorry that you're upset about your team losing, but you don't have to be a dick about it. Even worse, don't be a sore winner.


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* The Wild's backup goalie: Jose Theodore. He did not have a good game.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Debate of the Day

So, while watching ESPN coverage of the Ohio State game and players' apologies for selling their football-related junk or at least exchanging it for tattoos, I was thinking once again about the issue of compensation and college sports. My big issue with the rules about compensation comes from the fact that someone does profit from it: the school sells tickets (which pay for the stadiums and the uniforms and the buses and all that, but in great Division I schools, some of that money is "left over") and jerseys with players' names and other memorabilia. I understand that allowing students to sell their own jerseys, or worse, play the game professionally, is fraught with all kinds of problems. I went to a Division III school with a laughable football team and was actually encouraged to attend by that fact. The last thing I want is for good academic programs to be undermined by kids playing a game. Nor do I want 18 year old kids to abandon their education to focus entirely on a career that has an outside chance (at best) of paying off.

But the fact is, that is already happening. It's a "problem" of our culture that we value sports to this ridiculous degree. We will pay $40 for a ticket to a baseball game and $50 for a jersey and $10 for a popcorn and whatever else. And in the majors, that money translates into massive salaries for players, and no that is not unfair: they are entertaining us and they deserve that portion of our ticket (though it would be pretty great if they'd pay concession workers a living wage and provide health insurance, etc, with all that money swimming around...). As long as we value college sports just as highly, I think that the players should get some portion of that value.

As an English major, I thought of it like this: if I wrote for my college newspaper, and they sold that newspaper at $10 a pop (because this is like the most popular college newspaper ever and apparently has naked lady pictures in it), but I did not get paid, would that be fair? What if then they decided to take the stories I wrote and bind them into a book and sell that at bookstores around the country and I still didn't see a dime? What if there were television shows about my writing and advertisers paid millions to put my name on their products, but I still sat in my dorm room, eating frozen pizzas?

Of course, from this arrangement I get a nice little resume boost, and the fame certainly will help me with publishers, but let's say I'm not allowed to even talk to those publishers until I leave the school newspaper, and those publishers are certainly not allowed to offer me any kind of advance, and in fact I'm not even allowed to write stories on my own time and publish them on the side, because then I'll be ineligible to write for the newspaper and lose my scholarship. And then what if my writing is actually pretty dangerous, because I write about skydiving and fighting in Iraq and my work on the offshore oil rigs, and all those stories get published and make a lot of money for other people and then right before I'm going to graduate and finally cash in on my fame and my resume points, a giant shark attacks me on a story and eats out half my brain and I can never write again. Now, I live out the rest of my life in a nursing home with someone wiping my ass and I can't even get the hot nurse because I have no money, and all the people that profited from my talent just move on to the next big thing.


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Bert Alert!

Bert Blyleven made it into the Baseball Hall of Fame today, on his second to last shot, with 79.7% of the vote (the minimum is 75%), which was a totally awesome birthday present to me, and also made it so I can stop being apoplectic about this podcast Houseboy shared with me last week in which Kevin Goldstein argues that an important consideration for getting into the Hall of Fame should be... "fame." Ok, yeah, it is right in there in the title and all, but I would dare to argue that famous for what should be kind of important, and if he concedes that Bert's stats make him more than worthy (which he does), then the question of how famous he is is inherently subjective. I'm sure there is a significant amount of subjectivity in the voting of a bunch of people who make their money writing about a game and probably ingest more nacho vitamins than can be healthy, but I can tell you as a raised but not born Minnesotan who watches the Twins broadcasts on the Extra Innings package every year, that if he wasn't famous enough then he's certainly famous enough now, and plus there is this:



Anyway, all of that doesn't matter now because he's in and so I'm happy... for now...

Friday, January 30, 2009

Superbowl Friday

Not to turn this into a total love-fest for MLB Network, but did you all know that the Superbowl is on Sunday?  I didn't.  Know why?  Because I haven't watched ESPN in weeks.  Also, there's the Joe Torre thing that's consuming everyone's consciousness, so thank goodness for snarkiness, amirite?

In other news, I feel bad for Torii if this is true, but I have to say I enjoyed the concept.  This is mostly because I really enjoyed watching the Tigers crash and burn and the Twins and White Sox come out of the rubble victorious, and seeing all the analysts on-air personalities suddenly scrambling to explain why the two teams they thought were worthless good-for-nothings were suddenly battling it out for first.  I resent, of course, that most of the focus was on the White Sox, who of course were "better than we expected" rather than "lucky," but you're not a Twins fan if you don't have a mild chip on your shoulder over media coverage.  

Also, Houseboy came up with what I hope is a brilliant parallel for the Twins next year in the 1983 Orioles.  They were beaten by the Brewers in a one game playoff in 1982, but came back the next year to win the division by 6 games.  Not to mention winning the World Series that year, which would be nice.  Not having Cal Ripken might make a difference, but we'll see. 


