When the week began, the only question remaining for the Hot Stove season was how to sort out the plethora of defensively-challenged veterans still looking for work. You could've had your pick of players with Hall of Fame (or, at least, borderline Hall of Fame) credentials, including Jim Thome, Vladimir Guerrero, Manny Ramirez, and Johnny Damon. As the week comes to a close, it looks like they've all been signed (or are on the verge of signing) and several teams are faced with the need to creatively distribute at-bats.
Tampa Bay Rays:
Only a handful of the self-anointed "idiots" who broke the Curse of the Bambino in 2004 are still bouncing around the major leagues. Two of the most recognizable players from that legendary team, Manny Ramirez and Johnny Damon, brought their talents back to the AL East this morning by signing one-year deals with the Tampa Bay Rays.
Both are coming off severely disappointing seasons:
Damon: .271/.355/.401, 145 G, 81 R, 8 HR, 51 RBI, 11 SB
Ramirez: .298/.409/.460, 90 G, 38 R, 9 HR, 42 RBI, 1 SB
However, the Rays can certainly find evidence of remaining skills (especially in the OBP department) and may hope that giving them the opportunity to stick it to their former teams will further motivate the former superstars.
ESPN is speculating that Damon, coming of a year in which he spent the majority of his time at DH for the Tigers, will get the bulk of the innings in left field, while Manny concentrates exclusively on his hitting. It is certainly true that, while both are suspect fielders, Damon is the preferable option.
However, what has gone largely uncommented upon, at least thusfar, is the extent to which this complicates Tampa Bay's roster math. There has been some dramatic turnover on the Rays since they got knocked out of the playoffs last October. Among hitters, Carl Crawford, Carlos Pena, Jason Bartlett, Rocco Baldelli, and Willy Aybar have all been jettisoned. Only a few things about the 2011 Rays lineup seem certain. Evan Longoria, presuming his health, will start every game at third base. Ben Zobrist will also play nearly everyday, wherever he is asked. John Jaso and Kelly Shoppach will share the catching duties.
The remaining six lineup spots will presumably be shared by some combination of Ramirez, Damon, B. J. Upton, Reid Brignac, Sean Rodriguez, Desmond Jennings, Matt Joyce, Dan Johnson, and Leslie Anderson. That's right, there may not be enough roster spots for all these guys, especially of the Rays need to carry extra relievers in the early weeks of the season. The Spring Training competition could get pretty heated.
If you've read this blog at all, you're aware that I consider depth to be one of the foremost necessities of a competitive franchise, so Andrew Friedman has clearly done his manager a great service with these cost-effective signings. Joe Maddon has a great track record for finding a sizable share of at-bats for everybody on his bench and he like to play matchup baseball. It's worth pointing out, the above list of players features four lefties and five righties.
I wouldn't assume that Damon (L) and Ramirez (R) are everyday players. Tampa Bay has generally put a high priority on defense, and there's no doubt that their best defensive alignment features Upton, Jennings, and either Zobrist or Joyce in the outfield.
This move should, however, light a fire under Jennings. Most had assumed Jennings would open 2011 as a starter, but Tampa has frequently looked to slow down the arbitration clock on their top prospects by promoting them in May or June.
I'd also direct your attention to these splits from 2010:
Brignac (2B/SS): .224 AVG/654 OPS v. LH, .263 AVG/701 OPS v. RH
Rodriguez (2B/SS/OF): .282 AVG/824 OPS v. LH, .231 AVG/629 OPS v. RH
Joyce (1B/OF/DH): .190 AVG/774 OPS v. LH, .246 AVG/843 OPS v. RH
Johnson (1B/DH): .343 AVG/1068 OPS v. LH, .170 AVG/.696 OPS v. RH
Now, these are young players (except Johnson) who had only limited playing time in 2010, so the sample sizes are small and therefore suspect, but you can see the possibility of Maddon exploring platoons (good news for Rays fans, bad news for fantasy owners).
Toronto Blue Jays:
Alex Anthopoulos appears to have pulled off the biggest swindle since A. J. Pierzynski spent an unhappy year in San Francisco. Yesterday, he sent Vernon Wells and $75 Million of remaining salary to the Los Angeles Angels (of Desperation Valley) for Mike Napoli and Juan Rivera. The evisceration of Tony Reagins commenced the moment this deal was announced. Anthopoulos couldn't have given Wells away to any of the other 28 GMs. But, instead of lingering over the creative destruction of one of the most successful franchises of the last decade (in 2011, the Angels owe approximately $60 Million, which is the Blue Jays entire payroll, to Wells, Torii Hunter, Bobby Abreu, and Gary Matthews Jr.), I want to concentrate on the somewhat odd situation this creates for Toronto.
