19 March 2005
A double-header today, as two events occur this week that move me to comment.
Playing with the Hot Potato
Thanks to a nasty virus, I found myself home on Thursday and therefore able to watch the Steroid Hearings from the U.S. Congress. To be honest, I'd not given steroid use in baseball much thought, being one of a group of apathetic fans whose numbers are apparently quite small. However, the hearings changed my attitude considerably, which is probably a vindication for those who wanted them held.
The hearings were shown on C-Span, the American public service cable channel, and also on the Interactive Baseball Network. (For some reason, the broadcast of the latter got difficult to watch as soon as the Commissioner began to be questioned by Representative Christopher Shays, a Connecticut Republican. The stream kept breaking down. I only insert that for the record, one can draw one's only conclusions.)
The hearings convinced me that Something Must Be Done. The Commissioner, of whom I am no friend, insisted that any deal had to be arranged with the Players' Association. The Players' Association tried to avoid the issue, for various reasons connected with privacy and hostility toward a management that has not made any secret about its desire to pay the players less, and which has used every weapon in its arsenal to make the players look bad because a minority of them earn an awful lot of money. This is where poor labour relations will get you, and those poor labour relations can be laid squarely at the doors of the owners, who are trying to recover some of the ground they started losing a very long time ago.
So What Is to Be Done? The Congresspeople made some serious errors in their questioning, being politicians, and largely apparently unprepared. Most significantly, several seemed to find it difficult to separate the criminal matter of steroid abuse from the administrative discipline by an employer. It is not MLB's job to send people to jail. However, MLB can elect to impose a punishment for breaking steroid laws or, indeed, any law. (I'd like to see serious action taken against drunk or dangerous driving.) MLB has negotiated with the Players' Association a five-stage disciplinary procedure that has drawn a lot of mockery. Only on the fourth offense is a player banned for as long as a month. Nothing is mentioned in the press release announcing the policy of any records accomplished prior to a positive test.
The key point, as far as the fan is concerned, is that using illegal PED (Perfomance Enhancing Drugs) is cheating. Cheaters must have their victories taken away to preserve the integritry of any sporting contest. Unfortunately, a lot of effectively racist people use the whole steroids-in-baseball issue as a way to get at Barry Bonds, now approaching the white Babe Ruth's home run record. U.S. Senator Jim Bunning certainly was implying something about some ballplayer, although he named no names. Whatever system is adopted really needs some way of indicating that records may have been tainted by cheating, but leave it open for people to make their own conclusions about their validity. The notorious * against Roger Maris's 61 home runs may not have ever really existed, but future records that have been accumulated by users of illegal PED should have something like that appended.
The Koran of Baseball
On Friday, the day after the hearings, my 2005 BPro (Baseball Prospectus) finally arrived. It had been delayed because at the same time I had ordered another book, which the publisher subsequently delayed.
I'm not a big fan of BPro, although I like to read it. To my mind, BPro has embraced a number of dogmas, to the point of seeming a religion. Year after year, the book is filled with a few simple lessons that it hammers home repeatedly. In one sense, I'd compare it to Islam if one wanted to regard the Jewish, Christian and Muslim religions as related. There was the original religion of raw stats, then some fellows got together to analyse those stats to see what they said about the past, and then BPro got into the act with 'performance analysis' and its other Pillars of Prospectus. Unfortunately, the message of BPro sometimes drowns out or pushes aside valuable commentary about players and teams. Here's a short review of how 2005 BPro covered my main areas of interest.
The Montreal Expos: There is an article in the 'Fungoes' section which is mostly about the Nationals, but of course mentions the Expos. Derek Zumsteg makes some errors about team history, which detract considerably from his vote of support that the best place for the Expos was in Montreal. The 'Washington Nationals' analysis makes some specious case that having Minaya move to the Mets while the season was still being played was some kind of slap in the face of fans of the Expos by MLB. It didn't feel that way to me at the time. The rest of the Expos content in this chapter is a useful summary of the incompetence and nastiness that the team experienced under MLB ownership.
The Arizona Diamondbacks: BPro has been alerting us about the death of the Phoenix team for some time now. In the 2001 edition, they said the team needed to rebuild.I guess they did, quickly. In 2002, they predicted it would be a long time before this Phoenix arose out of the desert. So the D'backs won their division. In 2003, they only finished with a winning record, out of the playoffs. BPro's forecast finally came right in 2004, just as a note of caution entered their writings ('75-85 wins'). Funny, now they are more sympathetic, suggesting that in spite of some questionable free agent signings, the D'backs have a few useful prospects. One can see why I have some sympathy towards this team. They defied the prophets of the art of prediction for some time.
The Florida Marlins: This is one of the worst essays I have read so far in the book. I think the Marlins are in an interesting situation. Either Castillo and Gonzalez aren't as good as they were in 2003, or they could reach those levels again. Will Burnett and Beckett live up to their promise? What do comparisons with other players say? How desperate was their need for left-handed power? The Marlins' future in a potentially tough and exciting division rests, in my mind, on matters like these. Instead, we're treated to a two-and-a-half page explanation of why the Miami market is dead, and how Las Vegas will be the team's salvation. It's up to the reader to piece together his own answers to questions using the player remarks. Sorry guys, but that's sub-standard work.
