baseball

  • 17 Feb

    Hayes-y Feeling

    Spring training is almost here, and I just ordered an item that significantly raised my excitement level for the upcoming season.

    My Washington Nationals have a set of four presidential mascots (Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt) who each wear a jersey emblazoned with their first name and a number corresponding to their spot in office.

    But those are four pretty obvious picks if you’re going to honor an American president.  If you know me at all, it’s probably no surprise that for a few seasons I’ve thought about expanding that list.  Fortunately, Major League Baseball allows you to order custom jerseys and shirts with the name and number of your choice.

    So now this is on its way to me:

    That’s Rutherford B. Hayes, our 19th president.

    For a long time, I thought I would get James K. Polk, who has the distinction of being the subject of a They Might Be Giants song.  He also has a cool nickname – “Napoleon of the stump” – related to his oratory skills.

    One problem with Mr. Polk is that his president number is the same as Nationals star Ryan Zimmerman.  And while my hope is that fellow nerds will see and appreciate honoring an obscure president in this way, having “James K” on the back of the shirt seems a little obvious for that quest.  Plus he died of cholera, and that’s not any kind of message I want to send about myself.

    Rutherford, on the other hand, has it all.  His beard is amazing.  When he was first elected to Congress, he didn’t even campaign.  Mark Twain supported his White House run.  He named one of his kids Manning.

    Some people will think I’m a guy named Eric Rutherford who felt the need to get his own name on a Nats shirt.  Only the truly cool kids will understand.

  • 28 Oct

    Crazy Dreams Come True

    Revisiting movies or television shows from your childhood is a dangerous thing.

    There’s great potential for nostalgia and reconnecting with something you enjoyed in the past, but equally great danger that you’ll hate it and wonder what the heck little you was thinking.

    This morning I put aside any fears of ruining good memories and delved back into the 1993 film “Rookie of the Year,” about a 12-year-old kid who hurts his arm slipping on a baseball and heals in such a freakish way that his 103 mph fastball earns him a spot on the Chicago Cubs.

    I saw this movie in the theater for my 10th birthday, and the main character, Henry, became my hero both because he played professional baseball as a child and also because he got to star in a Pepsi commercial. That seemed like a pretty ideal life to me.

    It may be because I was on a super baseball high after last night’s amazing World Series game, but it’s possible I enjoyed this movie even more today than I did as a kid. It’s funny and heartwarming, and only features sliiightly implausible baseball scenes that are easy to overlook. Plus it has one of the great aspects of watching movies of this era — the ability to pick out random actors nobody heard of then, but have since gone on to more famous roles. In this case, the winner was the first basemen for the Cubs, actor Neil Flynn, who is much better known as the janitor on the TV show “Scrubs.”

    Even the star of the movie, Thomas Ian Nichols, managed to avoid the fate of many child actors. Instead of being in one big film, doing a couple of TV show cameos and disappearing from the acting world, he has consistently worked since this movie came out, most notably as one of the stars of the “American Pie” series.

    And of course I can’t leave out director Daniel Stern, who also acted in the movie. Most people would know him best as one of the robbers in the classic “Home Alone.”

    I was also struck by how many lines I remembered, many that my friends and I quoted over the years (and perhaps still today): “Hey Rosinbagger!” “Did he just say, ‘funky butt-lovin?'” “Piiitcher’s got a biiig butt.” “Float it!”

    Here’s to hoping the next one is such a positive experience.

  • 16 Oct

    Moneyball

    I have no idea why it took me so long to get around to reading “Moneyball” but I can thank Brad Pitt for giving me the motivation to finally do it.

    The movie version of the story, starring Pitt, came out a few weeks ago, so I wanted to seize the opportunity to get through the book first.  I’m not interested so much in the conventional exercise of just seeing how closely the movie follows the book.  Rather, I really want to see how the elements of this Michael Lewis story are adapted to film in comparison to his book “The Blind Side.”

