And Then It Grew: Rolling Kick-Ass Baseball Analysis 2005

"There has been much roster turnover
Fat bats and new skipper Hargrove-r
With homers and walks
They could swing with the Sox (COUGH COUGH COUGH - Ed.)
And some youth cracks the lineup, moreover"

I shd also say right now that most of my posts will probably be TM & C Baseball Prospectus.

As in any endeavor, baseball players will take whatever they can to allow them to become better players and prolong their careers. Can we agree, really, that the only real issue with "steroids" is they are bad for you? (Put this way: Isn't a cortisone shot to relieve shoulder pain a "performance enhancer?") In 10 years, or even now, they will have make "performance enhancers" that have no side effects. They will make the muscles stronger, make it easier for players to rebound for workouts, might even, lo, increase their hand-eye coordination. If there are no long-term effects from the drug -- which will surely be taken orally, rather than via those nasty syringes everyone is so scared of -- and they only benefit the player … how are they any different from a cortisone shot?

Every era has its scandals and players with unfair advantages. This is called "sport." Babe Ruth didn't face black pitchers. Mickey Mantle didn't have to deal with the Internet. Henry Aaron didn't face pitchers who worked out year-round. This is how it works. We are fooling ourselves if we believe one can legitimately compare different eras in baseball. You can do it better than you can in football or basketball, sure. But you still can't do it very well.

Baseball will always be changing. People throw their hands in the air about "steroid" abuse because sometime down the line, they convinced themselves that, if they'd only caught a break, they could have played in the major leagues. It's the "normal people" game. But it isn't. Baseball is naturally evolving toward a model that only those in the prime physical condition for the game will succeed, and working toward that condition will involve more than just drinking Ovaltine before the game and a Scotch and soda afterwards. This is fine. There is nothing wrong with this.

learn one rules of grammar, please

cortisone is a steroid, albeit not an anabolic one, but one produced by the body.

Cortisone falls into a group of chemicals called steroids. It is very different from anabolic steroids commonly abused by weight lifters or competitive athletes. The cortisone/steroid injections, used in medical practice, fall into three broad categories, articular injections, "trigger point" injections, and epidural steroid injections. The first articular or joint injections are preceded by an aspiration withdrawing joint fluid or blood. Joints commonly injected are the shoulder, knee, ankle and small joints of the hand and foot. Most of the injections can be followed by a booster injection 2 to 4 weeks later. A good limit is three injections over a three-month period of time (an injection to another location can be done at any time).

The "trigger point" injection is done to a tendon area or into the bursa surrounding such joints as the shoulder, knee, or the hip. These follow the same guidelines as articular injections as far as frequency.

An epidural steroid injection is another category. It is neither a joint nor "trigger point" injection but, rather an injection inside the bony column of the spine surrounding the dura (the sac that encloses the spinal cord and spinal nerves). Lumbar epidural injections are a relatively simple technique. Hey are done several inches from the spinal cord and are unlikely to be accompanied by complications except, perhaps a headache. Cervical (neck) epidural injections are a very specialized technique done in our office only by skilled and experienced anesthesiologists. Epidural steroid injections are useful for a variety of back conditions including sciatica, arthritis, degenerative disc problems, and spinal stenosis.

*I was annoyed by your smugness about finding one typo in a really big article and feeling the need to comment about it, and then taking something else in the article and coming off like you're some big encyclopaedic resource about medicine. But then I realized that I do the same things too sometimes and I shouldn't be worrying about any of this shit anyway. Live and let live and all that, life's too short to be starting bullshit fights on here, this is no place to air out the sand in my vagina, etc. So I take it back and let's move on, okay?

(guy-based light-hearted banter, signalling the "moving-on" thing.) (also, I don't really think my fantasy team is going to win shit. they'll be fun to follow though.)

[ha ha prescient xpost]

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And this was BEFORE today, BTW.

okay there's this:

April 3, 2005
KEEPING SCORE
In a Game of Statistics, Some Numbers Have Little Meaning
By ALAN SCHWARZ

Tonight's game between the Red Sox and the Yankees will be the first of this season's 2,430 major league games. Which means it will also bring us the first of 972,254 pieces of statistical claptrap from the mouths of blathering broadcasters.

Desperately trying to fill time with impressive-sounding statistics, announcers love to cite how so-and-so "has hit in 9 of his last 12 games" and "holds lefties to a .248 batting average," clearly implying that if the statistics sound good, they must be good.

Rarely, if ever, do these folks explain what the typical performance is in those situations. Is 9 high? Is .248 low? Is a 75-6 record when leading after eight innings actually good, or just a smokescreen for a bad bullpen?

With statistics courtesy of Stats Inc., the following is a user's guide to the facts behind seven statistical clichés. Feel free to tape them to the back of your remote for easy reference.

Has a 75-6 record when leading after eight innings This sounds great and suggests that the team is protecting its late leads. But almost every club, even one with an incendiary bullpen, has a great-looking record at that point.

Teams leading after eight innings last year won about 95 percent of the time (translating to a 77-4 record in 81 games); that 75-6 record would be two full games worse than average. (Last season's most lead-squandering club, the Diamondbacks, still went 44-5 when leading after eight, for an 89.8 percent conversion rate.) Even after seven innings, teams with leads typically win 90.1 percent of the time.

Holds lefties to a .248 average Middle relievers have become ever more important in baseball, particularly left-handed specialists who jog in to face only one or two left-handed hitters. Their statistics usually wind up quite impressive, because those pitchers are being inserted into situations when they are most likely to succeed. (Unlike starters and closers, they face few right-handers who might otherwise crush them.)

Last year, left-handed middle relievers held fellow lefties to a .249 collective average, 18 points lower than the major league-wide .267 average in all other situations. Someone yielding a .248 average sounds good but is merely doing his job.

Has hit in 9 of his last 12 games One of the great filler lines in baseball history, this remark once suggested that a hitter might not technically be on a hitting streak but was nonetheless hot. Warning: he isn't.

Last year, each game's starting position players finished with at least one hit 67.1 percent of the time. So across any 12-game stretch, simple randomness will have almost half of them hitting safely in eight or nine games. More than half will wind up with hits in eight or more.

Has 31 saves in 38 opportunities This statistic is spouted for closers left and right, with little understanding of what the expectations should be.

Across the majors, all save opportunities are converted 66 percent of the time, but that includes blown chances by setup men who are not expected to complete the game anyway. Relievers who were considered closers converted saves 84.8 percent of the time last season - 32 times for every 38 chances. Even Boston closer Keith Foulke (32 for 39, or 82.1 percent) was actually below average in this regard.

Has stolen 19 bases in 27 attempts It is generally accepted among statistics folks that base-stealers must succeed at a 70 percent clip to be effective, and major leaguers followed suit: They nabbed bases 70.2 percent of the time. But that includes everyone, even lumbering sluggers caught on botched hit-and-runs. What about players who are supposed to be good at it?

Players batting first and second in their lineups, usually speedy table-setters, stole bases 73.7 percent of the time last season. Which means that Boston's Johnny Damon (19 of 27, 70.4 percent) and Florida's Juan Pierre (45 of 69, 65.2 percent) were below average, despite raw totals cited as impressive.

Leads N.L. rookies with a .287 average Interesting, perhaps, but most people do not realize how few rookies play enough to be considered for this type of list.

Last year, six rookies reached the standard cutoff of 502 plate appearances to qualify for the batting title. When it is possible to hear, "A's shortstop Bobby Crosby finished second among qualifying American League rookies with a .239 batting average," you know the statistic is specious.

Hits .342 on the first pitch This line is often trotted out by announcers who mock modern plate discipline, suggesting that Joe Hitter mashes when he jumps on the first pitch. It usually means no such thing.

The confusion is understandable. The stat line many people use to make these claims reads "on 0-0 counts," and for most hitters, performance does indeed skyrocket in those situations. Everyone turns into Albert Pujols and Vladimir Guerrero: a .340 average with power.

What people do not realize is that "on 0-0 counts" includes only at-bats that end on the first pitch; in other words, the hitter put the ball in play. Removing every time a hitter swings through a pitch or fouls it off will make anyone look good.

For the statistic that most announcers mean - swinging at the first pitch - performance typically goes down. Slugging percentages rise (.454 for swingers compared with .417 for nonswingers), but because jumpy batters walk far less often, their on-base percentages are considerably lower (.302 compared with .348). Combined, the typical on-base plus slugging percentage for players who swing at the first pitch is actually lower, .756 to .765.

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"Padres pitcher Jake Peavy completed four innings of work against Single-A Lake Elsinore on Saturday.... No word on if Doug and Bob McKenzie were playing for Lake Elsinore, but that's not really important, eh."

How many bad outings does Smoltz get before they pull the plug and make him closer again?

"This is probably the best time for the Cincinnati Reds to bother the Cardinals, what with the Cardinals distracted over picking a new Pope.

The Reds dearly wish they were playing the Vatican City Papal Cardinals instead of the St. Louis Cardinals. Those guys are pretty old."
(Hal McCoy: Dayton Daily News)

oh raposox is gonna eat his own head about this one

-HA!

TS: Getting Sick of The Red Sox v. Getting Sick of People Getting Sick of The Red Sox, AKA I Now Know The Pain of The Yankee Fan (Except We Beat Your Old Fart Ass, CHOKERS, Ha Ha Ha)

Hi! :)

This sequence is so OTM (sad but true):

16. Hating Bill Buckner for 18 years.

17. Suddenly forgiving Bill Buckner, as if you haven't loathed every fiber of his soul for the past 18 years.

18. Bob Stanley blaming Rich Gedman.

19. Rich Gedman blaming Bob Stanley.

20. Everybody else blaming Calvin Schiraldi.

21. Or John McNamara.

With Thompson and Wiley dead, there's no one left on the Page2/Page3 staff who should be allowed near a keyboard.

"How pointless is it to get upset/happy about the Yankees' 4-8 start? Consider that in the Yankees' greatest season of the recent era, the one in which they won 114 games and steamrolled through the playoffs, they also went 4-8. The difference? They had the good fortune to do it in September, when that sort of run might warrant a paragraph in a story rather than the "IT'S WAR!" headlines seen in every paper in town. On Sept. 4, 1998, the Yankees were cruising at 100-38. They then proceeded to do just what they did in the first two weeks of this season. This dropped them all the way down to 104-46. Ergo, the Yanks can still win 114 games this year."

The grand slam seemed a proper season's capstone for Finley, a veteran outfielder whom the Dodgers had acquired from Arizona before the trade deadline.

When games were on the line in 2004, he did his best hitting.

What you think this says about Finley, and about what he is likely to do for the Angels this season, offers a good litmus test of your place in baseball's ideological universe.

If you believe his 2004 heroics prove him to be a clutch hitter, you belong to the majority party. Call yourself a traditionalist, and know that most managers and players stand with you.

If you think Finley is no more likely to be a big-game performer this year than Alex Rodriguez - who tended to melt in the clutch last year - consider yourself a Jamesian. You share the view of many statistics lovers who have been inspired by the writings of Bill James. You consider clutch hitters to be the Loch Ness monsters of baseball, because you know that players who outdo themselves in the clutch one season rarely repeat the performances during the next.

The debate had not changed much for years. Then Bill James himself announced that he was thinking of switching parties.

In an essay published this winter - in something called The Baseball Research Journal, a Jamesian outlet if ever there was one - he argued that clutch hitters might indeed walk the earth. Not only that, but he also proceeded to challenge a handful of other numbers-based doctrines, including the belief that hot and cold streaks do not exist.