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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Thank you MLB Network

Just a little check-in here to let everyone know that I think the MLB Network might be the awesomest new invention in baseball since they made the bases screw into the ground.  I was skeptical, what with All Other News Media basically sucking at the teat of the Yankees and Red Sox, with the occasional tip of the hat to the Cubs and The Whoever Won the World Series Most Recently.  I figured this would be 24 hours of tributes to Yankee Stadium and in depth coverage of the Red Sox curse*.  

I was wrong, however.  It's only about 12 hours out of the day on MLB's golden teams!  The other 12 hours of the day, we get to hear about the year the METS won it all!  Or that time the BRAVES were good!  Or when the Pirates.... had those uniforms we all like!  I even caught an occasional Twins reference that did NOT have Kirby Puckett in it!**

Plus, Harold Reynolds, we love you.  We missed you.  Baseball Tonight has been a bleeding sore without you.  We're so happy you're back and telling us things we already know!  Yay you!


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* For realz, wasn't that curse broken?  I don't know much about curses, being a fan of a team that has been good when they have good players and bad when they don't, but it seems like two World Series ought to have taken care of them.

** You KNOW I love Kirby.  I just like some of the other guys too.  Remember Kent Hrbek?  What about Shane Mack and Chili Davis?  They were all right too.  I heard that Johann Santana used to be a Twin even.  


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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Other people's pain is my pleasure

That's right. I'm that bitter. After the crushing one game playoff defeat of the Twins, Walleye and I vowed not to watch the playoffs. It was going to be like 2005, where they just didn't exist and forever afterward when people mentioned it I'd say something disturbing and confusing like "Oh, 2005... the year they didn't have the playoffs because of the Robot Riots." Only replace 2005 with 2008 in this case.

But on the other hand, the Brewers did make it in, and Tampa Bay has this adorable underdog thing where people from Florida don't give a shit about baseball, and there are former Twins on the team as well as fun players named RRRRRRRRRRRRocco Baldelli and suchlike. So we just tuned in to see the scores and pretended we didn't.

And then awesome things happened like the Cubs getting swept. That made us very happy. And forgive me Jenny, but the White Sox getting eliminated in 4 games gave me tingling little feelings of happiness too, seeing as how I'm bitter and angry. Those two things combined almost outweighed seeing the f*%king Red Sox squoosh poor Torii Hunter and the other Los Angeles Undefeatables of Anaheim. Add in the Brewers losing it in 4 games too, though, and now I'm stuck rooting for Tampa Bay and the Phillies? Go Matt Garza!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The baseball gods like drama

So after losing their respective series to the Indians and the Royals, the White Sox and the Twins both managed to pull impressive wins out of their asses this afternoon. This forces the White Sox to make up the rain out with the Tigers and play 162 games like the rest of us. Interesting little tidbit in that game: reported probable pitchers are Freddy Garcia and Gavin Floyd, who were traded for each other (plus Gio Gonzalez, but who's counting) in 2006.

So, that's my contribution to the analysis of THAT game. Irony man. I think.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Hawk Harrelson has a way with words

Near the beginning of the White Sox game tonight as I was somewhere between the cobra and the downward dog position in my third round of Salutations to the Sun, I heard the best sports announcing moment since the inevitable awesomeness that comes from female weightlifting in the Olympics. Hawk Harrelson, of Jim Thome, "Ride Jim hard tonight and put him away wet." Well, I think the downward dog mutated into some kind of retching cow and then fell over.

In the end Jim was 0 for 3 and the Twins, hanging out in Toronto and taking Labor Day off like good Americans, caught up with the White Sox and now share first place. I hope Thome's not too wet wherever he is tonight.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Yesterday the best thing all season happened

I knew it was coming only hours before, but I'd been wearing the jersey from the moment I heard the news. I remembered the terrible day, more than four years ago, when I heard he was leaving us and the curse of my favorite players began. The camera followed him up the back hallways of the Metrodome, grinning from ear-to-ear and he looked almost as happy as I felt.

"What's up Minnesota! Eddie G's in the house!"

I about cried with happiness.

The Twins lost and I had a blinding migraine, but Eddie Guardado shut down the 8th inning with 3 pop flyouts in his triumphant return to the Twins. All is right with the world.

Friday, February 15, 2008

If someone else said it better...

So, I recently went to Twinsfest, where I took lots of pictures of my feet on the field turf and of Walleye with the soon-to-be-painted-over pictures of Torii Hunter on the walls, got my 1991 World Series newspaper signed by Kent Hrbek himself (who joked with Bert Blyleven while I hyperventilated), looked at models of the new stadium and celebrated Morneau's and Cuddyer's new contracts. And then I returned to Chicago and spent several weeks in denial over the loss of Santana to the Mets (don't even ask about Hunter--that's still a cruel joke as far as I'm concerned). I had been trying to figure out what to say about it, and then I saw this article in the Hardball Times, which pretty much says it all. I don't hate Santana for this; I hope he does well (though I personally wish it had been for the Brewers or some other more deserving NL team). I'm just about tired out with the bullshit that Twins fans have to put up with from ownership, and despite all my previous arguments about the small market the team is in, I can not BELIEVE that Hunter and Santana were not worth opening the purse strings for. I'm starting to really question whether this team can return to World Series caliber if the ownership is never going to see another Kirby Puckett that they will invest in.