The Jays now feature five players - Napoli, Rivera, Adam Lind, Jose Bautista, and Edwin Encarnacion - who are, to put it mildly, defensive liabilities. Anthopolous has basically fielded an entire roster of DHs. And I'm not even considering the fact that early scouting reports are very skeptical about the glovework of young Travis Snider and J. P. Arencibia.
The Jays are sluggers (#1 in HR, SLG% in 2010), but they are also slugs (28th in SB), and the loss of Vernon Wells, Lyle Overbay, and John Buck (actually some of their better defensive players) isn't going to change that. Lind, who made 120 starts at DH last year, is slated to be their new first-baseman (he's logged a total of 76 innings there in his career). Bautista will reprise his role as a utilityman of the Paul Molitor variety (a.k.a. he plays many positions poorly). The Jays manager will daily debate whether he prefers Rivera and his -7.5 UZR in LF or Encarnacion and his -11.5 UZR at 3B. Napoli (24% CS) and Arencibia (28% CS in minors) will take turns letting AL speedsters run wild.
None of this is intended as derision toward Anthopoulos. He's pumped up the offense while slashing the payroll. One can easily imagine the Jays and their solid corps of young talent developing into contenders while somebody else is still paying the outrageous contracts of Wells and Alex Rios (both through 2014!).
Up the middle, the Jays have actually improved via the quiet acquisitions (during the 2010 season) of Rajai Davis and Yunel Escobar. Nevertheless, there will probably be some Bad New Bears reenactments as Toronto tries to find someplace on the field to hide all their brawny bashers.
Minnesota Twins:
The good news for Twins fans is that Jim Thome and Carl Pavano, both of whom played major roles in last year's 94-win campaign, are back for another go-round. The bad news is that means Jason Kubel will be forced to reprise his role as "outfielder." Anybody who watched the Twins play with any regularity last season will not be surprised to discover these stats:
Denard Span: 1349 INN, 6.3 UZR (#4 among 15 AL CF)
Delmon Young: 1277 INN, -9.7 UZR (#13 among 14 AL LF)
Jason Kubel: 670 INN, -8.8 UZR (#15 among 16 AL RF)
Michael Cuddyer: 539 INN, -8.5 UZR (#14 among 16 AL RF)
Yes, their corner outfield defense was abyssmal, easily the worst in either league.
Last year, this shortcoming was balanced, at least in part, by the fact that J. J. Hardy (#3 among AL SS in UZR) and Orlando Hudson (#2 among AL 2B in UZR) were outstanding middle-infielders. Minnesota must hope they can get similar defense from Alexi Casilla (-7.9 UZR/150 in 1998 career innings at 2B) and rookie shortstop, Tsuyoshi Nishioka.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
"Narrative Likability Factor: A Metric For Humanities Majors" & The Minnesota Twins
Any of you who have read this blog before are well aware that I have no problem being conversive in sabermetrics. This is not a intended as an anti-SABR diatribe or parody. All I intend to suggest is that at times, and especially in the romantic seasons (i. e. spring and fall), it is easy to become immersed in baseball humanism. Baseball humanism is the perception that the game possesses a metanarrative, something akin to a parable, or a synechdoche of American history, which makes it more than just a mechanism for enabling gamblers.
Certainly, at its worst, baseball humanism inspires crass nostalgia, old-fogeyism, and self-righteousness. It is the undercurrent of belligerent steroid conspiracy theories, short-sighted assertions that baseball's "Golden Age" happened prior to integration, basically the entire body of Murray Chass' forgettable canon, and the abundant moralizing of other half-wit sportswriters. Being a good baseball humanist does not, as Chass believes, mean you hate statistics and stubbornly believe that the abject coincidences of your own experience are necessarily equivalent to "truth." Bill James and Rob Neyer, two of the most notorious voices of sabermetrics, are both apparent baseball humanists. The power of baseball humanism (like all humanisms, for that matter) is in our hope that the game, governed by a fairly knowable system of laws, conventions, and politics, is analogous to everything else, that broiling, festering knot of opaque inconsistency and unfathomable immensity we call life.