James, who made his name writing the "Baseball Abstract" books and currently advises the Red Sox, said he no longer had faith in the numbers he and others long used to make their arguments about clutch hitting and the like.

The statistics now seem far too noisy to him - based on too little data - to trump ideas with an inherent ring of truth to them.

"I was wrong about something, wrong about something important, for a long time," James said by e-mail last week. "And since I had contributed heavily to creating the problem, I realized that I had to do what I could to address it."

The central idea behind much baseball analysis is persistence.

Hitting for average, hitting for power, drawing walks, striking out batters and stealing bases are all obvious skills because the players who do them well one year tend to do them well again the next.

But if there is no pattern from one season to another, Jamesians argue, there is probably no underlying skill.

Steve Finley, as it happened, hit worse with runners in scoring position during 2003 than he did when nobody was on base. Did that make him a choker? Or did 2004 make him clutch?

Neither, statistics mavens say. He is just a good hitter who sometimes succeeds in big situations and sometimes fails. You do not get one head and one tail every time you flip a coin twice, and Finley will not replicate his career statistics in every given situation.

There seems to be no persistence, in other words, to clutch hitting. "Here today, gone tomorrow," James wrote in the essay. The same can be said of a handful of other traditionalist chestnuts, like streakiness. The problem, James now says, is that his old argument rested on a shaky stack of statistics.

Imagine if a doctor checked for breathing problems once a week by placing a stethoscope over a patient's winter coat and listening for changes. Every exam would be flawed - filled with noise, as statisticians say - because of the coat. But the comparison of one exam with another would be even worse, with any small differences between them overwhelmed by uncertainty.

In baseball, luck and randomness - weather, ballpark dimensions, the pitcher - play the role of the winter coat. And the search for clutch hitters involves not just one comparison that compounds the statistical noise. It has two: the differential between a player's normal and clutch batting averages and the difference between this differential across seasons.

This messiness could disguise any clutch hitting.

"We ran astray because we have been assuming that random data is proof of nothingness," James wrote, "when in reality random data proves nothing." (The essay, "Underestimating the Fog," is available at sabr.org.)

But the richest thing about James's mea culpa may be the conclusion worth drawing from it. Just as common sense says that some people handle pressure better than others, it seems likely that these differences are not large among major leaguers.

True chokers will flame out well before reaching the big leagues. Players who discover an edge in clutch situations, meanwhile, will almost certainly try to use it at other times, too.

If it exists, clutchness probably creates only a few extra hits for a batter over the course of a season, despite announcers who claim to see it in every game.

So James's old view might have had the rare distinction of being wrong and still being closer to the truth than the other side's argument.

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The putatively rigorous drug testing in the minor leagues, in Stanley's view, didn't reduce the use of steroids so much as it increased the energy players put into not getting caught. In 2003, players were going off into a separate room to fill a cup with urine; that was a joke. Last year, the testers followed the players into the bathroom; steroid users were said to fill false penises -- whizzinators, they called them -- with clean urine and stick them down their pants. The testing wasn't designed to catch cheaters but to create the illusion of trying to catch them. And never mind the biggest loophole of all: the off-season, when the testing of players was haphazard at best.

As the 2003 season's end approached, players could contact their dealers and arranged for shipments of Winstrol -- a kind of steroid with a half-life sufficiently short that it was undetectable a few weeks after the final dosage. A year into his professional baseball career, Steve Stanley had seen enough. In his letter to the president he -- or his wife -- made three observations: 1) the higher the level of the game, the more steroid-aided power he seemed to encounter; 2) steroids put a player like him, who refused to take them, at a competitive disadvantage; and 3) steroids were so deeply embedded in the game that the only way for baseball to be cleansed of them was for outsiders to take matters out of baseball hands.

When he mailed his letter to the president, steroids seemed to be Steve Stanley's problem more than baseball's. The people who judged baseball players, and made decisions about their careers, hardly gave steroids a second thought. Never knowing for sure who was on them, and having no good way of finding out, they were unable to calculate their importance. Anyone with eyes could see that, since the late 1980's, the shape of baseball players had changed. Anyone with a record book could see that, since the late 1980's, there had been a widespread increase in power, as measured by the number of doubles and home runs. But who was to say what caused the one, or that the one caused the other?

Of course, there's now some sketchy evidence that steroids have contributed mightily to the power surge. Clay Davenport, who studies minor-league players for the Web site Baseball Prospectus, has found that three of the four players with the most remarkable midcareer power surges in the last two decades are now famously linked to steroid use: Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire and Jason Giambi. (Giambi has gone from hitting 10 home runs in his entire college career to hitting 43 home runs off major-league pitching in a single season.) Ron Shandler, who has worked as a statistical analyst for the St. Louis Cardinals and publishes Baseball Forecaster, an annual survey of major- and minor-league players for fantasy leaguers, expresses his suspicions another way: he flags players who acquire power the same season that they've come back from vacation 20 pounds or more heavier. For instance, Shandler has noted that last season Adrian Beltre, in his final year with the Dodgers before becoming a free agent, reportedly showed up 20 pounds heavier than the year before. Beltre, whose career up to that point had been a story of unfulfilled promise, blasted 48 home runs, 25 more than he had ever hit in a single season -- for which he was rewarded, by the Seattle Mariners, with a new five-year, $64 million contract. (When a Tacoma, Wash., reporter asked if he had used steroids, Beltre laughed in denial.)

Another piece of evidence that steroids work is the reluctance of the players to part with their drugs. A few weeks ago, not long after after Major League Baseball's public humiliation before Congress, the commissioner's office released the names of 41 minor-league players who failed spring-training drug tests. The players came from just 10 of the 13 major-league organizations tested so far. Given the public outrage over steroid use during the off-season, you might think that the minor leaguers would have arrived in camp prepared. (They needn't stop taking steroids altogether; to avoid being caught they only had to stop taking them a few weeks before the test.) And yet an average of more than three players per organization appeared to be unwilling to play clean.

Perhaps all this means nothing. Perhaps minor leaguers are deluded about the importance of the drugs. On the other hand, they might be right that they need them -- that steroids are so helpful in today's game that a 15-game suspension and a reputation as a steroid user is a small price to pay for the benefits. The evidence is unlikely ever to be anything but inconclusive. There are too many alternative explanations for the power surge: players have altered their swings (though most swings are still idiosyncratically personal affairs); players have grown naturally stronger (but have they?); some hitters, like Barry Bonds, have switched from ash to maple bats (though most hitters haven't); pitchers aren't as good (though there is no hard evidence of this); ballparks are smaller (though a few are actually bigger).

But the ambiguity of steroids' effects may have, in an odd way, increased their grip on the game. Unable to parse the statistics and separate natural power from steroid power, the people who evaluate baseball players for a living have no choice but to ignore the distinction. They've come to view the increase in the number of young players without power who become older players with power as a new eternal truth about the game. ''Good hitters become power hitters, power hitters don't become good hitters'' has become a kind of cliche for baseball's more statistically minded general managers. Power is now understood as less an innate gift than a gettable skill -- more like speaking French than being 6-foot-3. Which is to say that steroids may have changed not only the way the game is played but also the way the game is understood. They have given birth to a big, beefy idea from whose side-effects no player is immune. Not even Steve Stanley.

The odd thing isn't that Stanley caved to the pressure to go get himself power, but how he caved -- how an idea now at the heart of baseball provoked him to behave, last spring, so unreasonably. All his life he'd been told he was too small to make a difference on a baseball field, and until he sat on the cusp of the major leagues, he'd never let it bother him. ''My dad was savvy enough to know that I was going to be small my entire life, because of my genes,'' he says. ''I remember him sitting me down and saying, 'You'll never pass the eye test, so you'll always have to prove that you can play, whereas a big guy has to prove he can't play.' '' His father shaped his game to minimize the costs of what he couldn't do and to maximize the benefits of what he could do. Steve Stanley could do two things impressively: put the bat on the ball and run. Mike Stanley pointed out to his son that the ball took a lot longer to get to first base from shortstop than from second base, so if you hit the ball to the shortstop you have a better chance of beating the throw. ''I never thought to elevate the baseball,'' Stanley says. ''I lived on the ground and up the middle. If I hit the ball weakly to third base, it's an out. But any ball two steps to the right of the shortstop, I'm safe. If the shortstop cheats to his right, I hit the ball up the middle. If the infield plays me deep, I bunt.''

He finished his career at Notre Dame with the third-most hits in N.C.A.A. history, the second-highest batting average and the most stolen bases ever at Notre Dame, and he led his team, in 2002, to its first College World Series appearance in 45 years. Notre Dame's baseball coach, Paul Mainieri, called him the finest defensive center fielder and the ''winningest'' position player he'd encountered in his 20 years as a college coach. Still, as Stanley entered the market for professional baseball players, his value appeared to collapse. Baseball scouts looked at him and saw a body unlike any in the big leagues. Scouts from two major-league teams told Stanley that, if he was lucky, he might be selected in the 15th round of the '02 draft, which is to say he'd be handed a thousand bucks, a plane ticket and a recommendation letter that told everyone in baseball not to pay him any mind. A scout from one big-league team told Coach Mainieri that his team couldn't draft his star center fielder at all, for fear of embarrassment.

But in June 2002, the Oakland A's shocked a lot of people, including Stanley, and took him as their second-round pick -- the 67th of 1,482 players drafted that year. The A's shocked him again by sending him, alone of the players drafted that June, straight to high-A ball, skipping the usual steps of rookie ball and low-A. When he arrived later that summer at the Oakland high-A affiliate in Modesto, Calif., Stanley discovered that his new team didn't own a uniform small enough to fit him, so he grabbed the bat boy's uniform and ran out into center field. That's when Oakland's general manager, Billy Beane, saw his new employee in the flesh for the first time, running out there in that uniform, and blurted out: ''God, he's a little runt! Take a deep breath and say, 'This can work.' '' The Modesto A's hitting coach, Brian McArn, recalls how Stanley showed up in Modesto with his college batting stance, his college shower shoes and his college spirit. ''He was physically running in and out of the batting cage during batting practice,'' McArn says. ''We all looked at him and thought: What is this guy doing? The first game he strikes out and he runs back to the dugout. We took him aside and told him: 'Look, we love your energy, but we play 140 games. You can walk. And when you strike out, don't run back to the dugout, because it looks like you're ashamed. Take a look at the pitcher. Give him a look.' ''

Well, Stanley wasn't going to frighten anyone; and in any case, he knew only one way to play baseball, the way he had always played. He took the game his father taught him into pro ball and succeeded well enough to be promoted, in 2003, to the Double-A team in Midland, Tex., where he made the all-star team. Heading into spring training in 2004, Steve Stanley was named the starting center fielder in Triple-A Sacramento, one rung below the major leagues. ''That almost never happens,'' Keith Lieppman, who runs the Oakland farm system, says. ''That we get a guy who starts in high A, goes straight to Double-A and then to Triple-A without a pause. You just don't see it.''