Monday, November 12, 2007

In case anyone forgot how amazing the Brewers are...

Not that it's the only item that proves my brilliance, but even I must say my picks for the all-star game were pretty amazing. Let's look past my Holliday vision and right now focus on how third baseman Ryan Braun became the first Brewers Rookie of the Year since 1992 (Pat Listach). And for the added drama he edged out Rockies shortstop Troy Tulowitzki in the closest finish in history.

My dear, dear Ryan Braun- for whatever reason the eyebrows are working so keep it up! For those who don't know Mr. Braun got called up in the last weeks of May and then preceded to bat .324, led NL rookies with 34 home runs and a .634 slugging percentage. He drove in 97 RBIs and also managed to steal 15 bases.

I remain anxious for the pre-season....

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Why I Believe in Veronica Mars

In an odd way I find justice that the Yankees are falling apart at the seams. I too have loved things and seen them fall apart despite my well wishing. I have seen great programs (VM and the '05 White Sox) endure pain they have not deserved, and I have mourned that loss. But recently, Yank Manager and Yank A-lister have been rumored to be leaving the "heaven of all heavens" aka the Yankee uniform. Leaving at the same time and in a sort of two for one deal headed towards the same place, LA... of all the gin joints in all the world. Please keep in mind the stats of the oh so many far fleeted Yank play off attempts, the lack of trophies, dollars, and their horrible cost-effective ratio... but the celebrity stock of free time in-fielders on E TV had gone up...so it's a wash, i guess by NY standards. Although, the Yank drama wouldn't get signed by the WB and yet you can still purchase it on DVD. (No justice....)
Back to point. The Brewers and Twins are not rebuilding this off-season; they are not "looking" for new life and new motivation with millions of dollars at their whim. They are training, they are practicing and they are embracing being grounded, skilled and very talented. Right now they embrace being a part of something that works, despite the Yank attempts at dislodging that.
Best of luck to the Yanks this off season with their millions of dollars being put towards their "re-structuring" efforts, and their unpublished trade agreements. Maybe this time they can steal a Red Sox who may actually help, and if not they always have their dollars and the 90's.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Sometimes I just love the numbers.

Prince Fielder just hit homerun number 50. At his age, he is now the youngest to be hitting number 50, his pace is super natural, surpassing even mr. wonderful. Lots of more stats to supplement his greatness are readily available. Ryan Braun is at 33 homeruns, since mid-year. Nicely done sirs. Brewers are 2 games out, with more then 2 days left to play. Right now, I feel the math and the gods are in the Brewers favor. Drink up everyone, the end of the world may have to wait a season...

Saturday, August 25, 2007

it's not all about midwest love, the cubs are just as evil.

I remember when the Cubs were the Central League champions and were playing for the National League title against the Marlins. It was my first year of graduate school and we had just moved to Chicago from Milwaukee a year prior, and carried with us the typical Milwaukee angst for all things Chicago. However, I found myself that post season rooting for Chicago, rooting for the Cubs. For those 2 weeks I was cheering for the Cubs, and lots of those in my same bi-partisan frame of mind were doing the same. No harm done, right?
It has been brought to my attention that my hatred for the Yankees is based on “blind Midwest love” and a blanket appreciation for Midwest values that those fans from the east coast lack. This however, is not true. I know now that the Cubs are just as evil. There is a dying breed in baseball, and the Cubs and Yankees represent the unfortunate present and future of this sport where the purchased players win over the invested ones. I blame networks such as WGN and YES for spawning easy loyalty across the states, and bringing in half hearted, convenient fan revenue. The evil is rooted in celebrating high priced players, regardless of performance or means of purchase, in convenient fans who are easily swayed with excessive coverage, hyped up media, three-month mini-series, pink sport team shirts, high priced gimmicks and overpriced seating. This I feel the Cubs and Yankees have perfected. Do you have to win something before you can be hated? Is that why so many across the nation hate the Yankees, because of their past dynasty and their high priced “supposed” dominating players? No, its not all that. Fans hate the Yankees even if they haven’t stolen their players, even if they are in different divisions and leagues. Do you have to epically not win anything with a decent sized payroll to have a huge loyal fan base, is that why everyone loves the Cubs and Red Sox? No, because the Brewers and post 2005 White Sox have equally sob ridden histories and they have nowhere near the Cubs Red Sox following. I mean, one of the biggest goals of the White Sox is to become Chicago’s team, and regardless of winning the WST or being last in their division Chicago will never celebrate them and those truly loyal are still in small numbers. Does it all come back to the money? (In the comments I have posted a break down I found of the 2007/2006 payrolls and the payroll change.) I need to research player by player, salary relevant to individual and overall performance, somewhere there must be a logical explanation to why I find myself hating that the Cubs are the division rival to the Brewers more then I would the Cardinals. But yet, I am not comforted that despite the Brewers post all-star performance they are still in their position with 30m less to work with. Like I said, teams like the Brewers and the Twins represent the old way of managing and fielding baseball teams. It was proposed in an earlier post that its up to the Twins to do what needs to be done to keep Santana, that they need to play by these new business rules to stay competitive and give over the salaries that teams like the Yankees, and Cubs have defined, regardless of loyalty and investment. They have the means to do it; the ends are justified go-ahead drink the Yankee kool-aid, all ends up all right….
But, it’s not all right, it never will be. And if you cannot see why then I must assume you follow the likes of the Yankees and you can’t see all the harm that was caused by me just sitting and watching the Cubs for those brief weeks four years ago.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Baseball is about the stories