So that's a shrug of indifference, one thumbs up and a thumbs down. I don't think that's good enough for a book with such glowing quotes on the back from important people in baseball. It's still worth having, because they perform better in some other chapters (the Cubs' one, for example), but they ought to be able to do well across the book.
There's also a heavy-going article about Win Expectancy which looks interesting; but I fear my brain is too addled with painkillers to attempt that just now. But hey, I wouldn't have seen the hearings if I hadn't been under the weather.
12 March 2005
Where Do I Go Now?
In 1973, the American League introduced the Designated Hitter rule. Having been born in Detroit, I was an enthusiastic fan of the Tigers. However, even at the age of twelve I was already a person who believed that tradition has a great value, and that losses resulting from making changes should be weighed carefully against any gains. The point being that I disliked the Designated Hitter rule from its inception, and in 1973 abandoned Tigers (and any other American League team) so long as this dreadful rule remained in effect.
Coincidentally, I found that my little transistor radio was able to get a signal from Cincinnati. Pete Rose was at that time one of my favourite players. (Now there's a story for another day.) So I became a Reds' fan, just in time for the glory days of the Big Red Machine.
As I got older, and learned more about baseball history through the books of Harold Seymour, my sense of tradition turned me in the direction of Wrigley Field, and its absence of lights. This coincided with the Cubs' storming early season of that year. Although I could not hear Chicago on my little transistor, I followed the team closely through the pages of The Sporting News.
Another story for another day is my connexion with Canada. However, needless to say, the Montreal Expos also caught my eye in the late 1970s. By this time, however, I was already thinking about my higher education, and in a third story for another time I went to England.
It was very difficult to follow baseball on the wrong side of the Atlantic in the late 1970s and early 1980s. I remember standing outside an appliance store one autumn morning watching the 1980 World Series. The notion of having a favourite team was especially pointless. One just absorbed any coverage one could get. However, as luck would have it, in 1984 I landed a good job at good wages in London. A little investigation revealed the affordability of a subscription to The Sporting News and Strat-O-Matic baseball cards. But what was my team, after all that time? I had coincidentally just lost my Cubs cap on a bus in Ravello, Italy. I took this as a sign from God. I adopted the Montreal Expos.
So, now I don't have a team any more. Major League Baseball took mine away from me, just as the Internet made it possible to keep in close touch every day with the events of a season. I refused to stay with the franchise, and the organization I know so well, largely because of the way many D.C.-based fans behaved toward Expos fans. They have been unconscionable vultures. After listening to the last game in October, I turned to drawing up a short list of teams to adopt. Here's where I started:
Atlanta Braves: Boston is the closest major-league city to me now, and the Braves are the only National League
team associated with Boston. They are also one of the oldest, just right for traditionalists like me.
Chicago Cubs: Closest to where my brother and mother are living now.
Florida Marlins: Close to some in-laws, and still connected to the Expos by means of Loria's Canadian partners.
Los Angeles Dodgers: Los Angeles is the only city in the United States I'd go to live by choice.
New York Mets: The closest National League team to me here in London.
I pondered through to Christmas, and a two-way fight for my loyalty developed between the Florida Marlins and the Chicago Cubs. I was on the verge of adopting the Marlins, largely so I could listen to Dave van Horne some more, when something curious happened. I noticed the Arizona Diamondbacks.
The Diamondbacks had a terrible season last year. They also got a lot of abuse at Baseball Think Factory, my main hangout on the Web, because their player moves this past off-season were seen as poor. Since I'm a contrarian kind of fellow, and finding their BTF contingent to be nice people, I thought I'd just hesitate a moment before deciding to side with the Fish for a season.
So, one of the themes for this blog during the coming season will be my personal competition between the Marlins and the Diamondbacks. I'll post some thoughts subsequently on how I feel about the two. In the meantime, you can read my analysis of the Expos' last season here.
1 March 2005
The Moorad Mystery
Jeff Moorad offered to put a lot of money into the Arizona Diamondbacks in the summer of last year. Since the franchise is rumoured to be one of the most indebted in Major League Baseball, such a cash injection was no doubt welcome. Yet for some reason MooradŐs approval as managing partner was held up by the Commissioner for over six months.
No-one was very forthcoming about why there had been such a delay. So, of course, plenty of opportunity for people to think the absolute worst of the Commissioner and the other owners. And so we did.
It seems that Moorad finally managed to convince the other owners that he wasn't going to pass their secrets to the Players' Association. However, did he do the opposite? The article I have linked to at the top refers to 'vast amounts of records' being supplied by Moorad to Major League Baseball. What was in these records? What could be in these records?
On such foundations, cranks build conspiracy theories. I see no reason to doubt that Major League Baseball's owners, particularly Jerry Reinsdorf, the Dark Lord behind the Commissioner's curtain, will have taken the opportunity that this presented to learn as much as possible about what a major league agent might have to say to the players' union.
Of course, there are no grounds to complain if the price of a quiet life is to sell out your erstwhile ally. It's just business.