By last spring, Stanley was, for the first time in his career, being described in print as a ''prospect.'' His name appeared alongside hundreds of others in scouting handbooks; baseball people paid him a new, if reluctant, sort of attention. What they were saying about him, Stanley says, was that he was ''a good little player -- why do they always put it that way? A good little player.'' The noise buzzing in the back of his brain at the end of the preceding season in 2003 -- the noise that had led him to write a letter to the president -- was growing louder. Yes, he was a prospect, but the people closest to him -- his coaches, his teammates -- were letting him know that his little man's game had no place in the big leagues. In the big leagues, that ball two steps to the left of short wasn't a hit: the shortstop would be faster, his arm would be stronger. That line drive over the shortstop's head wouldn't fall for a hit, either. Outfielders, knowing Stanley could not even hit the ball to the wall, would cheat in, play him shallow, take that away from him too. When asked the same question -- whether Steve Stanley had a chance to play in the major leagues -- both Lieppman and Eric Kubota, the A's director of scouting, drew deep breaths and uttered exactly the same phrase: ''You don't see many guys who look like Stanley in the big leagues.''

In the first inning of one of the first games in spring training last year, Stanley stepped into the batter's box and scratched the dirt with his back foot. The off-season had proved that no matter how much he ate, or how much iron he pumped, he would remain a small-boned, 5-foot-7, 155-pound ballplayer. He knew that the Oakland coaches were looking for the answer to a single question: had he become strong enough to hit the ball 300 feet? He looked around: the stands were empty, apart from the coaches, a few scouts and an elderly gentleman in a blue sun hat who appeared as comfortable in the Arizona desert as a penguin. This was John Stanley, Steve's grandfather, who had flown out for a week from the family seat in Columbus, Ohio. He knew what baseball people said about his grandson.

The pitcher quickly got ahead. Stanley thought: Defend the plate. Just put the ball in play. The pitcher came with a fastball high in the strike zone but not so high Stanley felt happy to let it pass. He hit the ball on the fly to dead center field, the deepest part of the ballpark. The moment he saw its trajectory, he was sure he'd messed up. Sprinting toward first base he felt how he always felt when he hit a high fly ball: ''Like I did something wrong.'' Rounding first he glanced up and spotted the center fielder, staring. Then Stanley saw the ball, rocketing over the 410 marker and smashing into the top of the ''batter's eye,'' as the high, dark screen outside the ballpark is called. Allowed to fly freely, it would have landed about 450 feet from home plate.

It was the first time in his life Stanley had hit a ball over a center-field wall. A year earlier when he hit a ball off the right-field wall in batting practice, the entire team cheered. In his official career -- which at that point consisted of 1,003 college plate appearances and 741 minor-league ones -- he'd hit just three home runs, all little flies that barely cleared short right-field fences. Now, in a game, he'd launched a fastball with a force impressive even for a big-league slugger. Apart from the players, and me, there were only about 20 eyewitnesses. But theirs were the right eyes. Their cheers took the form of an unsettling hush.

''Where did that come from?'' Kubota asked finally.

Lieppman's jaw hung slack for a good 10 seconds. ''It's a mysterious game,'' he said.

John Stanley rose from his seat and walked away from the ball field, chuckling. ''If there really was an argument about Stephen,'' he said later, ''I think it just ended.''

To Stanley there was no mystery, no argument. It had required so many improbable events for him to get this far that he had come to accept the likelihood of the improbable. Even though he had written to the president to protest what had happened to the game he thought he knew how to play, he was now prepared to believe that he, too, might change: he might learn power. ''I believe that was supernatural,'' he told me later. ''The only way that happened was that God was there. Without getting too weird on you, I really believed God was making the little guy a testimony to his strength and power. That he intended for me to go out and hit 25 home runs.''

One way to understand baseball's obsession with power -- the insistence that, to make it to the big leagues these days, a player needs at least some -- is as a reaction to baseball's own ignorance. Even the experts are astonishingly bad at guessing who will become a good major-league player and who will not. Eddie Epstein, a former front-office employee with the Baltimore Orioles and San Diego Padres and a man with an analytical bent, recently illustrated the depth of the problem. Now a consultant to three major-league teams, Epstein was asked by one of them to analyze the success of past baseball drafts: how good have baseball scouts been at guessing which amateur players will make successful professional ones? Epstein took the first two rounds of the drafts from 1987 to 1998 and divided the picks into two groups: the supposedly ''can't miss'' players, taken with the first 20 picks and paid millions of dollars to sign professional contracts; and the ''shouldn't miss'' players, taken in the bottom of the first round and the top of the second round and paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to sign. Of the can't-miss prospects, less than half had meaningful major-league careers -- defined, modestly, by Epstein as having played regularly for three consecutive seasons -- and a quarter never appeared in a major-league game. Of the shouldn't-miss prospects, fully half never had an at-bat in the big leagues -just one in six had made it in the majors. One in six.

But that's only the beginning of the uncertainty. The relatively new ability of big-league front offices to translate minor-league statistics into major-league equivalents has exposed another layer of confusion: a lot of players who make it to the major leagues are essentially interchangeable with those who don't. As Paul DePodesta, general manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers, puts it: ''A very small percentage of the players in the big leagues actually are much better than everyone else, and deserve to be paid the millions. A slightly larger percentage of players are actually worse than players who are stuck in the minors, but those guys usually aren't the ones getting the big money. It's the vast middle where the bulk of the inefficiency lies -- the player who is a 'known' player due to his major-league service time making millions of dollars who can be replaced at little to no cost in terms of production with a player making close to the league minimum.'' Just beneath a thin tier of truly great big-league ballplayers is a roiling inferno of essentially arbitrary promotions and demotions, in which the outcomes are determined by politics, fashion, misunderstanding and luck. Put another way: the market for most baseball players is hugely speculative, more like the market for, say, new Internet stocks than the market for stocks in companies with healthy earnings. The investors don't know how to value the assets.

Heading into the 2002 draft, the Oakland A's had seven selections of the shouldn't-miss variety and a financial problem. They couldn't afford to pay amateur players the going rate to sign professional contracts. At the same time, they were asking themselves a good, if convenient, question: if this market is so speculative that the odds of finding genuinely good big leaguers with the current system of thought is one in six, how risky was it to think about the problem some other way? ''How much more wrong can we be?'' asked the Oakland general manager, Billy Beane. Instead of judging players as they had always been judged, by their ''tools'' -- the strength of their arms, the speed of their feet, etc. -- they judged them by their accomplishments. The Oakland front office combed through the statistics of college players and asked what might indicate something about a player's ability to make it in pro ball.

Getting on base a lot was the most valuable thing a hitter could do: a lineup of hitters with high on-base percentages and no power would score more runs than a lineup of hitters with high slugging percentages but low on-base numbers. (On-base percentage is between two and three times more valuable than slugging percentage, depending on whom you ask within baseball's statistical community.) If they could identify a knack for getting on base, the Oakland management figured, they were ahead of the game. Amateur hitters, they knew, fail to get on base as professionals because they lack a feel for the strike zone. Professional pitchers exploit this weakness more ruthlessly than college pitchers. Oakland's first hypothesis was that a college player who got himself on base at an extraordinarily high rate, and who drew many bases on balls, possessed a core competency: an ability to judge, and control, the strike zone. A keen eye, and the discipline to use it, reduced the risk that a hitter would fail completely as a pro.

The Oakland hypothesis might prove to be right; it might prove to be wrong. It might give Oakland a better-than-average shot at finding big-league players, or it might not. ''We didn't know the answer,'' Beane says, ''but if we made selections with some sort of process, we had the chance of finding some common denominators for success.'' The players Oakland selected in 2002 were not, in every case, bizarre: several of them turned up on the list of prospects in the leading scouting journal, Baseball America. To them, Oakland paid market-rate signing bonuses. But a surprising number were outliers who, were it not for Oakland's quixotic way of looking at the game, wouldn't ever have been given a real shot in pro ball. To them Oakland paid, relatively, chicken feed.

One sort of outlier encouraged by the Oakland experiment, at least at first, was the player, like Steve Stanley, who lacked power. There were two reasons the Oakland front office didn't worry too much about the ability of college players to hit home runs: the statistics suggested that a lot of good hitters acquired the ability to hit home runs in their early or even mid-20's; and if these players with their gift for getting on base continued to get on base, it didn't matter as much whether they hit home runs. A player like Stanley, if he just kept doing in pro ball what he had done in college ball, could become a valuable big leaguer. But what the Oakland front office did not anticipate was the pressure, even within its own farm system, on these oddly chosen players to conform to big-league norms. Their experiment had inadvertently dragged right into the center of the game a group of oddballs who had to decide what their response to the pressure would be. Stanley offered one kind of response -- a wildly improbable and charming faith that the Lord was going to turn him into a 25-homer-a-year slugger. But there were other responses.

When Oakland made him a first-round pick, Mark Teahen should have been as surprised as everyone else. Instead, he treated it as just another example of the odd ways people judged people. A few years before Oakland drafted him, his high-school classmates voted Teahen the shyest male in the school. If by ''shy'' you mean a bit slow to offer an opinion and gifted at shutting down a conversation, the label wasn't unfair. But Teahen was one of those people for whom silence is not reticence, or stupidity, or even being at a loss for something to say. It was caution. All that time Mark Teahen wasn't saying anything, he was busy wondering just how seriously to take what you had to say. His face was so open and friendly, his manner so pleasantly inoffensive, that when people met him they couldn't imagine him harboring critical thoughts. (After playing with Teahen, Nick Swisher, a fellow member of Oakland's 2002 draft class, declared, ''If you don't like T, you don't like people.'') He had a rare social gift, an ability to learn from other people's mistakes, rather than his own, without being obnoxious about it. From age 4 -- when he first went out into the backyard with his two brothers to hit a Wiffle ball -- he'd had a vision of himself playing in the big leagues, and he kept on the lookout for anything that might cloud it. ''It was weird, growing up in Yucaipa,'' east of Los Angeles, he says. ''You'd hear about this guy who was a can't-miss prospect. Then his career would end, and you'd hear, 'Oh, he got his girlfriend pregnant, and he had to come home.' '' Before his junior year in college, at St. Mary's in Moraga, Calif., expecting to be drafted, Teahen suspended a promising relationship with his college girlfriend. ''If I went in the eighth round and the money wasn't good,'' Teahen says, ''I didn't want the fact that I had a girlfriend at St. Mary's entering into the decision about whether to sign.''

Teahen was another beneficiary of the Oakland experiment -- another player dismissed by scouts for his lack of power to whom the A's had given a better chance. The reason the scouting journal Baseball America listed him a lowly 134th on its 2002 list of the best college players was the same reason it ignored Steve Stanley: Teahen didn't hit home runs. Like Steve Stanley, he hit lefty. Like Stanley, he preferred pitches on the outside half of the plate, out of a hitter's natural power zone -- but in the place where he could hit the ball the other way and beat out base hits. And like Stanley, his chief contribution to a baseball offense was his ability to get on base. The difference was that, unlike Stanley, Teahen had no obvious alibi: he was a big kid who played a position, third base, expected to generate home runs. And yet here he was, hitting .412 his junior year with a mere six home runs. ''My college coach sat me down early in my junior season,'' Teahen says, ''and told me that if I wanted to get drafted high I had to hit more home runs. And, if I wanted to help the team, I had to quit taking all those walks.'' His coach, like everyone who tried to advise Mark Teahen, interpreted his silence as assent, which made it easier for Teahen to ignore him. (''When you talk to Mark,'' says a former college teammate, ''sometimes he is listening but a lot of times what you say is going in one ear and out the other, and you can't tell which it is.'') And ignoring his coach turned out to be the most lucrative decision Mark Teahen ever made, because those walks were exactly what the Oakland Athletics were looking for. But of course, he could have had no notion of that at the time. ''Every scout I talked to -- that was their one question to me -- 'Can you hit for power?' '' Teahen recalls. ''I said, 'Yeah, I could hit for power.' '' He laughs. ''I understood that it was a process, I guess.''