And it's time for my epic journey to unfold for you. I'm going to start in the middle, go back to the beginning and then jump to the end, because that is what works for me.

So, this weekend Houseboy and I (yes, I'm importing nicknames from my other blog, deal yo), decided to be whimsical and pack up the Blueberry and trek out to Minnesota for the 20th Anniversary of the 1987 World Series. There was a weekend of bobble heads, homer hankies and autographs in store for us. We enjoyed pizza and beer at the Leaning Tower, 3 blocks from our first apartment, wandered downtown in the drizzle and ate an Irish Breakfast at a pub on Nicollet Mall. Sunday morning we trekked over to the Metrodome around 10:15 am and stood in line in the rain for our Twins Hall of Famer Gary Gaetti Bobble Head Doll. Doors opened at 11 am and we were easily in the first 10,000 fans, through the door by 11:07 am. Once inside, I stopped to buy a Michael Cuddyer t-shirt. This process took slightly longer than it might have needed to since I had to agonize over whether I should be allowed to buy a Torii Hunter shirt given my track record with favorite players (as I stood there in my Eddie Guardado jersey). But, even so, I was in line for my Frank Viola autograph, heart aflutter, by about 11:13 a.m. We inched and we inched and we compared Wheaties boxes and commemorative plaques and made fun of the guy with the merry-go-round horse (how did he get that thing in there anyway), and generally there was a good atmosphere of fun and memories. Around noon a guy with a shit-eating grin informed us we were "on the bubble." About 12:15 pm he said that from the family in front of us back, we were "Probably not getting in." People started dropping out of line. But we also starting moving more quickly. I was nervous, but I had hope. At 12:29, I could see the table... there were only 30 people ahead of us and maybe 20 people behind us. Sure, he couldn't get to them all in one minute, but surely they could extend the deadline just a few minutes. But no. They shut it down. Just like that, at the stroke of 12:30 p.m., no ifs, ands or buts, it was over. And here's where it gets weird. I get this chokey feeling in my throat. My eyes are burning. And all of a sudden I have to crouch down by the wall and pretend to be figuring out how to fit all my memorabilia back in my backpack so no one will see me tearing up over not getting a 6' 4" man with a mustache to scribble on a piece of cardboard for me.

So, to go back to the beginning and possibly begin to explain this phenomena. I was born in Macon, Georgia in 1979, but I only lived there for about 9 months. The first home I knew was in what was then a small town in southern Minnesota and is now a sort of far-flung suburb. In 1985 we moved to Alexandria, Virginia for my mother to go to seminary. So, I went from half-day Kindergarten and a more-or-less stay at home mom, a small safe community with occasional loose farm animals and clean air and lakes, to a full day at school where they wouldn't let me bring my doll, my mom away all day, and I wasn't allowed outside of our apartment complex. The kids said "Coke" instead of "Pop" and "Cuss" instead of "Swear." There was almost no snow in the winter and, worst of all, seminary housing didn't allow dogs, so my Inky had to go live with my grandparents. Yes, my parents were hauled in for questioning at Child Protective Services on more than one occasion. Anyway, one bright spot in this was that on the walk to school there was a crossing guard who handed out baseball cards. At the ages of 6, 7 and 8, collecting the Twins players on these cards was like a lifeline to my parents' promise that this was temporary. We WERE going home. And, in the summer of 1987, we did. We moved to a smaller town, further south, in June or July of 1987. And as if they KNEW how much I had missed it and how much they had meant to me, the Twins went ahead and won a World Series that October, my first October in my second new school in 3 years. And if you know a thing or two about that series, you know that Frank Viola was one of its superstars. He continued to play for the Twins in 1988 and then got traded mid-season in 1989 and I swear I can remember the day I saw the headline, sitting on the stoop of a business on main street as I walked by... though that might be a completely manufactured memory, the feeling is the same. It nearly broke my heart.

