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

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I REPEAT:


Do not doubt the power. Aramis Ramirez since the Nyetian pity-fest:

DateTmGGSRsltPAABRH2B3BHRRBIBBIBBSOHBPSHSFROEGDPSBCSBAOBPSLGOPSBAbipaLIWPARE24
7.6-7.20.2010CHC12127-552481721519243070010100.438.4621.1461.607.364.771.18415.26

His batting average *on the season* is up 48 points, his slugging up a preposterous 156 points. In an otherwise crappy Cubs season, it's great to see this guy turn it around! Now ... for some regression to the mean ... :(

In other news, congrats to Keith for picking up A-Ram for his fantasy team. More congrats to Keith and Joanne for the arrival of their second little one, currently known as "LGA" or "Owen's little sister."

In other other news, something I buy at the grocery store is running a deal with redbox, as almost every time I shop, I get three free coupons for one night DVD rentals. I finally took them up on it and grabbed the first Blu-Ray I found in their menu, which turned out to be an Iraqi War flick starring Matt Damon called The Green Zone. I just started watching, as so far, I would call it, "unsubtle." Oddly, I see that Ebert gave it four stars. Maybe it's about to get unsubtly ... awesome?

Dubious.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Ballad Defeats Mendoza!

Don't get too excited, but since my heartfelt account of Aramis's painful season thus far ... his totals over the last five games:

DateTmGGSRsltPAABRH2B3BHRRBIBBIBBSOHBPSHSFROEGDPSBCSBAOBPSLGOPSaLIWPARE24BAbip
Jul 6, 2010 to Jul 10, 2010CHC553-2222191121491020000100.524.5451.2861.831.870.4317.75.467

Do not doubt the power of The Ballad.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Root, Root-Root For Something...

Great Tuesday - Beck wasn't working, I got a minor reprieve from work as the first summer session ended, and we took big advantage of the shared day off. The lackluster Cubbies were in town to play the lacklusterer Diamondbacks, so I spent a portion of my morning hunting down tickets for the evening game. The Diamondbacks box office proper sells their tickets to Chase Field at INSANE prices - I really couldn't find a decent seat for under 35 dollars, with the definition of decent being "not in the second deck or bleachers" - so I scoured craigslist and the like in search of a better deal. After much hand-wringing and internal speculation as to the actual rules of craigslist etiquette, I scored! I tracked down a broker clearly trying to cut losses and selling some shwank 60 dollar season ticket seats for a relatively scant 25 bucks per. The seats were about 2/3 of the way between 3rd base / home and 24 rows back, not bad at all. This was freaking GREAT, as the original discouraging seat prices had almost resigned me to skipping a Cubs game. Que? Instead, Beck and I disrupted our nightly behavior of post-work grilling and Wire-watching for an evening taking in an ol' ballgame.

Before that, though, the business at hand - I sent out 40-ish e-mails yesterday (and a few lingering ones this morning) of personalized feedback for the Sprawl tryouts. This takes much longer than you might think. I tried to walk the fine line of letting people know the rationale behind our decisions, relaying the things we'd like to see them work on, and avoiding the general abject off-pissing of those cut with condescending thoughts of how they can maybe next time meet our approval. (The plural first person here, incidentally, is not royal but represents Dheintime and me - again, he has been out of town the last three weeks, so a lot of this has fallen on me, but we have maintained close contact w/r/t decision-making and such, and hopefully everything has gone smoothly). And I, you know, tried to write something authentic, meaningful and helpful, as opposed to a "hey, great job, better luck next time." Anyhoo, this ate up a fair bit of the afternoon, but hopefully was well worth it - if nothing else, people have gotten direct feedback, and no one can claim that we have not been forthcoming with our decision process.