But from the moment he turned pro, Teahen had one thing going for him that Stanley did not: the benefit of the doubt. He played like a small guy but he was a big guy -- and the apparent paradox wasn't hard to explain. From just under 6 feet and 175 pounds at the end of his senior year in high school he had grown to 6-foot-3 and 210 pounds at the end of his freshman year in college. This new physique came to him as a shock -- no one in his family was over 5-foot-11. ''No one could believe what had happened to him when he came back to Yucaipa,'' his high-school teammate, James Gaulke, recalls. ''There were literally people who didn't recognize him.'' His size tempted others to imagine how much different a player he might be than he was. When they saw him, baseball executives thought of big-league analogues: Jason Giambi, Todd Helton, Sean Burroughs. ''The first time I saw him,'' Allard Baird, a former scout and current general manager of the Kansas City Royals, says, ''he reminded me of the young Troy Glaus,'' the mammoth third baseman for the Arizona Diamondbacks. ''If he ever pulled the ball,'' Keith Lieppman, the A's farm-system director, told Baseball America, ''the guy could be a monster.''

To teach him how to pull the ball, the Oakland staff took Teahen into a room and showed him tapes of Jason Giambi. Giambi once had been just like him, they said: a third baseman who hit well but not powerfully. At the end of his first season, Oakland sent Teahen to a training center in Florida with instructions to gain 15 pounds and drop his body fat from 15 percent to 10 percent. He made a halfhearted stab at it -- and put on fat. (''I'm not sure how you do that, gain 15 pounds and lose all that body fat,'' he says. ''It'd be a lot easier if they didn't include the body-fat part of it.'') The extra weight made him feel clunky. And the attempt to pull the ball felt wrong. He dropped the weight, and kept on hitting the ball the other way. He didn't want to be Jason Giambi. He wanted to be Mark Teahen. And Mark Teahen, as a minor-league hitter, looked a lot like Steve Stanley. Twenty months younger than Stanley, but playing a level below him, Teahen had generated very similar batting totals over his two-year career in the minor leagues. Go to Chart

Maybe Teahen was lucky he was so slow to let other people know his thoughts, as they would have known his great capacity to ignore what they were telling him to do. Maybe things were going to work out for him either way. At any rate, he opened the 2004 season in Double-A Midland, and went on a monthlong tear. Six weeks into the season he was leading the Texas League in hitting, with a .335 average. He had six home runs, nearly half as many as he had hit his whole life up to that point. Tellingly, all but two of them had been to left field: he still wasn't pulling the ball. He still wasn't hitting like a power hitter. It was then, during the first hot streak of Teahen's pro career, that a 90 m.p.h. fastball from Chicago White Sox pitcher Damaso Marte struck the right hand of Oakland's $66 million third baseman, Eric Chavez, and broke it.

Oakland had no genuine third baseman on its Triple-A team. Up Mark Teahen shot to Triple-A, and not because the Oakland front office was happy to move him; they would have preferred to leave him in Double-A and see just how real his hot streak was. (''I hate this,'' Billy Beane said at the time. ''I'd rather leave him down on the salmon farm and fatten him up.'') But they weren't sure how long Eric Chavez would be out, and Oakland felt it had no choice but to prepare Teahen for the big leagues. To make room for Teahen's bat in the lineup, someone in Sacramento had to sit. The regular third baseman, Mike Edwards, was more naturally an outfielder -- and so back to the outfield he moved. As it happened, there was an open spot there, as one Sacramento outfielder, in his quest to hit with power, was not hitting at all: Stanley.

That single 450-foot shot hit in early spring training had led Steve Stanley to convince himself he was capable of acquiring power. Only in retrospect did he grasp why he was so susceptible to the pressure to change. ''From Day 1, I've had people telling me I was too small,'' he says. ''And in the back of my mind, I always thought, They're probably right. It's amazing how people look at you and it does something to your psyche.'' From the moment he arrived in Sacramento, his coaches tried to enlarge his game. In batting practice they fed him inside pitches, and told him to focus on pulling the ball. In games, instead of looking for the pitch on the outside half of the plate that he could place in the hole between third and short, he'd wait for something on the inner half of the plate that he could drive. In batting practice the balls left the park. Before the first game of the season, his hitting coach bet him that he'd hit six home runs in the first nine games. Those words stuck in his mind.

But then the games began, and the balls didn't fly as far. A lot of them didn't fly at all. After 25 games and 96 plate appearances in Triple-A, Stanley was hitting .250, with many fewer walks than usual, one double, no triples and no home runs; in 25 games he had hit just a single ball to the left side of the infield. In trying to hit with power he had pulled himself out of the game. His manager, Tony DeFrancesco, called him into his office and gave him the bad news. ''He told me, point blank, that nothing in my game translated to the major-league level,'' Stanley recalls. And then came the accident: Eric Chavez went down; Mark Teahen came up. To make room for Teahen, Stanley went to the bench -- and so far off any prospect list that no one would ever remember he'd been on one. ''His little window opened up for a few seconds,'' Keith Lieppman, director of the A's farm system, says. ''Then it closed.''

As Stanley floundered about and wondered how his career had so suddenly gone poof, Mark McLemore arrived to tell him what a fool he'd been. McLemore was 39 years old, in the final season of an 19-year major-league career. Coming off a knee injury, he needed to face some live pitching in Triple-A before returning to play second base for the big league Oakland A's. McLemore's offensive value his entire career had been his ability to get on base -- in 18 previous big-league seasons he had hit just 51 home runs and had a career slugging percentage of .341, about the same as Stanley's. Before one game he stopped whatever he was doing and paid attention to Stanley's batting practice. When Stanley hit a hard ground ball to the right of the shortstop, the hitting coach shouted, ''Those little slap hits aren't going to work in the big leagues!'' When Stanley finished, McLemore pulled him aside. ''Don't you listen to a word that man says,'' he said. He pointed to the hole on the left side of the infield, between short and third, as if it contained the mother lode. ''See that hole over there -- there's $40 million in it. I know because I made it.''

Six weeks was all it took. Two careers, which just a few months earlier had been on such similar paths, had forked, incredibly. Teahen played 20 games in Triple-A Sacramento and hit zero home runs. But by moving Teahen to Triple-A, Oakland added momentum to his narrative: Mark Teahen was a player on the move -- a player who looked like a big leaguer. People noticed. After a game in late June, three weeks after his promotion, Teahen walked into the clubhouse, past a sweatless Stanley. The television was tuned, as always, to ESPN. The announcer promoted a coming segment with ESPN's baseball reporter, Peter Gammons. Gammons had the scoop on which team was about to land Carlos Beltran; the sensational center fielder of the hopeless Kansas City Royals was assumed to be on the trading block. Teahen was interested, as a fan. Oh, I'll just sit here and watch that, he thought, putting off showering. Gammons came on and said that Beltran would be dealt to the Houston Astros in a three-team trade that included the Oakland A's. Kansas City's general manager, Allard Baird, was intent on getting a future big-league third baseman, and Oakland had the guy: Mark Teahen. ''Pretty cool,'' said Teahen. ''It's the first time my name's been mentioned on 'Baseball Tonight.' '' Then he promptly shut up.

The next day it was official: Mark Teahen was sent to Kansas City, along with two other players, in the deal that sent Carlos Beltran to Houston. Of the three, Teahen was advertised as the prize. ''Without him'' Baird said, ''there wouldn't have been a deal.'' Why was Kansas City -- which had had no interest in drafting Mark Teahen just two years earlier -- so keen on him now? The short answer is that their general manager needed a young third baseman, and Teahen was the most likely candidate. The long answer is that Kansas City, haltingly, was buying into the new school of baseball analysis. Baird had, not long ago, hired a statistical analyst. (''I'd tell you who he is,'' he says, ''but he doesn't want me to reveal his identity.'') He still values the opinions of his traditional scouts, of course. But when asked if he would have even thought to pursue Mark Teahen, if he had not had someone analyzing Mark Teahen's minor-league statistics, he says: ''That's tough to answer. I will tell you this -- that the numbers heighten the awareness of a player. And our scouts all said that they didn't think he'd hit for enough power.''

To cut through the tangle of opinion about Mark Teahen's ability, Baird had flown to Sacramento to watch Teahen play. ''He played a lot smaller than he was,'' Baird recalls. ''He was quick, agile and a very polished third baseman.'' He didn't hit with power, but that didn't matter so much. ''Good hitters develop power,'' Baird says. ''You look at those legs, and you can see that there is untapped power in them.'' The young man just needed to make a few adjustments. Change that weird swing of his -- that had him hitting everything to left field.

Kansas City picked up where Oakland left off, trying to coax Mark Teahen into hitting with more power. Baird arranged for George Brett, the legendary Royals third baseman of the 1980's, to work with him. ''George was the perfect guy for Mark,'' Baird says, ''because if you look at George's early career he did the same things -- taking everything to the opposite field.'' Brett, a delightfully unpretentious Hall of Famer, spent two days explaining how, in effect, to hit like George Brett. How to get the bat around more quickly so that he could pull the inside pitch. Once again Teahen nodded, smiled and said nothing. For two days, with Brett looking on, Teahen went into the Triple-A batter's box and cantilevered backward, bat lowered and tucked tightly against his back shoulder. Just like George Brett! Then Brett left -- and Teahen went right back to hitting a baseball the way he always had. ''Two days!'' Brett said, six months later, not knowing whether to laugh or scream. ''That kid, he did what I showed him for two days. . . . Then the moment I left he went back to doing it his way.'' Brett stopped and thought about Mark Teahen's problem. ''It might help if he wasn't so quiet,'' he said. ''If he told you a little more what he was thinking.''

God's plan for Steve Stanley turned out to be not as simple as he first presumed. ''I think we can look at what God does and take it to mean what we want it to mean,'' Stanley said last month -- just before he learned that he was going to start the season in Double-A, a rung below where he started out last year. ''When I hit that ball in spring training, I took it to mean that I was meant to hit home runs. God meant it differently.'' In the first six weeks of last season, Steve Stanley had gone from a prospect with true hope to a guy without any margin of error. All along, people had expected him to fail and, when he didn't, they pressed him to change the way he played, and when he did that and failed they said: ''Aha! See! He doesn't belong!'' His name appears on none of the recently released prospect lists. For instance, John Sickels, who publishes one of the more interesting of these, The Baseball Prospect Book, dropped Stanley from his 2005 guide to the top 900 minor-league players. ''He played O.K. in Double-A,'' Sickels says, ''but he moves to Triple-A and loses 70 points off his average. And his scouting reports have never been that good. And so I thought, He faced better pitching and he couldn't handle it.''

Except the story didn't quite end there. Last July the A's shipped Stanley from Sacramento back to Midland, Tex., from Triple-A to Double-A. The demotion was embarrassing, but by the time it came he was grateful for it. (''They could have just let me rot in Sacramento.'') A piece of Scripture gave him strength: ''The fear of others lays a snare but one who trusts in the Lord is secure. Many seek the favor of a ruler but it is from the Lord that one gets justice.'' (Proverbs 29.)