So, cut back to my supreme embarrassment at being a 28-year-old verging on weeping in a sports complex. I gathered myself, went and bought a lemonade and found my seat, gazing down furtively at the card I had lovingly mutilated to make it say "Twins Win! Twins Win!" by folding down the "T" and "S". I was disappointed. I was almost determined to call the weekend a failure. But then, Johann Santana took the mound. It might be surprising to hear, but this was my first time seeing Santana live outside of Spring Training. And at the first pitch I knew everything was going to be all right. Ground out. Strike out. Strike out. Strike out. Strike out. Strike Out. MICHAEL CUDDYER HITS A F-ING HOME RUN. My heart just about exploded. There I sat, with the incriminating t-shirt in my bag. My admission that I was less worried about losing him than I was about losing Hunter. But he forgave me. He even went so far as to hit a home run to prove to me that I am NOT a curse. He is a lovely, lovely man. And the rest of the game recap goes something like this: strikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeoutstrikeout

That's 17 strikeouts. That's a team record. The man is a freaking miracle. We barely sat down the whole game. The feeling of the crowd was so odd... there was audible disappointment at the few ground outs. Downright uproar at Sosa's single. Someone behind me started the chant "Check his bat! Check his bat!" People forgot themselves and accidentally booed when Joe Nathan came in to close in the 9th. Then they remembered who he was and cheered psychotically. Then there was an error, and fans went tumbling down the stairs head over heels. It was pandemonium. I've never witnessed anything like it.

Moral of this entire story is, so help me Mike, if you say a WORD about Santana, his contract expectations, the likelihood of him going to the Yankees or anything like that in the next, oh, millennium, I will END you.

Postscript-- Here he is, in all his glory:


Thursday, August 16, 2007

I don't think Stark's article was very interesting at all

After hearing Rick Sutcliffe pronounce Justin Morneau's name as Morn-yo well into the 2007 season, I'm permanently resolved not to care what ESPN has to say about the Twins. A half-decade of ignoring good teams and great young players has earned them the gas face when they finally decide Minnesota is a worthy topic of conversation. But since Stark's bizarre survey of GMs has appeared I've now had several people try to hip me to it and I figure it's worth addressing specifically.

So we posed that question to GMs or high-ranking officials of five different teams: What would you do if you were running the Twins? Trade this man? Sign him? Keep him and trade him later? Keep him and sign him later?
I realize that Stark probably owes a great deal to his sources and needs to keep them anonymous, plus a GM publicly commenting on another team's player would be tampering. But can't we get a little bit more context than "GMs or high-ranking officials of five different teams"? Because I'd be much more interested in hearing the opinions of GMs from good teams that regularly deal with decisions like Minnesota's upcoming ones. We could have immediately disregarded the batch as Littlefield-infected if one of our "anonymous" sources had said, "They never should have let Santana reach his arbitration years without dealing him to the Cubs for Jose Hernandez, Matt Bruback, and Bobby Hill" but sadly there isn't any easy giveaway that Stark's sources are deficient and we're forced to look further.

"Sign him. Sign him. Sign him. Sign him," said one middle-market GM. "The longer they wait, the more the price tag just goes up. They really should have done this a year earlier. Then other things don't come into play. The [Barry] Zito contract. The [Mark] Buehrle contract. If you let it keep going, the market keeps changing."
I'm not an economist, but if there's some market changing going on between Zito and Buehrle, isn't it so far a good thing for the Twins? Buehrle's been better than Zito since the latter won his Cy Young in 2002, and I'm fairly confident the Twins would jump at the opportunity if Peter Greenberg called them and said his client wanted a deal just like Mark Buehrle's. The one thing I do know about economics is that something is worth whatever someone is willing to pay for it, which means it only takes one stupid team to set the market, as was the case with the Zito.

Buehrle was still controlled by Chicago when he extended with them, so there was only one team that could properly express what they were willing to pay for him, but using him as evidence for the Twins' neglect in not extended Santana already kind of fails. Buehrle only had three months until the end of his final contracted season and four months until the offers could pour in from other teams and his deal doesn't resemble Zito's that closely. Four years for a pitcher isn't exactly low budget-style prudence, but it's an entire universe away from Zito's risky seven year deal, and for less money annually. Santana has a year more than Buehrle did from getting desperate offers from teams willing to pay anything for relevance. Curiously, I think the GM cited here is right that Minnesota should have acted earlier, but I don't see how the Buehrle contract could do anything but encourage Minnesota if they want Santana back.

"You have to sign him as early as you can, because you'll get a better deal sooner, rather than later," said an official of one large-market team. "You don't want to wait too long and cause a [Carlos] Zambrano situation. The closer a guy gets to free agency, the more he thinks, 'Why should I sign now?' He could change agents. Anything can happen."