Some of the heroes of baseball humanism are obvious: Jackie Robinson, Roberto Clemente, Curt Flood. The powerful social implications of their careers are inestimable. Likewise, there are antiheroes - Ty Cobb, Pete Rose, Jose Canseco - whose stories, though not to be emulated, are equally compelling. One of the reasons we adore sport is that the lives of such athletes unfold in front of us as though they were the protagonists of a serialized fiction. And we have great patience for every variation within the genre. We are equally amused by the heroic ascensions of Horatio Alger (i.e. Hank Greenberg) and the absurdist tragedies of Franz Kafka (i.e. Milton Bradley). Omniscience is limited, obviously, but not as much as proponents of privacy would expect. Thus, we are guided along by an anonymous author whose incredible skill is his ability to write as eloquently as Michael Lewis and Buzz Bissinger, when the occasion demands, but also as amateurishly as Gene Wojciechowski and Mark Fainura-Wada, when his aims are satirical. It's a dexterity not even John Dos Passos could equal.
One of the great joys of the postseason is joining narratives in media res. For those players who advance deep into October, especially, a major episode is being written, one which, when we reflect on their "story," will likely help to guide our interpretation. (Clemente's story is soulful, regardless, but is made so much sweeter by his performance in the 1971 postseason. Similar claims can be made for Bob Gibson, Reggie Jackson, Brooks Robinson, etc.) In this season's postseason primer, I preview each team based not on their talent, but on their dramatic potential. What narratological traits have guided them so far, what kind of stories could be yielded by a deep run in October. Let's begin with a look at the narrative potential of the first team to officially punch their postseason ticket, the Minnesota Twins.
As with just about any team, you can point to several other soulful players - Orlando Hudson, Francisco Liriano, J. J. Hardy, Matt Capps - who have something to prove in the bright lights of the postseason. The likely pairing of the Twins with the Yankees makes them feel like a natural underdog. However, we should point out that they will have the third highest payroll of any team in this year's playoffs (regardless of how it all plays out in the NL). And, frankly, does MLB need anymore fuel for their "if you build it, they will come" mantra? Especially since, by "they," MLB means "the affluent." New York and St. Louis both won championships in the opening season at their gaudy new stadiums, each within the last five years. It's kind of a tired premise. Still, of all the teams battling for a playoff bid, only the Reds (1990) and Rangers (19-never) have gone longer without representing their league in the World Series.
Narrative Likability Factor: B+
Certainly, at its worst, baseball humanism inspires crass nostalgia, old-fogeyism, and self-righteousness. It is the undercurrent of belligerent steroid conspiracy theories, short-sighted assertions that baseball's "Golden Age" happened prior to integration, basically the entire body of Murray Chass' forgettable canon, and the abundant moralizing of other half-wit sportswriters. Being a good baseball humanist does not, as Chass believes, mean you hate statistics and stubbornly believe that the abject coincidences of your own experience are necessarily equivalent to "truth." Bill James and Rob Neyer, two of the most notorious voices of sabermetrics, are both apparent baseball humanists. The power of baseball humanism (like all humanisms, for that matter) is in our hope that the game, governed by a fairly knowable system of laws, conventions, and politics, is analogous to everything else, that broiling, festering knot of opaque inconsistency and unfathomable immensity we call life.
Some of the heroes of baseball humanism are obvious: Jackie Robinson, Roberto Clemente, Curt Flood. The powerful social implications of their careers are inestimable. Likewise, there are antiheroes - Ty Cobb, Pete Rose, Jose Canseco - whose stories, though not to be emulated, are equally compelling. One of the reasons we adore sport is that the lives of such athletes unfold in front of us as though they were the protagonists of a serialized fiction. And we have great patience for every variation within the genre. We are equally amused by the heroic ascensions of Horatio Alger (i.e. Hank Greenberg) and the absurdist tragedies of Franz Kafka (i.e. Milton Bradley). Omniscience is limited, obviously, but not as much as proponents of privacy would expect. Thus, we are guided along by an anonymous author whose incredible skill is his ability to write as eloquently as Michael Lewis and Buzz Bissinger, when the occasion demands, but also as amateurishly as Gene Wojciechowski and Mark Fainura-Wada, when his aims are satirical. It's a dexterity not even John Dos Passos could equal.