    The movie that earned Sandra Bullock a Best Actress Oscar focused 90 percent on the non-football side of Lewis’ book about professional football player Michael Oher.  The book, which describes Oher being taken in by a family when he was in high school, focused more like 50 percent on the football part of his story.  Given that “Moneyball” is even more heavy on statistics and inside sports stuff, it will be interesting to see how that gets translated into a more traditional Hollywood movie.

    If you’re totally unfamiliar, “Moneyball” examines the Oakland Athletics in the early 2000s under General Manager Billy Beane.  With much less money available to run the team than many other organizations, Beane has to find a way to be successful and focuses on finding undervalued players in the baseball marketplace.  His approach is not about signing the latest high-price star to hit the market, but rather to find the guy who succeeds at things nobody else realizes are important to winning baseball games.

    The strategy not only helped the organization become surprisingly successful on the field, but engendered a passion among Oakland’s fan base to really support the team.

    “Win with nobodies and the fans showed up, and the nobodies became stars,” Lewis writes.  “Lose with stars and the fans stayed home, and the stars became nobodies.”

    When those stars reach the end of their contract and are in line for a big payday, Beane is more than happy to let them walk away.  All-stars Jason Giambi and Johnny Damon want to test the free agent market?  Fine.  Let Boston and New York overpay them.  Beane will find two guys who have a similar on-base percentage — the king of the hidden key stats — and go right on winning at a fraction of the cost.

    “The question was:  how did a baseball team find stars in the first place, and could it find new ones to replace the old ones it lost?” Lewis says.  “How fungible were baseball players?”

    Not only is that one of the key questions driving Beane’s mindset, but also includes a word, “fungible,” that I drop all the time, only to get strange looks from other people.  I can’t take any credit for knowing what it means, though.  That goes to a fantastic college professor who happened to say it among so many other memorable lines that my cohorts compiled a document of his sayings during our time in his classes.  (Highlights include:  “Have you ever gone to run for the phone and just went ‘that dog just won’t hunt?'” “Please rent out the cameras immediately if not sooner,” and, in reference to aliens, “I have a feeling the government really screwed the pooch on that one.”)

    Part of the book talks about the statistics revolution in baseball, the drive by people like Bill James to better quantify what is happening on the field.  These are people who set aside the traditional box score stats and began asking questions about how players are really succeeding and how much they are actually contributing to that success.

    One of the big examples is in fielding.  If you look at a box score, pretty much all you’ll see is errors, which James found to be a really crazy way of evaluating how good of a defender a player actually is.  So much of making an error is being near enough to the ball that the official scorer thinks you should have made the play.

    As James says, “The easiest way to not make an error was to be too slow to reach the ball in the first place.”

    Pitchers, too, have some very over-important stats.  The earned run average, for example, has so many factors that are beyond the pitcher’s control that to use it as a major barometer for determining future success is somewhat crazy too.  Sure, if you’re ERA is 17.50 that’s probably mostly your fault.  But it would be silly to rely solely on ERA to say that a pitcher who had a 3.75 season is so much better than one who had an ERA of 4.50 in the same year.

    Another guy named Voros McCracken worked to find more objective ways to value the work of pitchers.  Lewis writes that McCracken focused on looking at the number of walks and home runs a pitcher gives up, as well as the number of batters he strikes out, among a few other things.  These were the things a pitcher had more control over himself, and thus were more useful in determining how he may perform in the future.

    Of course, when you’re the one in an industry doing things very differently from those around you, it’s probably expected that they’ll be less than welcoming of your approach.  Especially in baseball, where tradition and attitudes of “the way it’s always been done” govern so much that goes on.  Beane challenged a lot of conventional wisdom, so much so that many of his long-time scouts left the organization rather than have him ignore theirs.

    “Baseball has structured itself less as a business than as a social club,” Lewis says.  “The greatest offense a Club member can commit is not ineptitude but disloyalty.”  Lewis mentions here former Yankees pitcher Jim Bouton, who essentially alienated himself from the baseball Club with his 1970 book “Ball Four.”  Bouton tells a lot of baseball’s secrets, and Lewis says that honesty got him “as good as banished from the Club” instead of a possible extended career in coaching or scouting.  (I highly recommend Bouton’s book for those haven’t read it.)