Remind me again what the Carlos Zambrano situation was. Because I was under the impression that the Cubs and Zambrano were nearly done on a 5y/80mm deal until the team went up for sale and talks on a contract that large needed to be tabled. That's another deal that would be a very team-friendly analogue for any Twins/Santana talks, except that the particulars of the Zambrano "situation" appear so bizarre that mimicking them seem somewhat impossible unless the Twins go up for sale in the next 15 months. And I think we can confidently rule that out as long as they're still playing in the Metrodome.

"As I look at their club," said the same executive, "their entire strength is pitching. They have some very good offensive players, but they don't have a good offensive club. So preserving the strength of their pitching has to be their first priority."
I'm comfortable admitting that I think this is completely backwards. The Twins' offense, which is most charitably termed "inconsistent" (They scored 19 runs in their three game series with the Mariners this weekend and I still came away wholly unimpressed with the lineup. That's not easy.) appears to need the sort of help that only suitcases full of unmarked bills to players like Bobby Abreu and Pat Burrell can buy. The current strength of the team's pitching seems like an argument for letting Santana walk and applying his cash to somebody actually capable of hitting a ball over an outfielder's heads. Somebody who isn't Jason Tyner. Somebody who could eat Jason Tyner.

I don't think that's what they should do, though. I'm just saying.

"He's the face of that franchise," said a large-market official. "He's their stability. They're going into a new stadium. They've got to sell tickets around something, and to me, it's got to be him. ... If they can't sign him, I think they'll have a real credibility hit. If they don't sign Santana, they could have a hard time selling season tickets in the new park."
Without making a judgment as to who should be the "face of the franchise", the correct answer is Joe Mauer. He's boring in all the ways people love in Minnesota. Plus, he's really, really good. I'd also dispute the idea that a single player can impact longterm season-ticket sales, unless his argument is that the team can't possibly win without Santana. That would make a lot more sense, and if he meant that he should have said it. I'd disagree with that too, though. The team went to the playoffs in 2002 and 2003 despite bizarrely limited use of Santana. The Twins will survive.

OK, let's count up all the $20-million-a-year players in Twins history. There would be ... well, um, eh ... nobody. Obviously. Because they're the Twins.
When we're done counting the $20 million players in Twins' history, can we count the $20 million players in MLB history? Because I only see five of them. Somebody can correct me on that point if I'm missing the other two dozen or so around the league. And three of those players are on the same team (though Rodriguez' contract was obviously signed with Texas). Are the Mets and Cubs cheap and destined to let their best players walk because they've never signed any twenty million dollar checks? Clearly, the Twins are thrifty. But this was a stupid, poorly-researched point. Sometimes I think I'm too hard on journalism when I call it the lowest form of writing. But I'm not.

Stark goes on to mention Radke, Hrbek and Puckett as possible counterpoints, then dismissing them as n"different players" than Santana. The revelation that Brad Radke is an entirely different person than Johan Santana is likely little surprise to his wife, and it's of equally little use to us if we're seriously trying to understand what the Twins might do with Santana. Besides, it still seems likely that Stark is over-particularizing the matter. The Twins paid Frank Viola the biggest contract in the league in 1989. The ended up trading him that very season, but there was a time when they said to Frank Viola "Yes, we'll pay you more than any other AL player". Kirby Puckett spent most of his career in the 90's as one of the top-10 salaries in baseball, and his 1992 contract with the Twins was a huge deal money-wise. They've spent big dollars before. We don't have any idea what sort of predictive value that has, but it's a lot more solid than "Because they're the Twins".

It's true they have a new ballpark coming in 2010. But how much money can one new park manufacture? However much it is, the Twins would need just about every one of those new-park dollars to keep all their stars working in the 612 area code.
This one doesn't pass the smell test. Can anybody get a handle on how much additional revenue a new stadium might generate over the Metrodome? Because just enough money to break even keeping these players seems on the low side. Even if they decided to let Santana and Hunter and Nathan walk and just pocketed it, that still seems like not enough to justify paying all of the lawyers and lobbyists and the construction/infrastructure costs the team agreed to pitch in on. I realize TV deals like YES are where the real money is, but with increased ticket and concession prices, the money from the naming rights, and those juicy, juicy luxury suites? I've got to think that's worth a lot more than Hunter/Santana/Nathan/Mauer/Morneau in 2010. And Mauer and Morneau are both under team control in 2010 anyhow. We already know Mauer's cost for that year. It's 12.5 million.