Stanley decided that, whatever else happened, he was no longer going to seek the favor of man -- which is another way of saying he wasn't going to take any more advice. He was going to play the game the way he best knew how. ''I might go down in flames,'' he told me, ''but they'll be my flames.'' Waiting for him in Midland was Brian McArn, who had coached Stanley on his rise and seen what he had done. McArn expected -- still expects -- Steve Stanley one day to play in the big leagues. He has faith -- and faith is something Stanley knows how to justify. Upon his arrival, Stanley announced that he was putting an end to a career as a power hitter and going back to playing the game the way he had always played it. ''I hope I never hit another home run in my career,'' he said. In the final six weeks of the season he came to the plate 148 times and finished with a .419 batting average and an astounding .480 on-base percentage. (The league average was .332) He led the entire league, for the time he was in it, in both categories. When he joined Midland, it was the only losing team in the A's farm system. Midland won seven straight after he arrived and finished with a winning record.

Stanley wasn't invited to the A's big-league spring training camp this year. In mid-March he returned to minor-league camp, and from there was sent back down to the Double-A team in Texas. The scouts still point to his size and say, ''That'll never work.'' The numbers guys still point to his power numbers, and the damning evidence that he was ''exposed'' in Triple-A. But no one actually knows. They don't know exactly how important power is; and they certainly don't know that power is necessary. They're all just guessing. Guessing intelligently, in some cases, but still guessing. One day another accident may occur, and Steve Stanley may wind up in the big leagues. And when he does, he says, what he hopes people who saw him play will say is, ''That guy changes the way the game is played.''

So Maybe Just Getting On Base a Lot Is O.K. After All

It's a warm, sunny afternoon earlier this month in Southern California, the flags are flapping, the wind is blowing out. It's a good day to be a power hitter, but Mark Teahen, as he steps into the batter's box and draws a bead on the pitcher, still isn't one. He hasn't changed the shape of his game or his body. He's carrying the same 210 pounds he brought with him into pro ball. He's as stubborn as ever, and as quiet. Everything about him is recognizable but for his external circumstances. He's playing before a major-league crowd of 45,000, against the Los Angeles Angels in Anaheim, and the pitcher is the all-star reliever Brendan Donnelly. In place of the $13,800 he expected to earn this season in Triple-A, Teahen is making $316,000. (''Am I $300,000 better than I was a month ago?'' he asks, with real wonder.)

Last April he was a rung below Steve Stanley in the minor leagues, with all but the same batting statistics. Last June, when Kansas City traded for him, Teahen became, tacitly, a future big leaguer, but it still wasn't clear when the future would happen. This past January he was invited, for the first time, to big-league training camp, where there was just one other third baseman, a 31-year-old journeyman named Chris Truby. In mid-March, Truby broke his wrist. Rumors began to fly that Teahen, who had just turned 23, would open the season in the big leagues. (''I've done more interviews in the last two days than I've done the rest of my life,'' he said after Truby got hurt, faintly perplexed by the radical change in his circumstances.) But no one in management said anything directly to him; everyone just pretended that nothing important had happened. Then one day in the dugout, the Royals manager, Tony Pena, turned to him and asked. ''Do you think you're ready for the big leagues?''

It was the first time Pena had tried to converse with Mark Teahen. ''Yes,'' Teahen said, without even pretending to think it over.

An awkward pause followed. Teahen asked: ''Do you think I'm ready for the big leagues?''

''No,'' Pena said, and went back to watching the game.

A long minute later he turned back to Teahen and asked, ''Really, do you think you are ready for the big leagues?''

Two days later, Pena was quoted in the Kansas City press responding to a question about the new third baseman. ''This kid, everybody knows what we have in him,'' said Pena, making two points at once. ''This kid can play.''

And then a funny thing happened. The moment Mark Teahen became the Kansas City Royals major-league third baseman -- poof -- the pressure to change vanished. He was in, and the forces that once worked against him now conspired to confirm the wisdom of the decision to let him in. He was in the big leagues because he belonged in the big leagues. The people around him forgot about his dearth of power -- and you couldn't help wondering, in the wake of the steroids scandal, if a weakening of the power obsession might not be a new trend. ''I do not want to see Teahen go out and try to hit home runs,'' Pena says. Instead, his coaches and manager observed his play and supplied the name of a big leaguer of yore who succeeded with much the same style. ''He just reminds me a little bit of Wade Boggs,'' Pena says. ''He stays inside the ball so well. When you're teaching young players, you are teaching them to deal with the outside pitch. He already deals with the outside pitch. He's very smart.'' Boggs seldom hit the ball out of the park, but he often hit the ball -- he had a gift for taking pitches on the outside part of the plate and flicking them into left field. The Boggs analogy will do nicely until the game figures out who Mark Teahen really is. But this might take a bit of time. ''He is real quiet,'' Pena says. ''Sometimes you have to be careful with quiet people because you do not know what they are thinking.''

Come to think of it, it is surprising how little the people who evaluate baseball players know about them -- apart from the shapes and sizes and statistics. They seldom bother to explore their roots as players. Baseball players make their livings doing something they have done since they were small children; every player has a physical history, a source for the reflexes that get him through a game. Mark Teahen is no exception. This odd swing of his -- the reason he's a good hitter but not a power hitter -- has a rich provenance. There was nothing to do in Yucaipa except play baseball -- or, at any rate, nothing else he wanted to do. Every afternoon he and his two brothers would go out into the backyard for a game of Wiffle ball. Right field -- the natural power zone for a left hander like Teahen -- ended at the back of the house. If you hit the ball on the roof, it got stuck in the gutter, so the boys declared what would have normally been a home run an out. It was left field, a low brick wall, that tempted the hitter. Reach out over the plate and serve the ball into left field, and you had yourself a home run. Mark and his older brother Matt, both lefties, developed an extreme tendency to go the other way, to try to hit the ball over the left-field wall. Only his younger brother, Mick, the lone righty, learned to pull the ball and hit with power.

In Anaheim that afternoon, Brendan Donnelly quickly got ahead of Teahen, 0-2, and then tried to put him away with a pitch on the outside corner. Teahen reached out -- and when he reached he traveled backward in time . . . he was reaching not for Brendan Donnelly's fastball, he was reaching for . . . a Wiffle ball and trying to flick it over the left-field wall. He was reaching out as a small, fast high-school middle infielder who was not designed to hit home runs . . . he was reaching the way a small boy who doesn't know he will grow into a big man reaches, just hoping to poke the ball into the hole between third and short and beat it out. He was reaching out the way he had always reached out. They had tried to stop him from reaching out. To teach him power. They had tried to sever his game from its roots. And he didn't let them. And that was why his bat made hard contact with Brendan Donnelly's sinking fastball. That's why he was here now. In the big leagues. Standing on first base. Safe.

Michael Lewis, a contributing writer, is the author of ''Moneyball'' and the soon-to-be-published ''Coach,'' which expands on an article he wrote for the magazine last spring. He last wrote about Eli Manning, the rookie quarterback for the New York Giants.

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(although he is right
about lots of things; still, though,
SOMEONE HAS TO WIN)

The BP in-season stats are up:

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And the two worst non-pitching VORPs in the majors arrrrrrre -- Jack Wilson and Ty Wigginton!

"Neifi Perez (.366/.408/.549) is A) inhabiting Bizarro World; B) possessed by the spirit of Honus Wagner; or C) discreetly peeking back at the catcher for pitch locations. We shave with Occam's Razor around here, and await the pitcher who sends Neifi sprawling for his wayward glances."

Patched infielder shortage with an unlikely cast: Jermaine Dye and Joe Crede at shortstop, Chris Widger at third base, and within a hair's breadth of activating manager Ozzie Guillen, who might have sacrificed with nobody on just to show us chumps how it's done. Ominous and not completely unrelated sign: team .318 OBP (24th).

VOROS McCRACKEN!

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I love this stuff.

The cardinal precept of statisticians, at least within the foul lines of baseball, is that one must not accept any declaration on simple faith. Never let anything breathe the air of blithe acceptance when it can be smothered in ream upon ream of data-driven analysis.

Numbers buffs strive to examine any part of the game in which the traditionalists show unflanked confidence, even if it's just some pitching coach. Then again, this isn't just some pitching coach. This is Leo Mazzone, baseball's pitching Midas, who year after year keeps the Atlanta Braves' ever-changing pitching staff the class of the National League.

J. C. Bradbury, an assistant professor of economics at the University of the South in Sewanee, Tenn., has spent much of his life tuned into Braves games, watching Mazzone consistently thrive with staffs annually reworked like a map of Eastern Europe. It's happening again this year. After yet another round of major turnover, Atlanta entered the weekend with a 3.45 team earned run average, second best in the National League.

More strikingly, Mazzone has turned so many struggling starters (Jaret Wright and John Burkett, for example) and relievers (Mike Remlinger and Chris Hammond) into coveted commodities who didn't continue their success elsewhere that Bradbury decided to peer inside the numbers.

"Maybe we're just remembering the success stories," Bradbury said, noting that he began his study suspecting that Mazzone was overrated. "I needed to know."

Mazzone has had 98 Braves pitch at least 30 innings in a season during his 15 years in Atlanta. Bradbury examined the performance of each before, during and after his time with the Braves, always compensating for league, home park, age and defense so those factors did not cloud the data.

Using multiple regression techniques, he isolated the effect of pitching under Mazzone and not. The change turned out to be even more than Bradbury expected: a decrease of 0.62 in E.R.A., essentially turning a mediocre pitcher with a 4.10 E.R.A. into a quite valuable one at 3.48. Or, as Bradbury put it, "about the same as the Coors Field effect in the opposite direction."

A perfect illustration of the Mazzone Effect is Remlinger, a middle reliever with a 4.63 career E.R.A. before he pitched for the Braves from 1999 to 2002. He posted a 2.65 E.R.A. in his four Atlanta seasons, and with the Cubs it has since risen to 3.73. Even after Bradbury considered factors like Remlinger's ages as a Brave (33 to 36) and how he left a park that favors pitchers (Turner Field) for the opposite (Wrigley Field), his adjusted E.R.A. was 3.82 before Mazzone, 3.35 during and 4.23 after.

Starters generally benefited, too. After adjusting for the fact that they spent their prime years under Mazzone, Denny Neagle, Tom Glavine and Greg Maddux still pitched considerably better with him than without him.

Mazzone, a self-deprecating West Virginian who likes to say, "I may get stupid real fast," is known for having his pitchers throw twice between starts, rather than the now conventional once. He also preaches working the outside of the plate, preferably with a changeup and a controlled fastball. The left-hander Mike Hampton, one of Mazzone's current success stories, said, "Everyone knows it: Leo's the best."

That brings up the next question: How does Mazzone compare with other pitching coaches? Two students in a Tufts University experimental American studies course, the Analysis of Baseball: Statistics and Sabermetrics, pursued that matter last fall. (Such classes, usually in the applied mathematics vein, have recently cropped up at several colleges.) For their final paper, the students analyzed Mazzone's record much as Bradbury had - with similar results - but did not stop there.

Peter Bendix, a freshman from Cleveland, and Matt Gallagher, a sophomore from Winchester, Mass., also examined the Yankees' Mel Stottlemyre, whose effectiveness was questioned this season by the team's principal owner, George Steinbrenner. Stottlemyre has coached for the Mets, the Astros and the Yankees since 1984. All together, Bendix and Gallagher estimated, pitchers posted E.R.A.'s 0.30 lower under Stottlemyre; with the Yankees it was 0.19.

"I wanted to look at pitchers' injury rates," Gallagher said with a sigh, "but I had five other classes in the spring semester that weren't about baseball, unfortunately."

All three researchers agree that separating Mazzone's skill from that of General Manager John Schuerholz and Manager Bobby Cox is difficult; the three have formed Atlanta's brain trust since 1990. Schuerholz is surely good at identifying pitchers who will succeed under Mazzone's system, and Cox deploys them deftly during games. But given how Schuerholz and Cox defer to Mazzone on many pitching matters and credit his system with their persistent mound dominance, his impact is undeniable.