Side note - I also found out yesterday that one of our new recruits, Andy, can't play with Sprawl. This is classic agony and ecstasy type stuff, as two weeks ago it came out that he wanted to play with Sprawl, and we were elated; a star had just fallen in our laps. Por supuesto, as is often the case with hippie Ultimate players, it turns out he's *actually* looking for jobs all over the U.S., contiguous and otherwise, and didn't really feel like he could commit. Things come up, sure, but this was more than a tad annoying, and more than that disappointing; I had been looking forward to playing with the homey. It also further complicated our team status, as we've now had two guys drop and another who can't attend one of the few tournaments to which we will travel. So I also spent part of the day scrambling and consulting with other veteran players as to which alternates should fill in and why. Hopefully we've got everything figured out, but to repeat a sentiment, no doubt that this aspect of things is the least appetizing part of being a Sprawl captain.

Getting back to the drill - I otherwise had one plan for the day, which was to watch the Uruguay - Netherlands World Cup semi-final. GREAT match, and yes, I, too, am caught up in the tetra-annual fever. Or something. The Netherlands won 3-2, if you're out of the loop, and there was all kinds of drama with potential off-sides calls missed, etc. (I've got more to write - not a lot - about the WC, but that is probably best for a different post). Karmically speaking, an intentional handball did NOT lead to a World Cup Finals berth*, so all is okay with the universe.

* - I don't link to the guy enough, especially since I ripped off his asterisk in-text footnote trick some time ago: Joe Posnanski has a post about the intentional handball that nails it quite well. The only thing I would add is that Joe P. doesn't really discuss the "it feels wrong" aspect of the story, which seems like the most interesting aspect of it. I'm trying not to give away too much here; read the story and send me an e-mail if you're interested in chatting about it. And bookmark Joe's blog while you're there; he is undoubtedly one of the best sportswriters out there (Nyet said, echoing a sentiment that has been echoed some gerbillion times).

I enjoyed a delicious barbecue pulled chicken / Mexican casserole for lunch while watching futbol on the laptop, and Beck backed up that spot-hitting meal with an early dinner featuring tuna steaks, yams, and the spinach cakes I made the other day. She rushed to finish it and got it done just in time; we ate at 5:30 and got out of the house by 5:55 to head down for a 6:40 start. Living in central Sunny Azz has its privileges: after a quick drive, parking and walking a block to the stadium, we were in our posh seats at 6:25 and ready to watch two former world champions square off. Here was the view from our seats:

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Speaking of that view, and speaking of that 6:40 start, you'll notice the bevy of empty seats there. This was not some accident of our location:

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That is a seriously empty ballpark, particularly for a WGN-fan-based Cubs game. I don't know how much of this is explained by the 6:40 start time, nor do I have a clue why the DBacks start the games at that time - it definitely seems to prevent the commuters from getting to their seats by the first pitch, as the park did fill up more by the 3rd inning. I assume it has something to do with television rights or dodging the start times of the other West Coast games. Regardless of the explanation, it doesn't explain Tuesday evening's paltry showing. The stadium-broadcast and official box-score attendance, which can generally be assumed to be hyperbole if not an outright lie, was only 20,067. For a Cubs game! What the hey-hey?

Problem one: the aforementioned ridiculous seat prices. They're idiotic; you can't charge that much for 1/162nd of the season, folks. Problem two: "the economy," or what have you. Scapegoat explanation, but in combo with problem one, I am sure it's having an effect. Problem three: the Diamondbacks are GOD AWFUL this year. They're 32-52 and 17 games out of first place in a tight division, so their season is effectively already over. They just fired their coach and replaced him with the fist-pumpin' Kirk Gibson, but all the limping theatrics are not going to help a team with the 30th best (AKA 1st worst) runs allowed rate that can't be overcome by a free-swinging-and-missing offense that sits at #16 in runs scored. The bullpen is silly bad with a 6.90 ERA, and the starters aren't exactly smoking either (4.70). It's worse because they've got a slew of young talent that just keeps not turning the corner, so Phoenix is left with a poorly performing team that strikes out a ton. There are some homers to go along with those big whiffs, sure, but it's effectively a terrible season of people who are *just* short. People are disinterested / disheartened - it's tough backing the 'backs these days.