    And finally, because it’s something I find interesting and keeps popping up, Lewis writes about one A’s relief pitcher who battles with the idea that others are bound to figure out he’s not talented.  Chad Bradford is a good example of a Beane find — a pitcher with a crazy submarine motion that conventional wisdom didn’t value, never mind that what he was doing got batters out.  Bradford didn’t accurately value his talent either, but from what Lewis presents, that’s more because of the “imposter syndrome” I’ve mentioned before.

    “When it starts not going right, I think, ‘Oh my gosh, I hope I can keep foolin ’em.'” Bradford said.  “Then I start to ask, “How much longer can I keep foolin em?'”

    By cjhannas baseball books
  • 26 Sep

    Nats a Wrap

    The Washington Nationals may be a few games under .500, but in the 14 times I went to Nats Park this year they went 8-6.  Clearly I’m a good person to have around.

    The last visit of the season was yesterday, a 4-1 win over the Atlanta Braves in which I saw pitcher Chien-Ming Wang get his first Major League hit.

    That was a milestone I actually saw three times this year in what was an eventful and extraordinarily fun season at the ballpark.  The most incredible moment by far was rookie pitcher Tom Milone belting a 3-run homer on the very first pitch of his first Major League at-bat — the eighth pitcher to ever do that.  In case that game needed a little more drama, Nats star Ryan Zimmerman won it in the bottom of the ninth inning with a walk-off single.  A post-game concert by one of my favorite bands, Lifehouse, was icing on the cake.

    Late-game heroics were a common thread all season, as we watched Zimmerman end a game last month against the hated Philadelphia Phillies with a walk-off grand slam.  Michael Morse finished off our May 27 evening at the park with a walk-off home run as well — that’s three of our 14 games ending in walk-off wins.

    That doesn’t count June 14, when the Nationals trailed 6-2 heading into the bottom of the seventh inning.  Even with three more at-bats, it seemed like the Nats had no chance.  But they responded with six runs in the inning, scoring on a wild pitch to tie the game, and getting the eventual winning run when the Cardinals pitcher hit the Nationals batter with the bases loaded.

    In July, the Nats scored a winning run against the Cubs on a late suicide squeeze play, which I unfortunately missed because I had to leave the game early to make it into work.

    At another of our games, an opposing player hit a home run into the left field stands.  The fan who caught it threw it back onto the field — an impressive toss that made it all the way back to the infield.  Unfortunately for him, security was not as enthused and kicked him out.

    Our second-to-last game had a few quirks, going 13 innings, and featuring both two ceremonial first pitches and two between-inning races between the president mascots.  Those mascot races this year also gave me the opportunity to see Teddy Roosevelt be tackled by a monkey and a leprechaun, and for human Jayson Werth to grab a win himself.

    I can definitively say it was a very unmemorable year for pitcher John Lannan.  Except for opening day, I did not remember him starting a single one of our other games.  Well, apparently there were three others.  Better luck next year, John.

    Here’s to 2012.

    By cjhannas baseball Uncategorized
  • 18 Sep

    Strasmas

    Last year I saw Nationals pitcher Stephen Strasburg strike out 10 batters in his electrifying second start as a major league pitcher.

    Then he hurt his elbow, had surgery and spent months outside of my baseball-watching world.  Until last night.


    Strasburg walks to the dugout after pre-game warmups

    I had a ticket to check out his previous start, which happened to fall on a workday and during a week in which it rained constantly in the Washington, D.C., area.  I figured there was no way they would actually play the game, and decided to grab a few more hours of sleep before my overnight shift instead.  They played.

    The next night was one of the games in our 14-game ticket package.  It rained, but we made the effort to go into the city determined to watch the game, which of course was canceled before we even made it to the stadium.  Fortunately though, we were able to trade those tickets in for any future game and ended up with a Strasburg start.

    Our normal seats are down the third base line, so it was extra fortuitous that the replacement tickets just happened to put us right next to where Strasburg was warming up before the game.  Here’s that, plus what he does best — striking people out to end innings:

    He ended up pitching six innings, allowing one earned run on four hits and striking out three.