One of the great joys of the postseason is joining narratives in media res. For those players who advance deep into October, especially, a major episode is being written, one which, when we reflect on their "story," will likely help to guide our interpretation. (Clemente's story is soulful, regardless, but is made so much sweeter by his performance in the 1971 postseason. Similar claims can be made for Bob Gibson, Reggie Jackson, Brooks Robinson, etc.) In this season's postseason primer, I preview each team based not on their talent, but on their dramatic potential. What narratological traits have guided them so far, what kind of stories could be yielded by a deep run in October. Let's begin with a look at the narrative potential of the first team to officially punch their postseason ticket, the Minnesota Twins.
- Retribution Songs (Verse 1): In order to reach the World Series, the Twins will need to upset at least one and likely both of the AL East juggernauts. New York upended Minnesota with relative ease in the ALDS a year ago, so that sting is relatively fresh for several Twinks, but the personal scars run deeper for Carl Pavano. Pavano spent four years in the Bronx as part of the largest contract of his career ($40 Million). During that time he managed to make only 26 starts and compiled a 5.00 ERA. Through a combination of flukish injuries, off-the-field antics, and clubhouse scuffles, he became one of the most ridiculed figures in New York sports and a major scapegoat for the Yankees inability to get past the Division Series from '05-'08. Last year, Pavano pitched an outstanding game (7 IP, 5 H, 2 ER, 0 BB, 9 K) against his former team in Minnesota, but the Yankees still won, finishing off their sweep. This year, Pavano will likely get the chance to pitch in Yankee Stadium, in front of fans who unmercifully booed him for most of his tenure in New York. Beating the Yankees is always sweet, but for Carl Pavano it would be even sweeter.
- Retribution Songs (Verse 2): If the Twins matchup with Tampa Bay in either the ALDS or the ALCS, their lead singer will be Delmon Young. The Devil Rays made Young the #1 draft pick in 2003 and in 2007, at the age of 21, he played all 162 games and finished 2nd in the Rookie of the Year balloting. As reward, he was traded to the cold Northwest for Matt Garza and Jason Bartlett. The following season, the team exorcized the "Devil" from their name and went to the World Series. The underlying narrative was quite simple. The entitled, bat-tossing Young had been the bad egg amongst a group of outstanding prospects, including Josh Hamilton, B. J. Upton, and Elijah Dukes. For two seasons Young floundered for the Twins, struggling to even hold onto a starting role, while Matt Garza and Jason Bartlett were key players for the Rays. This year, however, in the parlance of our times, the "script has been flipped." Young was on the Final Vote ballot for the All-Star game. He leads his team in doubles (42) and RBI (105), and he just turned 25 last week, while Bartlett is in danger of losing his starting position to Reid Brignac and Garza has posted the worst ERA of his career (4.01, not that bad). If Young can help the Twins eliminate the Rays, it would be a cold, raw plate of revenge. This is the window of opportunity for the Rays team as it is currently constructed, featuring many of Young's longtime compadres. Next year, Tampa will lose many key players, slash their payroll, and begin the rebuilding process. They'd like to do so on the back of their first championship. Standing in their way is their former top prospect.
- Overcoming Adversity: If Justin Morneau cannot recover from his concussion in time for the playoffs, the Twins will take the field without two of their three highest-paid and most popular players. Minnesota lost long-time closer, Joe Nathan, before the season even began and Morneau, who was an MVP candidate in the first half, hasn't played since the All-Star Break. Nevertheless, the Twins are in the running for the best record in baseball, fueling Ron Gardenhire's candidacy for Manager of the Year.
- Dome Sweet Dome?: This is the Twins first year in a new waterfront stadium, Target Field, which is, by all reports I've gathered, a lovely place to see a ballgame. Moreover, its opening inspired Twins management to raise their payroll by $30 Million and resign the face of the franchise, Joe Mauer. Nevertheless, there is still a small but vocal minority who believe the Twins sacrificed a franchise icon and one of the keys to their prolonged success by leaving the florescent glare of the Metrodome, and they can back their arguments up with a pretty potent home-field advantage demonstrated over many seasons. Bringing home the first Twins championship since 1991 would be the most effective way of putting a sock in the naysayers.
- Sweet Ole' Jim: The Twins DH, Jim Thome, is high on the list of greatest players who have never won a World Series. He hasn't even been to a World Series since 1997, and, at 40, he's not got a lot of chances left. By all accounts, Thome is an all-around nice guy and a superb teammate. He's also put the team on his Paul Bunyan shoulders for much of the second-half, following Justin Morneau's concussion, so he's more than just a familiar face. In terms of "win one for the gipper"-type sentimentality, Thome is pretty easy to get behind.