But STILL - the Cubbies are in town! Which brings me to problem four: the Cubs are terrible in a whole different way. They aren't overmatched, they have the talent... they just can't play baseball this year. They've got a stacked, expensive lineup... that is 26th in the league in runs scored! Up and down the roster, well-compensated, historically good performers are having bad years. Case in point - rock solid reliable 3rd baseman Aramis Ramirez is batting .184/.247/.327, which is just unbearable to watch; for a star of his caliber to have those numbers at this point in the season is cripplingly embarrassing. The Cubs pitching / defense has been mediocre, too, at around 18th in the league in runs allowed, so it's unsurprising that they are 37-47 and 10.5 games back. In short, a huge letdown of a Cubs team was visiting a god-forsaken DBack team, and neither club's fans bothered coming out.

So Chase Field was dead. From the first pitch,

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an utter lack of joy peppered the closed-roof room. It didn't help that both pitchers cruised through the first three innings in 38 minutes - Silva gave up a run to the DBacks, but the game started off largely offense-free, forcing everyone to draw their entertainment from the usual sequence of t-shirt cannons and hot dog races. Somewhere around the 4th inning, as the limited crowd trickled in to completion, things picked up a little, and toward the end, the game got downright exciting - tying runs at the plate late, the whole nine. I'll skip a recap; the Cubs won 6-4 (actually, they just completed the series sweep as I write this on Wednesday night) by fending off a late rally and getting some runs by severely unexpected spots. Some points of note:

Kosuke Fukudome went 1-5 with a solo HR and 3 Ks. The HR was his 2nd in as many days, not something you should bet on too often with KF, but the strikeouts stood out to me more. He had 36 Ks in about 244 PAs before the game, and is generally a slap hitter who doesn't miss terribly often. Sometimes the patterns clump, I guess. The other thing that a performance like this compels me to do is imagine what you would think of a player who did this routinely - someone who batted .200 with a .200 OBP and an .800 SLG, who struck out constantly but was good for a homerun per game. That's a skewed 1.000 OPS, the type of stat that would command top dollars... anyways, that would be a strange player, but ever since those years (e.g., 1989) when McGwire would bat .230 with 30+ HRs, I've thought about what it would be like to have someone actually just churn out those kinds of days. With sabermetric type thinking, natch, we realize that those guys are more valuable than you think in some ways and less in others... I digress.

The aforementioned slumping A-Ram hit 2 HRs! They were near carbon copy shots to the LF power alley and definitely made the difference for the win. If you couldn't tell above, I feel for the guy - he just looks lost and depressed at moments - so seeing him play baseball competently was a treat.

Woah, wait... backing up a paragraph... speaking of guys who hit .200 and only hit homeruns, Mark Reynolds! Seeing the guy who smoked his own single season strikeout record in person was fun. Wacky to look up at a guy's stats before the all-star break and see 113 in the Ks column. At the end of the game, he came up against the Cubs masterful strikeout artist - we're talking a ludicrous 17 Ks per 9 innings pitched here - Carlos Marmol. I turned to Beck and surmised that given this irresistible force and incredibly moveable object combo, we were extraordinarily likely to see a strikeout. Both parties did not disappoint.

Speaking of the K machine, Marmol pitched 1 and 2/3 innings and struck out five. He almost added a sixth by coming close to striking out four in the ninth, a rare feat that would have been fun to see in person, but one that was disrupted by a nicked pop out by Snyder instead of the K. Ah, well. This afforded me the opp to explain the dropped third strike rule to Beck, so that was nice. She as infield-fly rule knowledge away from marriage material.

That's really all I've got for gameplay; you can check out the boxscore for the nitty gritty. It was a great game in many ways, though; somewhere along the way I heard that the best baseball games are 5-4 wins by the home team - a good combination of hitting, pitching and defense is likely in those games - so a 6-4 Cubs win worked just fine. Plus it was over in a quick 2:43, so a nice pace taboot.

Oh, I should not fail to mention the "Racing Gracies" or the "D-Backs Legends Race." Somebody decided that the best way to honor DBacks greats was to engage their likenesses in a theater of the grotesque. It's a standard issue wannabe Sausage race, but with the hideous bonus of... well, this:

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Yeah, I know. But let's go closer for even more un-ease:

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That's the gigantic-headed semblance of Matt Williams, Randy Johnson, and Luis Gonzalez (I missed Gracey, who was well out in front by this point). The tacky here is just sublime. I really can't fathom who signed off on this - it seems to wedge the DBacks into a particular rut to knowingly do something this goofy as a tribute to their cherished players that lord knows the e.g. Yankees would never deign to do. It's not the induced nightmares that are bad so much as the induced humiliation.