    The Nats lost the game in 13 innings, but I was able to see a few interesting things along the way that had nothing to do with the game.  First, there were two ceremonial first pitches.  I didn’t know that was technically possible.  In the bottom of the 12th inning, the remaining fans mounted an impressively long version of the wave that seemed to grow stronger and stronger each time it went around the stadium.  That is, until Jayson Werth struck out looking, immediately everyone so much there was no will to continue.

    There was also the unprecedented second running of the Presidents Race, which typically happens in the middle of the fourth inning.  But with the game stretching deep into the night (actually it was pretty quick for a 13-inning game), the presidents made it out for a second run.  I took video of the first one, which will surely satisfy your lifelong desire to see a leprechaun tackle Teddy Roosevelt:

    If you are into such things there is a blog devoted entirely to the Presidents Race.  And yes, I’m jealous I am not responsible for it.

  • 04 Sep

    Lifehouse In The Nats’ House

    [Lots of people ending up here from Google searches — 2012 NatsLive info here]

    Last night I had one of the best baseball game experiences of my life.

    It started with a rookie pitcher who in his first Major League start threw two no-hit innings, then hit a 3-run HR in first first at-bat. On the very first pitch he saw. Which I (sort of) predicted:

    Bro: “Oh the pitcher’s up.”
    Me: “We haven’t seen him hit, he might be good.”
    Bro: “True…”
    Me: “If I see a pitcher homer in his first big league at-bat I’m never coming to a game again. I’ll never see anything better than that.”

    I guess predicting the future happens to be in our genes. Late in the game, with the Nationals trailing by two runs, my brother said Ryan Zimmerman would hit a walk-off home run. He later amended that to just a walk-off hit.

    Ninth inning. Bases loaded. Ryan Zimmerman hits a single. Two runs score. Nationals win.

    The game itself would have been high on the list of great experiences, but these tickets we bought back in March just happened to fall on a day when the Nats were having a post-game concert featuring Lifehouse.

    That would be Lifehouse, one of my favorite bands. (Yeah yeah, not a universally accepted choice, but I like them, so whatevs.) They’re best known for their hit song “Hanging By A Moment,” which came out when I was a senior in high school:

    When I heard they were playing after the game I figured they might do four or five songs, but they ended up playing 12 in all. I was slightly disappointed they didn’t hit my favorite one, but I’m not about to argue about a free concert. One of the big worries about hearing a band you like play in person for the first time is the fear that they will be terrible live, but fortunately I thought Lifehouse was fantastic last night.

    Here’s a medley of the show (minus “Nerve Damage” which I failed to record at all):

    For people who care about such things, the set list was:

    -All In
    -Spin (which I used in a montage in my documentary)
    -Nerve Damage
    -You and Me
    -Whatever It Takes
    -Wrecking Ball
    -Beast of Burden (Rolling Stones cover)
    -Falling In
    -Hanging By A Moment
    -Halfway Gone
    -First Time
    -Broken

  • 27 Aug

    Hits Keep Coming

    This may come as a great shock, but as a child I was a bit of a goofball.



    That’s me at baseball practice at the age of 10. It’s from a tape I found recently that my coach had made of each of us hitting. I imagine nowadays it would be some slickly produced highlight video with a pulsing soundtrack, but back then it was cool to be able to watch ourselves play.

    My brother I went to some batting cages yesterday to take some swings and see if we could actually still hit long after the glory days of our baseball-playing years. I brought along a camera, and it was interesting to see how things haven’t changed much. Sure, I’m stronger, have a little more swagger in my stance and definitely look better in HD, but all those swings as a 10-year-old certainly laid the foundation.

    A little from then and now:






    The old video also showed that my penchant for neatness is nothing new. I had forgotten about my habit of cleaning off home plate whenever it was my turn during batting practice:



    Someone had to do it, right?

  • 26 Aug

    Outliers

    The notion of the American Dream is that anyone can work hard and be successful, and that those who achieve great things got to where they are through their dedication, brilliance and effort.