As with just about any team, you can point to several other soulful players - Orlando Hudson, Francisco Liriano, J. J. Hardy, Matt Capps - who have something to prove in the bright lights of the postseason. The likely pairing of the Twins with the Yankees makes them feel like a natural underdog. However, we should point out that they will have the third highest payroll of any team in this year's playoffs (regardless of how it all plays out in the NL). And, frankly, does MLB need anymore fuel for their "if you build it, they will come" mantra? Especially since, by "they," MLB means "the affluent." New York and St. Louis both won championships in the opening season at their gaudy new stadiums, each within the last five years. It's kind of a tired premise. Still, of all the teams battling for a playoff bid, only the Reds (1990) and Rangers (19-never) have gone longer without representing their league in the World Series.
Narrative Likability Factor: B+
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Riddle of Chinandega or The Vengeance of Vicente?
In the not so distant past, Philadelphia fans considered Padilla and Randy Wolf to be beacons of hope. In 2003 they combined to win 30 games. Even though neither of them had yet reached the magical age of 27, both had already made an All-Star team.
Padilla, at the age of 25, had back-to-back fourteen win seasons. However, in '04 and '05, when the Phillies thought he would mature into a true Ace, he suffered nagging injuries and went a mere 16-19 with a 4.63 ERA and a staggering 110 walks in 262 innings. In consecutive offseasons he was involved in car accidents in his native Nicaragua, one of which tragically killed a friend. Rumors persistently circulated in the Philadelphia papers that Padilla had a serious alcohol problem, that he was standoffish with teammates, and that he was prone to throwing at opposing players for no apparent reason.
2005 was, especially, a difficult season for the Phillies, even though they were playing for a playoff berth on the last day of the season. Ryan Howard arrived in grandiose fashion, winning Rookie of the Year, but that was overshadowed by the fact that their resident slugger, Jim Thome, played in only 59 games. Chase Utley became a full-time starter and garnered MVP consideration, but their biggest off-season acquisition, Kenny Lofton, managed to start only 110 games and scored just 67 runs (despite hitting .335). Most disappointing, Padilla and Wolf, expected to be the stalwarts of the Philadelphia rotation, both spent significant time on the D.L. and were only sporadically effective when healthy.
For months, local sportswriters took to calling Padilla the "enigmatic Nicaraguan." On any given night he was capable of baffling good teams, but he was equally likely to give up four dingers in three innings to the lowly Diamondbacks, as he did on August 28th. After Padilla got lit up on Fan Appreciation Night, the Philadelphia Daily News called him "a perfect example of the kind of player who should be purged this winter." Which was, it turned out, exactly what happened.
Pretty much the first move by the Phillies new GM, Pat Gillick, who would become the architect of the 2008 World Champions, was essentially giving Padilla to the Rangers (for a "player to be named later" named, forgettably, Ricardo Rodriguez). Nobody seemed to notice that despite Padilla's unimpressive overall numbers, he pitched excellently in the second half of 2005, going 6-4 and registering a 3.40 ERA in his last 15 starts.
Padilla continued to confuse and aggravate his managers and teammates in Texas. He won 15 games in '06 and 14 again in '08, but only six in '07, and never posted an ERA below 4.50. The Rangers were frustrated by his inconsistency, his questionable dedication, his suspiciously bloodshot eyes, and his love for the beanball (Padilla has 50% more hit batsmen in his career, at the age of 31, than Tom Glavine, at the age of 43). In early August, after Padilla gave up three homers to the lowly Athletics, the Rangers released him outright, eating the nearly $4 Million remaining on his contract. And so, the Dodgers took a free roll with Philadelphia's least favorite "enigma."
Some other notes on former Phillies:
Randy Wolf was an All-Star in '03, but from 2004 to 2006 Wolf accrued a 4.81 ERA and averaged only five wins and sixteen starts a season.
Technically, Jim Thome is still playing under the contract he signed with the Phillies. The White Sox picked up the $13 Million option for '09, probably partially thanks to the fact that the Phillies paid a significant portion of Thome's salary from '06 to '08. Although he hasn't played a game for them since June of '05, the Phillies still paid $53 Million of the $98 Million Thome has earned over the past seven seasons.
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