And not unquantifiable, thanks to the number crunchers.

"We already knew Leo was a good pitching coach," Bradbury said. "But now we really know it."

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"I don't know why I'm off. And, of course, they didn't tell me Thursday — that would be too easy, they waited until today [Friday] when my mom and dad are here for the games."
--Reds outfielder Adam Dunn, on his day off last Friday, despite hitting a 455-foot home run the night before (Dayton Daily News)

"I probably would have gotten two days off."
--Dunn, on what would have happened had he hit a 500-foot home run

By ALAN SCHWARZ

Brian Cashman, the Yankees' general manager, has maintained repeatedly this season that he will recommend no blockbuster trades and make no drastic moves to shake his sedentary club like a snow globe. First, there's his belief that the $200 million payroll should be adequate. And second, even if this aging club wanted more veterans, the Yankees have few marquee minor leaguers to trade.

But Cashman's willingness to stay the course also derives from another source: his consultation of the statistics that are trickling quietly into baseball's front offices, helping general managers throughout the majors assess teams - from the seemingly overachieving Washington Nationals to the disappointing Yankees - as the season hits the midway mark.

"Typically, it's pretty accurate," Cashman said of the data. "It weeds out who is playing above their heads for a period of time, and who might be playing below their levels. Those type of measurements certainly come into play - you have to look at it."

Baseball's statistics community has spent decades confirming that a team's won-lost record can be predicted by its aggregate runs scored and runs allowed. (Because the actual formula raises these figures to the power of 2, it is colloquially called the Pythagorean method.) Most important, these metrics - as well as others that consider deeper statistics like home runs, walks and records in one-run games - can give a truer picture of a team's talent and potential than a won-lost record.

The best examples this season are the Nationals and the Chicago White Sox, who are flying far higher atop the standings than their performances would suggest. Although in first place at 47-31, Washington has been outscored this season by 324 runs to 322 - soil from which a .500 record usually grows, and suggesting a withering summer could be imminent. Similarly, the 53-24 White Sox have won five more games than their 370-286 total score would indicate.

(It should be noted that these "extra" victories are in the books and can't be taken away; it's just that they will probably not reoccur in the second half, diluting a team's final record.)

But there is strong hope for teams like Cashman's Yankees. They have scored 414 runs and yielded 388, pointing to a 41-36 record that's two games better than the Yankees' actual one going into Friday night's game. But this projection game can go extra innings.

The Yankees' run totals aren't quite what they have deserved, either. If you replace their real-life runs with ones that would result from raw statistics like home runs, stolen bases and so on (those calculations will be mercifully skipped here), the team emerges as more of a 43-34 club held down by several levels of bad luck.

Baseball executives have also begun to consider how a team's record in one-run games can disguise its overall strength. Many studies over the past 25 years have demonstrated that teams excelling at one-run games over one period of time can struggle in the next. Therefore, a team with an uncharacteristic record in one-run games should expect something more normal in the future.

This year's Padres, who are leading the National League West, should beware. They have a 43-36 record but have won 18 of 25 one-run games, something they will be hard pressed to repeat in the second half. Meanwhile, teams like the Toronto Blue Jays and the Florida Marlins, who are fluttering around .500 but have performed poorly in one-run games, may prove more dangerous than they appear.

Conventional wisdom holds that teams with strong closers and managers do better in one-run games. (For example, the Padres and the Nationals have thrived because San Diego's Trevor Hoffman and Washington's Chad Cordero have been outstanding.) But evidence suggests otherwise. As one of many illustrations, the Atlanta Braves won the N.L. East from 2002 through 2004 with the same closer, John Smoltz, and the same manager, Bobby Cox, while posting one-run records of 28-17, 17-25 and 27-17.

Craig Wright, the in-house statistics analyst for the Texas Rangers from 1981 to 1985 (some teams had numbers people even earlier), discovered that the records of teams in games decided by two runs or more was considerably more significant in predicting performance.

"If I were a manager, I would hate to think someone was trying to evaluate the job I'm doing based on my team's record in one-run games," Wright wrote in an e-mail message. "They are pretty much anybody's game."

It must have seemed that way to Cashman and the Yankees last Tuesday night, when their late 4-3 lead over the Orioles turned into a 5-4 loss, the game ending on a home run by Brian Roberts off the left-hander Mike Stanton. Cashman's rational side said that he needed to pan back from such losses, however painful, and realize that they were often less significant at a distance. But even a stat-savvy general manager has limits.

"It's easy for me to use the statistics as backup and say we are better than our record shows," Cashman said. "But that doesn't eliminate some of the obvious problems that this club has revealed."

Sure enough, Stanton's pitch to Roberts became his last as a Yankee; Cashman designated him for assignment two days later. Projections go only so far, and certainly less far than that homer Stanton coughed up. Like the ball Roberts hit deep into the Baltimore night, that potential Yankee victory will never come back.

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"Giambi is on pace for 47 runs scored this season... his OBP is .384. ...So why is he having such trouble scoring runs despite otherwise accommodating factors? Part of it is that for much of the season he’s batted in front of the feckless duo of Bernie Williams and Tony Womack (and the fact that the Yankees have hit a mere .234/.294/.355 with Giambi on base), but part of it is also Giambi’s lamentable base-running skills. In the few Yankee games I've seen this season, watching Giambi on the base paths called to mind Dom DeLuise in a wading pool of pancake syrup. In this case, the numerical evidence backs up the anecdotal.

In terms of Speed Scores, the Bill James concoction designed to provide a thumbnail glance at a player’s fleetness of foot, Giambi fares poorly even by first base/DH standards. Consider the following:

Player/Position Speed Score
AL 1B 4.44
AL DH 4.20
Giambi 2.54

Giambi’s Speed Score is only 57.2% of that of the average AL first baseman and only 60.5% of that of the average DH. (And keep in mind that first basemen and designated hitters are, presumably, the slowest players on the diamond.) Watch the Yankees play even a few times this season, and you’ll notice that Giambi has much difficulty in going from first to third on a single, scoring from first on a double or reaching home from second on a shallow outfield hit. It’s enough to make Yankee partisans long to drag the fleeting Herb Washington prototype howling from the vaults. Furthermore, when Giambi does indulge in his lone "core competency" these days--getting on base--he’s on first the overwhelming majority of the time.
Excluding his five home runs this season, Giambi has been on base 71 times, and on 66 of those occasions (93.0% of the time) he’s begun at first base. When Giambi’s on first, it’ll more often than not take two or three hits to score him, and it certainly affords the defense rather leisurely pivots on groundball double plays (and considering Giambi’s posting his highest groundball/fly-ball ratio since his rookie season, it’s something of a miracle he’s hit into only three DPs this year). In other words, in many ways Giambi in 2005 is an object lesson in the limits of OBP. Getting on base is an indisputably good thing, but if you lack the wheels to provide your team with even mediocre base running, the genuine value of that OBP is lessened significantly."

"[Francona] just pretty much called me a dumbass and told me to keep my mouth zipped. Timlin is going to be a part-time closer and Schilling is going to get his work in. But our team is a much better team if Schilling is that ace pitcher. I'm not going to back down from that."

-- Johnny Damon, on his meeting with manager Terry Francona after he made his comments about Schilling

...has anyone seen Chris Hammond lately? He's become very fun to watch, dropping his change-up down to "LaLob" velocities. The pitch moves towards the plate like a fourth grader walking to the principal's office.

The other night, Howie Rose during the Mets game said Hammond's 61-mph lob was "a Bugs Bunny curveball." STRIKE ONE STRIKE TWO STRIKE THREE YEER OUT!

the 7 HRs in 45 IP are a bit troubling, though.

http://www.baseballprospectus.com/news/

In most lines of work, failing to do what your boss asks will not help your performance review. Relief pitching, however, is a strange profession.

A pitcher who enters the game with runners on base usually has the express mission of stranding them. If he allows them to score, he may cost his team a game, but he can still improve his earned run average, the main yardstick of his success, along the way.

Ron Villone of the Mariners did that Thursday, allowing the Indians runner he inherited to score the go-ahead run while Villone still posted a 0.00 E.R.A. for the game. Dan Kolb of the Braves got even a bigger payoff for failing the night before. Entering a game against the Nationals with no outs in eighth inning, he frittered away a two-run lead but still emerged with a victory and a reduced E.R.A.

E.R.A., said Mark Shapiro, the Indians' general manager, "is definitely not a good indicator for relief pitchers." But it is still the first thing just about everybody checks when looking at a reliever's numbers.

So with bullpens more important than they have ever been, it's time for something better than E.R.A. It does not need to be completely different. It just needs to describe what actually occurs on the field - to point out, for example, that Cliff Politte has been a crucial part of the White Sox' success this season and that Justin Duchscherer of the A's has been overrated.

The beauty of E.R.A. is that people have an inherent feel for what it means. Anything below 3.00 signals excellence, while 5.00 can mean a trip to the minors (except perhaps in Cincinnati, where it is better than the team average).

The problem is that the statistic does not take into account the runners a pitcher inherits. Allowing them to score brings no penalty, and stranding them has no reward.

This fatal flaw is a big reason that judging relievers is so much harder than judging most other players. Think of it this way: Would you have an easier time coming up with a list of the 25 best starting pitchers in baseball or a list of the 10 best middle relievers?

Managers and front offices often seem to be in the dark, too. This year's All-Star rosters included only one middle reliever: Duchscherer. Even the richest teams struggle regularly to construct good bullpens.

Building a better bullpen measure starts with dividing the blame for a run between the pitcher who put the man on base and the pitcher who later allowed him to score. John Foster, the Braves reliever who bequeathed the two Nationals runners to Kolb last week, certainly deserved some of the responsibility for them. But Foster did not deserve all of it, even though the E.R.A. calculations saddled him with precisely that.

On average, putting runners on first and second with no outs - the mess Foster made - leads to 0.9 more runs than a typical inning. One of the runners often scores. Both of them usually do not.

In a fairer world, the main pitching statistic would have charged Foster for the damage he did, 0.9 runs, but no more, whether or not the two runners ended up scoring. Since they did score, Kolb would have gotten the rest of blame: 1.1 runs' worth.

Had the runners been stranded, Kolb would instead have received credit for his good work. His line could have been 1 inning with minus 0.9 runs allowed. His runs-allowed total for the season would actually drop.

It's a strange notion, the idea that a pitcher is credited with negative runs. But it makes a lot of sense when you give it some thought. Don't you expect some runs to score when the other team has, say, the bases loaded with no outs? So isn't a pitcher who extricates a team from such a jam preventing runs?

It all works out at the end of the game, too. The number of runs a team gives up is equal to the sum of the runs that each pitcher allows. The negatives and positives cancel out.

Baseball Prospectus, the research group whose Web site is read closely in a good number of front offices, calculates a statistic called Fair Run Average, or F.R.A., using a method similar to the one described here. It shows that Politte, Roberto Hernandez of the Mets and Al Reyes of the Cardinals have been better than their E.R.A.'s this season. They have either stranded lots of runners they have inherited, or they have been charged with many runs that were not fully their fault, because they were ill-served by the relievers who followed them.

Mike Timlin of the Red Sox, Tom Gordon of the Yankees, J. C. Romero of the Twins and Duchscherer have not helped their teams as much as their E.R.A.'s indicate. They have failed to rescue the pitchers who came before them or have left messes for others to clean up.