    In “Outliers” author Malcolm Gladwell says those things are all well and good, but if you look hard enough there are almost arbitrary advantages that make a huge difference in who rises to the top.

    “It makes a difference where and when we grew up,” Gladwell writes. “The culture we belong to and the legacies passed down by our forebears shape the patterns of our achievement in ways we cannot begin to imagine.”

    I heard about this book long before I read it, specifically the example of elite hockey players. Gladwell says that if you look at any collection of people from this group, you’ll see that 40 percent of them were born in January, February and March. That compares to just 30 percent for July through December.

    Why? It has to do with a seemingly innocuous decision — the date that youth leagues use as a cutoff to decide how old you are for that season. They say however old you are on January 1, that’s your age. So kids with January 2 birthdays end up being almost a year older than kids in the same league who were born December 31. That matters. They’re bigger, they’ve probably been playing longer, so they seem a little better. They end up being picked for all-star teams, which play more games and practice more, thus turning any small advantage in skill into a huge one, all because of that date.

    I was a huge beneficiary of this growing up. I played baseball, and in our league the cutoff date was July 31. My birthday is August 3, so I was always one of the older kids. Gladwell says if you look at professional baseball players, more of them are born in August than any other month. Not sure where I went wrong.

    But if you’re not that interested in sports, he says “these exact same biases also show up in areas of much more consequence, like education.” Parents have to decide when to start their kids in school, which makes a big difference given the group they progress with. Here, I was on the opposite side of things, always one of the youngest people in my class. I was in the same grade as roommates CA and MR as we went through school, but both of them are almost a year older than I am. Sure, everyone could drive before I could, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t do better than them on a test.

    As part of a larger point, Gladwell brought up something about IQ that I thought was one of the more interesting notes in the whole book. He writes that experts say after a certain point, having a higher IQ makes no real-world difference. There are thresholds at which you are considered to have the mental capacity to pass high school or get through college, but he says someone with an IQ of 130 is no more likely to win a Nobel Prize than someone whose IQ is 180. He compares it to basketball players — if you’re 5-foot-5 there’s little chance you’re going to play in the NBA. But being 6-4 versus being 6-6 isn’t as big of a deal — you just have to be “tall enough.”

    Being 6-3 did not help my basketball career, though if any NBA teams are reading, I am still a free agent.

    Among other people, Gladwell writes about Bill Gates and how going to a certain high school that happened to have a really advanced computer, and then living near a college with a computer lab he could go to in the middle of the night were small advantages that led to his incredible success. These examples are interesting and make you think about how those little things add up. But Gladwell also takes moments here and there to give a more practical view of why we should pay attention to these things:

    “Our world only allowed one thirteen-year-old unlimited access to a time-sharing terminal in 1968. If a million teenagers had been given the same opportunity, how many more Microsofts would we have today? To build a better world we need to replace the patchwork of lucky breaks and arbitrary advantages that today determine success — the fortunate birth dates and the happy accidents of history — with a society that provides opportunities for all.”

    Amen.

  • 22 Aug

    National(s) Pastime

    The Philadelphia Phillies decided to lose a few games in Washington over the weekend, and for some reason thousands of their fans decided to make the trip to see the beatdown in person.

    This has become a trend whenever the Phillies are in town, with their fans occupying a huge portion of the stadium. As per the stereotypical reputation for Philly fans, they do a lot of booing, mainly of the Nationals, even during super classy times like when the team was being introduced during a pregame ceremony on Opening Day last year.

    I went to the game on Saturday with my brother, Pat, and we were able to witness a rare moment in sports — both fan bases booing the same player. If you aren’t familiar with either team, Washington right field Jayson Werth used to play in Philly and this year has been terrible for the Nats:

    The great thing about hearing the Philly fans boo is that Werth did nothing but a favor to them. He signed a big contract as a free agent, doing zero harm to the Phillies, and given his performance this year I’m not sure what exactly they are mad about.

    There’s an old anecdote about Philly fans booing anyone, even Santa Claus. Well, after Saturday you can add George Washington to the list:

    Sure, some of those boos were from Nats fans who wanted Teddy Roosevelt to get his first ever win, but given the number of Phillies fans in attendance it had to be mostly them.