"They shouldn't trade him [this winter] because he's too good," the GM said. "The goal is to win, so they should go for it. If it doesn't work and they decide to trade him next year at the [trading] deadline, the return won't be much less next July than it would be this winter."
This is the most interesting thing anybody said in this article. I don't have any idea if it's true, but it is worth thinking about. Dave Cameron had a cool article for USS Mariner about deadline trades for upcoming type-A free agents and how often they're worth more than the compensation draft picks. I recommend it highly. He listed and analyzed most of the recent ones and the cream of the crop is Brandon Philips, Grady Sizemore, and Cliff Lee for Bartolo Colon. That would be a pretty good return, but there are a few curiosities that make that trade hard to use as an analogy for anything. The uncertain future of the Expos left Minaya in more of a "win now" mode than perhaps any GM has ever been, since "the future" everybody keeps planning for wasn't very likely. Plus, Sizemore ended up being the real reason people see that trade and whistle in admiration and he hadn't played above high-A ball when the move was made. Whatever Cleveland's intentions were, he seems a lot like "the other guy" when that trade was made.

If that's the high-end of possible returns if the Twins try to give themselves through next July to extend Santana, it's not a bad consolation prize. If the circumstances of that trade are too unique for it to have any comparative value, then the runner-up is probably John Buck, Mark Teahen, and Mike Wood for Carlos Beltran. And that's a long, long fall. It's worth thinking about, in any event.

"So I don't envy Terry Ryan at all. He knows what he's got. What I don't know is what he's going to do."
What a delightfully useful conversation ender. I appreciate at least one person who either doesn't possess foreknowledge of the Twins' moves. Or maybe he just has the good manners not to give away the ending. If we're guessing, I think one of Santana or Hunter will be on the roster when the new park opens. Not zero and not two. My present guess is Santana, but if Hunter re-signs this off-season then I'm not going to change my guess. And I don't think Santana will pull 20 million dollars annually even if he does go to free agency. Zito is scheduled to make that much in 2013, and I'm guessing he'll be the first pitcher to do it when that happens.

I think the depth of cheap pitching talent at or above AAA for the Twins is enough to survive without Santana, assuming the money is spent elsewhere (I'd like to repeat my plea for somebody who can hit the ball over an outfielder's head) and payroll isn't cut. That sounds like a big assumption, but the only payroll cut I know of is about 2mm from 2003 to 2004, when they actually got better. They raised it 15 million between 2002 and 2003. It was nearly a 40% increase. The team isn't afraid of spending money. They're just afraid of spending it badly.

Pohlad can afford it, but if he's concerned about Santana tanking or getting injured and then paying him to sit on the DL then why should he? I'm losing interest in "the credibility of the franchise" being preserved, particularly when it's coming from Stark or ESPN. The Twins never had credibility to those people, and they've managed to inconvenience them by winning pretty frequently anyhow. And I similarly reject the need to preserve credibility for the casual Twins fan. These are the same talkradio-listening chuckleheads who thought trading Castillo was a huge disaster and that Joe Mauer's .305/.396/.435 line from the catcher position has been a real problem for the team. They should take whatever team Terry Ryan gives them and be happy it didn't come with a kick in the teeth. Or call in to Chad Hartman and whine about Mauer's RBI totals. Whichever, as long as they don't expect anybody to listen or care what they think.

Basically, I don't think credibility and winning are linked in any meaningful way when it comes to the Twins. The Twins will be met with the same shrug of indifference if they win or lose, which is unpleasant on certain occasions but is delightfully punk rock at most times. Stark and his semi-literate ilk can pretend to care about the Twins, but what they really care about is Santana because he's a story our corporate masters have approved for consumption. He's too good to ignore, but too geographically inconvenient for a simple baseball story. So we get this predictably self-interested piece from the East Coast guardians of baseball culture: Santana is leaving because the Twins wont pay him.

The Order of the Universe?

A well balanced article from Jason Stark analyzing the options for resolving the Johan Santana situation is linked below. The most poignant part of this article for me, based on our discussion from the other week is the part which discusses the need to sign him as an investment; to maintain the organization’s credibility as it opens a new stadium. Can the market support a $20M+/year contract? I’d guess not. Can Carl Pohlad afford it? Absolutely.

http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&id=2965174


-MK

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Porcello Signs

First-round pick Rick Porcello and the Tigers agreed to a four year, 7.3 million dollar Major League contract late yesterday evening. The article has all of the relevant details, including a brief sketch of the ins-and-outs of signing 18 year olds to MLB contracts as well as a delightfully bizarre use of the word "ironic". MLB.com correspondant Jason Beck writes, "His [Porcello's] advisor, Scott Boras, compared his talent to that of Josh Beckett when he was drafted out of high school in 1999. Ironically, current Tigers president and general manager Dave Dombrowski selected Beckett in the same role with the Florida Marlins."

I think the same GM giving huge signing bonuses and MLB deals to more than one high school pitcher isn't ironic at all, but it's been awhile since I was forced to deal with exact definitions of complicated literary terms like "irony". As I understand it though, a certain deviation from expectation is usually an important characteristic of irony. Dave Littlefield or Kevin Towers throwing a garbage bags full of million dollars bills at Porcello would be ironic.