F.R.A. is more complicated than E.R.A., but most people do not sit down and calculate E.R.A. by themselves anyway. They look it up. They could do the same with F.R.A. if it ever became as widely available as its antiquated predecessor. And it should, because who really needs a baseball statistic that fails to capture the way the game is really played?

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The kudos for the day go to Jim Hendry and John Schuerholz. Hendry got the best OBP guy on the market by trading Jody Gerut to the Pirates for Lawton. Lawton's lefty .380 OBP is exactly what the Cubs' offense, loaded with power and outs, needed. How the Cubs align their outfield, which currently lacks a true center fielder, will be interesting, but keep in mind that they have a strikeout/groundball staff, and Wrigley is one of the smaller outfields in the game. If any team can give away some outfield defense, it's the Cubs.

Schuerholz, meanwhile, picked up Farnsworth to bolster a bullpen being held together by hopes and dreams. Farnsworth is a strikeout right-hander, something the Braves sorely lacked in the late innings. Having him gives Bobby Cox flexibility late in games, where he can choose to go for a whiff or a groundball with Danny Kolb.

http://www.baseballprospectus.com/statistics/inh_beq_pitcher2005.php

http://firejoemorgan.blogspot.com/2005/07/john-kruk-will-not-stand-for-this.html

by Bill James

http://www.hs.ttu.edu/hdfs3390/hh_brettandgwynn.htm

regardless of what you think of kruk as a broadcaster, that is fucking awesome.

Trying to Keep Records Pure Could Prove to Be Futile
By ALAN SCHWARZ

TORONTO, Aug. 5 - For all the reverence that baseball's record book receives - few volumes are treated so sacredly - the sport has, historically, never been inclined to penalize the convicted or admitted cheats within it.

Consider Gaylord Perry, who from 1962 to 1983 unabashedly threw pitches slathered with Vaseline while winning 314 games and earning entry into the Hall of Fame. Or Norm Cash, a slugger for the Detroit Tigers, who in 1961 admittedly corked his bat and hit an impressive .361 with 41 home runs and 132 runs batted in; in his next 13 seasons in the major leagues, he never finished with a batting average above .283.

Their numbers live forever in encyclopedias and on various lists, as if they had been accomplished squarely within the rules.

But with the recent 10-day suspension of the Baltimore Orioles' Rafael Palmeiro, who tested positive for using steroids, the debate was joined once again over how, or even whether, to enter steroid-tainted achievements in the record books.

One might expect that the disclosure would outrage the records committee of the Society for American Baseball Research, a worldwide organization of nearly 7,000 intent on maintaining the integrity of baseball's historical record. The group held its annual meeting here.

The members of this committee are known for two things: caring deeply about home runs, batting averages and other statistical details; and, just as starkly, never agreeing on anything. After all, these are the people who argue for days about a double here and a putout there, and whether Ferdie Schupp of the New York Giants actually posted the National League's lowest earned run average back in 1916 - a jaw-dropping 0.90.

The group of about 50 experts, mostly middle-aged men wearing the jerseys or caps of their favorite team, almost immediately reached a consensus on the steroids quandary. Perhaps more reflexively than most baseball fans who were stung by Palmeiro's suspension, most of these seasoned numbers buffs remained resignedly pragmatic when determining how steroids should be dealt with in the record book.

Sports statistics are elevated to almost iconic status. They are as identifiable as any face or corporate logo. But to these committee members, they remain unalterable facts, simple if not pure.

"We're not moralists," said Lyle Spatz, the committee's chairman. "We count which players hit such-and-such home runs, not whether they quote-unquote deserved them."

David Vincent, who specializes in information about home runs, brought up Whitey Ford, who admitted to throwing doctored baseballs late in his career. "Where's the moral indignation there?" Vincent said.

When talk turned to how baseball's playing conditions have evolved - from night games and integration to artificial turf and tiny strike zones - one member sarcastically suggested that all 20th century hitters be thrown out because fielders now wear gloves.

All sports have learned that trying to unring the bell for any reason, cheating or otherwise, has always been a rather clunky exercise, one that not only rings hollow but is often rescinded decades later.

Baseball can lay claim to the most awkward instance of all, the handling of Roger Maris's 61 home runs in 1961. That year, the season had been extended to 162 games, 8 games more than when Babe Ruth set the record of 60 in 1927. Baseball officials, wanting to protect Ruth's majesty, decided to list both Yankees as record-holders. (Contrary to legend, an asterisk by Maris's name was never used.)

But soon after baseball became used to the 162-game schedule, fans and officials realized that the distinction was long obsolete. In 1991, Fay Vincent, the commissioner of Major League Baseball at the time, officially removed Ruth's name and left Maris alone, confirming that in sports, even mental asterisks have half-lives.

The higher home run totals posted recently - particularly the 70 by Mark McGwire in 1998 and the 73 by Barry Bonds in 2001 - have grown troublesome because of questions about the role steroids might have played. McGwire's "I'm not here to discuss the past" testimony to a Congressional committee in March led to suspicion over what that past included. Several months earlier, The San Francisco Chronicle reported that Bonds, speaking to a grand jury investigating the Bay Area Laboratory Co-Operative, had admitted to unknowingly using a banned substance.

Around that time, Bud Selig, the current commissioner, said that he could not even consider altering the record book because "there have been no players convicted of anything." He added, "That's a question that if there's a necessity I'll look at something in the future."

McGwire, who retired in 2001, and Bonds, who has not played this season because of injury, have not been cited by Major League Baseball as having failed a drug test. But with the news about Palmeiro - one of only four players to reach 3,000 hits and 500 home runs - the issue became more real and immediate.

"I want to know exactly what happened," Selig said Friday through a spokesman for Major League Baseball. "I want to know all the facts. Then I'll make a decision."

Major League Baseball's approach in the past has been to do nothing at all, even after a clear admission.

Cash, the Tigers slugger, admitted his deception in a magazine article, a wink-wink mea culpa that others have used after they believed the statute of limitations on their crimes had expired.

Ford, who played 16 seasons with the Yankees, and another pitching star from the 1950's, Preacher Roe of the Brooklyn Dodgers, claimed to have thrown illegally doctored baseballs. Roe's first-person exposé in Sports Illustrated carried the headline, "The Outlawed Spitball Was My Money Pitch," but no adjustments to their records have been made or seriously suggested.

Who knows how many times Richie Ashburn of the Phillies in the 1950's bunted safely because the third-base line at Philadelphia's Shibe Park was purposely sloped? In 1968, when Mickey Mantle was tied with Jimmie Foxx at 534 career home runs, Detroit Tigers pitcher Denny McLain is said to have offered to throw Mantle the next pitch wherever he wanted. Mantle then hammered the ball over the fence and moved ahead of Foxx.

Usually, amateur sports go through the often clumsy process of removing or altering records stained by foul play, with the Olympics at the forefront. Jim Thorpe was stripped of his gold medals from the 1912 Games after it was revealed that he had played professional baseball in 1909 and 1910. (They were officially returned in 1982, almost 30 years after his death, after the purity of amateurism had eroded.)

In the modern era, failing a drug test results in immediate forfeiture of medals and records, the most famous example being the sprinter Ben Johnson in 1988.

For many years, college basketball expunged records of entire teams because of the transgression of one player. The 1971 Villanova basketball team, for example, reached the Final Four with a star forward, Howard Porter, who was later declared ineligible for having signed with an agent before the tournament. Villanova's listing in the record book was erased, or, in N.C.A.A. parlance, vacated. Little League Baseball has followed the same course with teams later discovered to have used players older than rules allow.

"We were named champions something like three months after the Little League World Series," said Sean Burroughs, the star of the team from Long Beach, Calif., which was awarded the 1992 Series championship after the Philippines was found to have ineligible players. Burroughs is now a third baseman in the San Diego Padres organization.

"We won, but it's not like we jumped up and down on the field," he said. "It was kind of weird."

The revisionist impulse, to purge unsavory memories, derives from basic human instincts, according to Dr. William S. Pollack, a psychoanalyst and an assistant clinical professor of psychology at Harvard Medical School.

"There's an urge for revenge and retribution toward the people who let us down, but there's more to it than that," he said in a telephone interview. "Deep inside we want to forget that these bad things happened, that our trust in someone was betrayed. We look to the gods because we feel so frail, right? Removing them from the history is a way to pretend the person didn't exist."

On Thursday night, members of the Society for American Baseball Research records committee, which has no relationship with Major League Baseball, reconciled their feelings and agreed that little could or should be done to denote any player's use of illegal steroids. Members cited how many artificial factors - like smaller ballparks, harder bats, smaller strike zones, legitimate weight-training and, yes, fielders wearing gloves - have affected statistics since the days of Alexander Cartwright. Determining how a player may have benefited from steroids, they said, would be a foolish exercise, particularly with no effort to revise the totals of players like Cash, Ford and Roe.

Moreover, they said, one of baseball's longtime allures has been in its perfect, double-entry bookkeeping; every home run by a hitter is yielded by a pitcher, every stolen base by a team is one allowed by its opponent. Taking away whatever portion of home runs Palmeiro might have hit under the influence of steroids, a figure impossible to determine, would immediately throw this delicate balance out of whack.

"We hate the idea of the asterisk or removing records because they're examples of simple-minded thinking that caves in if you think about it for 10 minutes," Bill James, the renowned baseball statistics expert and a consultant for the Boston Red Sox, said during the meeting.

Players have always broken rules, the experts said. Using steroids may also be a violation of federal law, but it was quickly noted that Babe Ruth was not exactly sober for all 637 of the home runs he hit during Prohibition.

"A record's a record," David Vincent said during the meeting. "A number doesn't have any moral value. People do."

"Or don't," several members added.

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Fonzie (Aaaay): In a recent chat Joe Morgan said "The greatest defensive CF of the last 15 years is either Andruw Jones or Ken Griffey Jr." Please comment.

Keith Woolner: This is absolutely true, in much the same way that you could say that the greatest hitter of the last 15 years is either Barry Bonds or Keith Woolner.

TELL IT, PETE

Despite all their rich sluggers, their everyday lineups that look like all-star teams, both the Red Sox and Yanks are broken and will probably take years to fix. The Red Sox' flaw is their old or injured starting pitching. The Yanks' problem, far deeper, is the franchise's dysfunctional Culture of Blame. Pity Alex Rodriguez, who now symbolizes this whole witch's brew of self-defeating "Are You a Real Yankee?" foolishness.

A-Rod may be a bit plastic around the edges, but he hardly deserves what he's already heaping on himself after a 2-for-15, no RBI series against the Angels in which he played scared every minute. Joe Torre called him "anxious." Right. Whether the $252 million man was getting hit in the head by a chopper, lollygagging a throw to first or grounding into a double play in the final inning, he was so close to hyperventilating somebody should have given him a paper bag.

"I need to take a long look in the mirror. . . . I just didn't show up. . . . I played like a dog the last five days," said Rodriguez.

No, Alex. Like Mike Mussina, Randy Johnson, Jason Giambi, Gary Sheffield and so many others who've come to New York in recent years, you were lured by the extra millions and the chance at a couple of cheaply won World Series rings on an ersatz all-star team. All of you were greedy. Be suspicious when you see a job placement ad that reads: "Big bucks, glory and baseball immortality, no heavy lifting required." Yet, year after year, they can't "just say no" to this devil's bargain in the Bronx.

That is so true.