Anyhoo... the early game end gave us time to book it to MoJo just before closing to enjoy their Tuesday half-off deal. Fantastic call by the Beck, and a solid cap on a fun evening. Tonight (Wednesday), instead of heading downtown again, I just watched the hapless Cubs beat up on the DBacks again from the comfort of my living room. It's the way of baseball-viewing that I think I just need to admit I prefer - still, it was good to get out of the casa Tuesday for an evening and sit outside inside an AC'ed stadium for a few hours watching my favorite team suffer through a small part of yet another insufferable season. Thanks per usual to Beck for putting up with me at a baseball game, and here's hoping both these franchises turn it around soon ... lest next year the crowd feature only 10,000 fans, half of whom are youthful, cheerleading DBacks employees who annoy more than enrich.

(Yeah, I don't like D-girls, Baxter, or the rattle noises. I don't think I'm alone...).

Monday, July 5, 2010

This is Not a Fun Blog, Vol. 3: Spinach

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Alright, this is getting silly, as at this point I'm just aping Beck's blog. But Beck's been throwing spinach recipes at me, trying to get something to stick, and last night* it stuck so well that I felt compelled to bake the recipe myself. It's a baked spinach cake recipe involving garlic, ricotta, and parmesan, and it is the serious good life. Seems to have turned out decently today, too, and now we have our veggie side ready for tonight. So in review, we've now got Nyet baking and baking spinach at that. Apocalypse This Afternoon. I also threw the leftover spinach from the bag in my lunchtime egg casserole thing, so fear that, too. Wowsers. Strange days are stranger.

* - Our July 4th festivities were off the hook, despite involving zero hot dogs, fajitas or fireworks (well, that we shot off; Sparkle still got scared). We started the day off with a trip to do the NYT XWord at Lola's over dreamy coffees and blueberry muffins. Came home to bake / cook / watch the Cubs get their collective face rearranged (they lost 14-3 to the Reds, giving up seven homeruns, including three to the Reds #8 hitter, in the process. Not the year). After a brief emergency run to the grocery store (Beck had purchased a bottle of Kahlua and taken it out of the store without having its security device removed; I took it back to get said device removed as Beck could not crack it at home. Given that Beck set off an alarm and walked out without a problem, and I set off an alarm and got a seventeen year old cashier to remove it for me without a receipt, Fry's is not exactly batting 1.000 with its security), Beck finished up cooking and we had, again as noted, as fantastic dinner of a variety of sliders, corn, broccolini, said spinach cakes, and ridiculous mini-pie / parfait desserts. Membership has its privileges. We capped the evening off with a couple of Wire episodes. Good day off...

Anyhoo... just wrapped up the mini summer session of grading papers, and now I'm officially onto my RA-ship. More about that later - I really just wanted to post some pics of my afternoon labor's product. Enjoy!

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Nine Times (Entirely Untimely Version)

Editor's note: I started this two weeks ago, and it is as such now horrendously out of date. So it goes. It was originally just titled "Nine Times."

Q: Does that post title refer to Buellerian absences, or a multiplier for That Same Song?

A: Neither. It refers to this:

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Beck and I caught ASU's opening game against Milwaukee-Wisconsin in the Round-of-64 regional playoffs. ASU, in the grand Nyetian-attended-Div-I-school tradition, is ranked #1 in the country and boasts a RIDICULOUS, all-around lineup of super-studs. They won their first 24 games of the season, have top-notch starting pitching, slick fielding, and batting stats to die for - granted, college numbers are often gaudier than their wooden bat-gained MLB counterparts, but check out this lineup. The salient points:

1. They are batting .338 / .436 / .539 *as a team.* Yowsers.
2. Their opponents, for reference, have batted .239 / .324 / .331.
3. They have scored 8.3 runs per game while giving up 3.8-ish.
4. They draw 6 walks per nine innings while giving up 2.3.
5. Their pitching staff K's 9 per game.
6. They hit over one homerun per game, playing in a quite spacious home stadium.