    Another thing I don’t understand about that fan base is their desire to grab the Nationals-related promotional items. Last year I saw thousands of Phillies fans pick up their free Nats hats on Opening Day. On Saturday, the first 15,000 fans got an Ian Desmond bobblehead. That’s Ian Desmond, shortstop for the Nats. I don’t think I saw a single Washington fan with a bobblehead — just those from Philly.

    I know if I went up to see a game at Philadelphia’s Citizens Bank Park and it was Shane Victorino bobblehead day, I certainly wouldn’t take one. Why would I possibly want it?

    Just more proof that Philadelphia, and its fans, are crazy.

    By cjhannas baseball Uncategorized
  • 24 Jun

    Signing the Dotted Line

    It’s been a while since I put on my sports columnist hat, but with the sudden resignation of Washington Nationals manager Jim Riggleman it seems like an appropriate time to revisit something I used to do every week.

    When the news first broke, I thought someone had made a huge reporting mistake. After all, the Nationals had just won their game to continue an almost unfathomable hot streak. Everything about this team was a constant stream of positivity.

    But there it was, an incredulous tweet from WJLA’s Britt McHenry responding to something sent out by someone I assume is some kind of Nats blogger: “What?! RT @washingnats: I just learned that Jim Riggleman has resigned as manager of the #Nats.”

    McHenry’s “What?!” was how most people reacted in the following hours as Riggleman’s resignation was confirmed. Why would a guy leading one of the hottest teams in baseball right now, one who had garnered so much respect not just with this team but earlier in his career, walk away so suddenly?

    It came down to his contract. Riggleman was in the last year of a deal he signed in 2009, but the team held an option to extend him for next year. He was frustrated they had not given him an extension, which he probably deserved, nor had they seriously held talks with him about his future.

    Nationals General Manager Mike Rizzo says Riggleman gave him an ultimatum less than an hour before Thursday’s game, saying he wanted a new deal or he was walking. The game ended, and Riggleman walked.

    At first, I was totally on Riggleman’s side. I liked him, and who doesn’t enjoy a good “take this job and shove it” or “get two beers and jump” story?

    As I thought about it more today though, the fact that he was under contract bothers me. When you sign on the dotted line, whether you’re a professional athlete, coach, or managing a Denny’s, that’s a commitment. The stuff above the signature lays out what each party will do and for how long. If you don’t like the terms, don’t put your pen to the page.

    The Washington Post quoted Riggleman talking about his contract: “I made it very clear that I didn’t like [it], but you know I can’t say no to it,” Riggleman said, recounting his conversations with team management when he signed the contract. “So there I am, and two years later, I’m realizing, ‘You know what? I was right. That’s not a good way to do business.’”

    Again, if you don’t like it don’t sign. We see this a lot of times before the NFL season with players holding out for a new deal. A star receiver has a career year and decides his old contract is no longer worthy of his abilities. He feels it’s OK to refuse to honor that contract and demand the team pay him more money.

    This always reminds me of a scene in the iconic Adam Sandler version of “Mr. Deeds.” Deeds, played by Sandler, talks to the quarterback of the Jets, who is following the exact script above. Deeds’s (paraphrased) response? “If you had a terrible year could the team just demand you take a pay cut?” Of course not. They can fire you, but the contract probably says they have to pay you some kind of buyout.

    A few years ago I was working as a news producer in Florida on a one-year contract. Part way through the year, my boss brought me an offer for an extension. It was for a little over three years and included a raise, but I didn’t sign it.

    Among other things, I knew at that point I didn’t want to stick around in that city for that length of time. Sure, there wouldn’t have been huge legal consequences if I signed the extension and bolted after two years. But it wasn’t a contract I liked, so I didn’t sign it.

    What I wanted was a one-year extension, but the station decided that wasn’t an option for them. So, instead of throwing a fit and storming out the door, I worked through the end of my deal and we parted on great terms.

    Things don’t have to get crazy.

    By cjhannas baseball Uncategorized
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