Instead of arguing about whether or not this is a good thing, since the goodness of this thing seems largely an issue of perspective, I'd mostly like to add that I'm really looking forward to "Rick" becoming THE cool first name again. I don't think the United States has had a name that was so obviously a marker of badassery since, well, the last time the name "Rick" was cool, an era that ended in the late 80's. The young Mr. Porcello was born in late 1988, which means makes him a sort of once and future king of Rick-ness.

We're standing at an important moment in history.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Match Game Answers

A. Greg Maddux
B. John Smoltz
C. CC Sabathia
D. Roger Clemens
E. Ben Sheets
F. Jake Peavy
G. Boof Bonser
H. Dontrelle Willis
I. Kerry Wood
J. Tim Wakefield
K. Francisco Liriano
L. Jason Jennings

Neat fun, this match game! What's interesting to me isn't just that some great pitchers struggled as youngsters, but the degree to which their young selves often didn't often even resemble their older selves. Greg Maddux and CC Sabathia had rough times finding the plate and Ben Sheets didn't miss that many bats. Obviously, rookie-ish pitchers with crazy breakout performances aren't impossible, but I think that Liriano/Verlander/Weaver really raised the expectations of a lot of fans last year. TINSTAAPP was always silly, but now it's been largely disregarded except by the GMs that would get canned if they put five 23 year olds in their rotation on opening day.

That's of course, almost what I want Terry Ryan to do in 2008 as I'd be totally pleased to see Santana playing the part of wiley vet along with Francisco Liriano (24), Matt Garza (24), Boof Bonser (26) and some combination of Glen Perkins (25), Kevin Slowey (24), or Brian Duensing (25). Speaking of Duensing, he's put up a 2.56 ERA in 91.1 IP at Rochester this season. He doesn't seem to be regarded as the higher profile pitching prospect on the level of all the other Twins I've named here, but he looks like a fine candidate for a back-of-the-rotation guy as he strikes out a few guys, keeps the ball in the park and doesn't walk many batter. Furthermore, he's slightly interesting for a shift in his peripherals since being promoted to Rochester when he turned into a fairly extreme groundball pitcher. The delightful minorleaguesplits.com confirms this as his balls-in-play are distributed as 120 on the ground and 104 in the air compared to a 72:85 ratio at New Britain. He's not getting particularly lucky either, posting a fairly average .302 batting average on balls in play.

So do we believe a pitcher can change personalities in this way? I'm not a scout, but when I think of groundball specialists, I think of big, tall, righthanders and not 5'11" lefties like Duensing. The great ones are anomalies, but the good ones are usually predictable and he's a bit weird for my taste. But depth is depth and Minnesota could have enough MLB-ready starters to fill Rochester's rotation so it's not like everybody's waiting with baited breath to see if Duensing becomes the next... Kenny Rogers? I don't know. He's a bit taller but that was the best I could do.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Match Game

Here's some pitching lines from a bunch of current starters' first year with 100(ish)+ IP:

A. 155.2 IP, 6-14 W/L, 101 K, 74 BB, 17 HR, 5.61 ERA, 1.64 WHIP
B. 208 IP, 12-11 W/L, 168 K, 72BB, 15 HR, 2.94 ERA, 1.12 WHIP
C. 180.1 IP, 17-5 W/L, 171 K, 95 BB, 19 HR, 4.39 ERA, 1.35 WHIP
D. 133.1 IP, 9-4 W/L, 126 K, 29 BB, 13 HR, 4.32 ERA, 1.31 WHIP
E. 151.1 IP, 11-10 W/L, 94 K, 48 BB, 23 HR, 4.76 ERA, 1.41 WHIP
F. 97.2 IP, 6-7 W/L, 90 K, 33 BB, 11 HR, 4.52 ERA, 1.42 WHIP
G. 100.1 IP, 7-6 W/L, 84 K, 24 BB, 18 HR, 4.22 ERA, 1.28 WHIP
H. 160.2 IP, 14-6 W/L, 142 K, 58 BB, 13 HR, 3.30 ERA, 1.28 WHIP
I. 166.2 IP, 13-6 W/L, 233 K, 86 BB, 14 HR, 3.40 ERA, 1.21 WHIP
J. 92.0 IP, 8-1 W/L, 51 K, 35 BB, 3 HR, 2.15 ERA, 1.21 WHIP
K. 121.0 IP, 12-3 W/L, 144 K, 32 BB, 9 HR, 2.16 ERA, 1.00 WHIP
L. 185.1 IP, 16-8 W/L, 127 K, 70 BB, 26 HR, 4.52 ERA, 1.46 WHIP

Here is your bank of names to choose from:

Jake Peavy
Greg Maddux
Tim Wakefield
Dontrelle Willis
Roger Clemens
Francisco Liriano
John Smoltz
Jason Jennings
CC Sabathia
Kerry Wood
Ben Sheets
Boof Bonser

No cheating. Ready, Set, Go!