The numbers are all there; I could go on, but let's just "suffice it" - this is a dominant, nearly perfectly constructed baseball team. In person, it's even bigger - they take the Bill Jamesian approach and take lots and lots of pitches at the plate; they foul off two strike pitches like nobody's business; they hit TONS of line drives. It's a juggernaut - granted, there are some "ASU 26, Northern Illinois 1" games in there that undoubtedly inflate things a bit, but this team has easily achieved "helluva" status.

Which takes us, however obliquely, back to the post title. This is arguably the best team in the country and is ranked as such. And in the game that Beck and I watched, against a vastly inferior opponent - theoretically the 64th seed in the tourney - ASU made no fewer than 9 mistakes. In order:

1. In the first inning, after one MW player had closed his eyes and tapped a seeing-eye single to left, the next batter hit a grounder about three feet to the right of the ASU shortstop. He kicked it, blowing a sure double play. Sounds like a physical error... but the SS did not hustle to get in front of the ball, he took a half-step and attempted the needlessly more difficult backhanded play. Mental error, in that he skipped the higher percentage play. Instead of the end of the inning, there were then runners on 1st and 2nd with one out.

2. The next batter hits a shot right back to the pitcher, who, instead of turning and setting his feet, whirls and fires the ball into left center. The SS snagged it , but with a dive off the bag, killing the easy double play. So instead of the end of the inning, again, bases are loaded with one out. MW scores on a sac fly a few pitches later.

3. Slugger Kole Calhoun gets hit with a pitch in the bottom of the 1st. With one strike on clean-up hitter Riccio Torrez, Calhoun gets picked off of first by the catcher. Inning over. Why was Calhoun that far off the base, w/ 2 outs and the cleanup hitter up? Ugh.

4. In the bottom of the 2nd, with 2 outs and runners on 2nd and 3rd, ASU drills a single to center field. One run scores, and the ball is thrown into the middle of the infield. The runner on 2nd failed to get a secondary lead on the 2 out pitch, and so is just rounding third as the CF catches the ball... the third base coach stops him. Meanwhile, the MW firstbaseman forgets to come to the middle of the diamond to cut off the throw - so no one catches it, and the ball bounces around the middle of the infield. This runner would have scored easily with a secondary lead, and would have scored anyways if the third base coach had noticed the absent first baseman and sent the runner afterwards. So this is almost two mistakes, but we'll give them the benefit of the doubt.

5. But we won't give the single hitter the benefit of the doubt, as he did not aggressively round first. There's no first baseman in the middle of the diamond, so someone - the 1b coach? - should have noticed this; that ball is either going through to the plate, or it's going to bounce around the infield. Either way, an extra base is there for the taking, and it goes untaken. And natch, the next batter hits a shot into the hole b/w 3rd and short... the SS makes a great play to dive and stop it, and his only play is to 2nd to end the inning and prevent the run that already should have scored. And that's a play that should not have been available, because that forced out runner should have been at second, not first. Another run lost.

6. Later in the game, with the bases loaded and 2 outs, the Sun Devil at 2nd gets over-zealous... and gets picked off by the catcher. Another rally killed.

7. Just to round things out, another Sun Devil missed a sign and got picked off at third. If the catcher could have picked off someone at home, he could have completed the rare pick-off cycle. Alas... just another rally-killing mistake. And this one is perhaps, say, three times as bad, as there's ample evidence at this point that the hombre behind the plate has a runner-picking-off hose.

8. Later, a killer - with runners on 1st and 2nd and no outs, playing with a team that has no one with an OBP under .350, the coach orders a bunt. This is stupid enough in its own right, but the bunt is perfectly placed down the third base line, and the pitcher can't get to it in time... except that the runner on first either missed the sign or thought the ball would be caught in the air (a bizarre thought), because even though the batter is through the first base bag already, the runner on first is only half-way to second. He's gunned out, and what would have been bases loaded no outs becomes 1st and 3rd with one. The next batter hits a run-scoring single that quite overtly does not score a second run...

9. And our favorite - conference player of the year Zack McPhee laces a shot down the right field line in the bottom of the 8th, in a 6-2 game that is being played with aluminum bats, and tries to stretch it to a triple. Dude has 14 triples in 60 games this year, so he has the wheels / bat for this sort of thing, but you guessed it, he is gunned down, making the first out at third. And yes, this was followed by a single that would have scored him and his wheels anyways. I, predictably, made a lot of fun of him when this happened. This may or may not have had something to do with my pregame beverage:

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Total aside - that is a four dollar 22 oz. Guinness from my friends at Cornish Pasty Company, a FRIGGIN' AWESOME dining establishment that Beck and I discovered that evening. A Cornish pasty is effectively a gourmet British-style hot pocket, with more flavors / combinations than you can imagine. SO GOOD! There were at least 25 varieties that I could have tried - we elected to split the sausage, cheese and potatoes version - so we will be going back soon and often.

But seriously, as you may be able to imagine, I spent the bulk of this game giving a running commentary on these mistakes and other plays on the field, and special thanks to Beck who, per usual, put up with my nonsense. Despite the mistakes, it was a fun game, and capped by some delicioso Yogurtland concoctions (their Pecan and Pralines flavor is a local winner, imho).

But back to those mistakes - what gives? This is how the #1 team in the country operates? That's *nine* mistakes in a post-season, elimination-is-at-least-close-by here game. In baseball, a sport notorious for happenstance, where the best teams ever only win 75% of the time. You're going to hand runs away in a situation like this? With the continuous rhetoric of "champion teams are like X" that gets ballyhooed all over the place, you would think at least one of those X's is "does the little things right." None of this mattered in the acute sense, of course - they relied on their dominant pitching (some of the MW batters were blatantly overmatched) to win 6-2, beat up on Hawaii the next day, and beat up on Hawaii again to advance to the super-regional (which, now that I'm finishing this two weeks late, we know they won; they're in the college world series and starting things in Omaha tomorrow (Sunday)). So these mistakes get buried, or just noted as "gaffes" in the course of the narrative, and things move on. But I've got to wonder:

1. Do they just exhibit some kind of reckless attitude that benefits them overall via aggression but just results in these sorts of goof-ups?

2. Are they "playing down to the competition" - is there some kind of measurable effect that their concentration is down when they play against the likes of MW?

3. Are they just so good in other aspects of the game that handing away runs like that never really catches up with them? So the carrot works for their hitting and pitch-taking and all of that - those pay off - but the stick is stickless, as they can routinely get away with these mistakes because they are so badly going to outplay opponents in those other respects.

It's that last one that interests me - I am sure those players get yelled at after the game for these mistakes, but is there maybe some underlying sentiment of "yeah, but whatever" coming from everyone involved that makes that yelling lack the teeth to compel correction? The outcomes are not guaranteed, of course - it could catch up with them and cause them to get upset, or it could never catch up with them, and they could waltz on to the world series title despite habitually handing runs away on both sides of the ball (note misused football metaphor there :) ). One would *think* that the better opponents would make these things matter more, and maybe ASU amps its little-things concentration up for the bigger opponents. Still, the habit of letting these things go against weaker competition exposes the team to unnecessary risk, and whether the risk manifests itself in a disastrous upset or not in the next few weeks (note - it didn't, or at least hasn't yet), I still like to think that it's important to note that it's there.

And yeah, because this is the all things Ultimate blog, I've got to think about this w/r/t Sprawl. We've got more talent this year than in years past, I think, but it's a given that we are going to run into the ASU-esque super-stud teams. And they'll likely outmatch us. But unlike ASU, we're going to have to maximize our chances via every available avenue. I.e., we can't afford to have three runners picked off in a game, as those runs are going to get us those 15-13 victories. Or, um, something.

All of this is to point out the perhaps obvious, but reinforced-by-direct-observation point - it's not necessarily the championship teams that do all the little things right. Sometimes they just don't have to. But it might be the teams that are looking to grab upsets that have to. Good thing to keep in mind in the coming months...