Another problem is NY got into the same cycle of just buying whatever hot player was available sometimes without much sense like they did in the 80s while not really investing in developing any players within. I'm not saying going after A-Rod or even Sheffield is a bad deal, as they are players with solid track records year after year and are generally worth what they got paid. But looking at what Small, Wang and Cano did this year, they had the talent in their hands and only went to them once they got deperate instead of giving it a working shot up front.

The team that dominated winning 4 of 6 titles from 96-01 was filled with either role players aquired from other clubs or players developed by the Yankee system. They might not have been dominating at every position, but they didn't have nearly as many gaping holes the past few Yankee teams.

"All of you were greedy. Be suspicious when you see a job placement ad that reads: "Big bucks, glory and baseball immortality, no heavy lifting required." Yet, year after year, they can't "just say no" to this devil's bargain in the Bronx."

This is dead on. The Yanks were also better off when Steinbrenner was more in the background and just letting the baseball people run the club.

http://www.yesnetwork.com/yankees/pinstripedblog.asp

As disappointing as Beltran's .266/.328/.414 season was for the Mets, if he had hit that poorly for the Yankees he still would have been a huge contributor compared to what they received. His glove also would have raised the level of an otherwise porous defense. Meanwhile, Pavano and Wright seem destined for the Steve Kemp Hall of Erroneous Yankees Acquisitions (E.Y.A, pronounced, "Ee-YAH! like you just saw a huge bug in your shower). This is not a second-guess. This was apparent at the moment of the signings. Go back and read some of the commentary...

Then there's Tony Womack. Without Womack's early season ineptitude, the Yankees would have won the American League outright and had home-field advantage in the playoffs. The reverse of this lesson is that the Yankees wouldn't have gotten anywhere at all without Alex Rodriguez. The press and the fans can pillory him for his poor postseason performance, but it's just scapegoating. A lot of Yankees didn't hit in the Division Series. These things happen. Babe Ruth went 2-for-17 in the 1922 World Series. Joe DiMaggio went 2-for-18 in the 1949 World Series (though the Yankees won). Yogi Berra was 1-for-16 in that same series. The key for both Berra and DiMaggio is that their teammates picked them up. A-Rod's didn't. We could go on: Mickey Mantle, 3-for-25 in the 1962 World Series (Yankees won), 2-15 in the 1963 classic (Yankees lost).

Reggie Jackson was a homerless 2-for-16 in the 1977 ALCS against the Royals, but the Yankees covered for him and went on to the World Series. It was there that he earned the "Mr. October" appellation by hitting .450 with five home runs in six games. It wouldn't have happened without support from his teammates. The great Thomas Boswell of the Washington Post cited the Yankees, "Dysfunctional Culture of Blame," and called the "Are You a Real Yankee?" discussion that Rodriguez must not be subjected to "self-defeating foolishness." He's dead on.

http://www.overthemonster.com/story/2005/7/25/11726/4777
OTM: What is your role during the amateur draft?

James: It changes from year to year. This year I spent a month or more prior to the draft studying the records of college players, and drawing up lists of how I would rank them, based strictly on their performance. Then I sat in on ten days of long, long, long meetings with the scouts, in which we reviewed information and ranked players.
I tried to limit my input, because these guys have much more experience in evaluating young players than I do, but I did participate, and I enjoyed it, and I felt that my participation was useful.

http://www.almostboston.com/2005/07/some_thoughts_f.html
BDD: Can you talk about some of the draft picks and prospects within the organization that on the surface impress you? This is not to say others haven’t. Just anything that stands out.

BJ: Man, we’re knee-deep. We talk about this sometimes, where we rank with respect to the other teams. When I joined this organization, there wasn’t a thing in the farm system; it was empty. There were some guys at the lower levels then who are at the higher levels now, but in terms of a marketable quantity...nothing.

Now there are 25, 30 guys in the farm system that you can get excited about, so we always wonder where we are with respect to all the other teams. But it’s hard to know. If you have 4% of the normal amount of minor league talent and you go through a ten-fold increase, you think you’re crawling with prospects because you can’t help but compare yourself to where you were three years ago, but at the same time, you still only have 40% of the normal amount of talent. It’s very hard to know where you are compared to other teams, but we’re probably somewhere in the middle of the pack.

My favorite two players, I suppose, are Dustin Pedroia and Brandon Moss. But there’s a hundred guys I like to check on every day...Christian Lara, and Jon Papelbon, and John Lester, and Abe Alvarez, and Manny Delcarmen, Kelly Shoppach, Jeremy West, Hanley of course. Chip Ambres and Tim Hummell. The draft is like Christmas morning for adults.

...

BDD: The Sox wound up selecting Craig Hansen much later than he was expected to go in the 1st round. Do you see that as a bargain pick for the team? Can you talk a little about what impressed the organization about this pitcher from St. Johns?

BJ: The fastball, the slider, the body, the makeup, the command of his pitches. He’s not a bargain, certainly; for God’s sake, the man has Scott Boras for an agent. Scott’s not in the bargain business. But we were very surprised to have an opportunity to negotiate with him.

Ortiz
Runners on base: .315 with a 1.006 OPS
RISP: .352 with a 1.043 OPS
RISP with 2 Outs: .368 with a 1.226 OPS
* 289 AB with runners on base produced 119 RBI, or one RBI per 2.43 AB.

Arod
Runners on base: .305 with a .957 OPS
RISP: .290 with a .894 OPS
RISP with 2 Outs: .302 with a .940 OPS
* 305 AB with runners on base produced 103 RBI, or one RBI per 2.96 AB.

Ramirez
Runners on base: .346 with a 1.182 OPS
RISP: .358 with a 1.244 OPS
RISP with 2 Outs: .301 with a 1.063 OPS
* 280 AB with runners on base produced 131 RBI, or one RBI per 2.14 AB.

ramirez .257/.356/.446

ortiz .346/.447/.846

When the World Series moves to Houston on Tuesday, you can expect to hear a lot about the hitters' paradise that is supposedly Minute Maid Park.

The sages of television and the printed word will almost certainly mention the short porch provided by the left-field seats known as the Crawford boxes. You may also hear that Roger Clemens's regular-season earned run average of 1.87 is even more impressive than it looks because he often pitches in a bandbox. Or you may be treated to dark warnings about the White Sox pitchers' need to take care.

But the message will be the same. The Astros' home, according to the game's conventional wisdom, makes scoring runs easier than most parks do.

It isn't true.

Minute Maid is an almost perfectly neutral park for run scoring. This season, the Astros' road games actually had more scoring (an average of 8.2 runs a game, for both teams combined) than their home games (7.8 runs a game).

Much of the confusion comes from the fact that the park does give up more home runs than most stadiums, thanks to the Crawford boxes and some seats behind a low fence in right field that may be even easier to reach. Back when Minute Maid was known as Enron Field, it was dubbed Home Run Field.

But the ballpark is kind to pitchers in other, less obvious ways. It has a towering wall in left-center field that turns doubles into singles and an expansive center field where long drives go to die. Astros home games have featured 13 percent more home runs than road games during the last three seasons, but 14 percent fewer doubles and only 1 percent more runs in all.

The eighth inning of Game 4 of the National League Championship Series offered a nice example of the park's ability to smother offense. John Rodriguez of St. Louis crushed a ball that would have at least hit the center-field wall in many parks. In Houston, however, Willy Taveras caught it, and the Astros held on to win the game.

U.S. Cellular Field, where Game 2 of the World Series will be played tonight, is similar in many ways. For the 2001 season, the fences were moved closer to home plate down the lines but kept largely where they were in the alleys. It produces even more home runs than Minute Maid Park, and is more of a hitters' park, but it also gives up fewer singles and doubles than most stadiums. Expect to see some solo home runs over the next week.

U.S. Cellular's North Side counterpart, Wrigley Field, falls into the same category - more home runs, fewer hits of other types - as does Miller Park in Milwaukee. Likewise, Dodger Stadium is one of the best pitchers' parks in baseball despite producing extra home runs. Fenway Park in Boston and SBC Park in San Francisco are the opposite, holding down homers while allowing more runs than average.

The easiest way to measure these ballpark effects is to compare total offense in a team's home games and road games over a few years. This helps take into account the quality of a team's pitchers.

Simply comparing the number of runs in, say, Astros home games to the number in all other major league games ignores the fact that any game with Clemens, Roy Oswalt or Andy Pettitte on the mound is likely to be a low-scoring. But when big differences appear between a team's home and road games, the ballpark is probably playing a role. Looking at more than one season helps avoids flukes.

Once a stadium's quirks are clear, they give the team's front office a chance to build on its home-field advantage by signing certain kinds of players. A park like Minute Maid argues for signing hitters who pull the ball or go the opposite way, instead of up the middle.

For now, the two friendliest parks to pitchers are two of the most recent additions. Petco Park, which opened in San Diego in 2004, makes everything but triples less common. The same is true of RFK Stadium in Washington, where major league baseball returned this season after a 33-year absence.

They will be worth watching next season. A ballpark sometimes needs a few seasons to reveal its true leanings.

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Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company

--T. McCarver

CWS 2005 Playoff Stats:
Jon Garland: 2.25 ERA/0.88 WHIP/.208 BAA
Jose Contreras: 3.09 ERA/0.88 WHIP/.222 BAA
Mark Buehrle: 3.47 ERA/0.90 WHIP/.230 BAA
Freddy Garcia: 3.21 ERA/1.14 WHIP/.220 BAA

HOU 2005 Playoff Stats:
Roy Oswalt: 3.29 ERA/1.21 WHIP/.218 BAA
Brandon Backe: 4.91 ERA/1.27 WHIP/.216 BAA
Andy Pettite: 4.26 ERA/1.30 WHIP/.278 BAA
Roger Clemens: 5.63 ERA/1.38 WHIP/.279 BAA

Sample:

Analyzing a game like last night's really gives me a sense of the outer boundaries of performance analysis. We can look at players' performance records and approximate their talent levels and get a sense of what to expect over a given time frame. On a single night in October, though, the analysis breaks down and you're left with 50 guys playing a game of baseball. There's no tool in our box that's going to tell you what will happen.

What's important is that we know this. See, I've already been asked a few times today whether I was surprised that Roy Oswalt was so ineffective last night, not just in terms of results, but in terms of stuff. The answer is, "no." I know, and the people who do this kind of analysis know, that players aren't "stat-generating robots," to use the flip phrase. Just because Oswalt had an ERA of 2.94 doesn't mean he'll allow two runs in 6 2/3 innings each time out. Just because he'd been very good in his last three starts doesn't mean he'll be good in his next one. Player performances oscillate around a mean, that mean being their performance record, and some nights are going to be much worse than others.

He also links to a great Verducci article on SI:

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/writers/tom_verducci/10/26/astros.game3/index.html

Has anyone taking me to task yet for suggesting that VORP is league-dependent and shouldn't be used for interleague comparisons? Or is that interleague sample size acceptable enough even though it's only slightly bigger than a World Series playoff run?

I will. It's league dependent, but the variance isn't big enough that the two are uncomparable.

They won 15 of 16. Earlier, they lost 10 of 14. They are neither as good as their current streak or as bad as their earlier one. But they are probably better than the 2005 Astros, Angels or Red Sox, regardless of whether they're hot now or not.

This is pretty much the same thing as "OMG THE INCREDIBLE HULK COULD TOTALLY BEAT UP BATMAN!!!!" isn't it?

It's been established time and time again over the past few weeks that ILBB White Sox fans cannot compute the notion of rooting for a winning club that MIGHT NOT be the best in baseball.

Using the largest sample size of their 110 wins and 64 losses, what is their complete year pythagorean record? ...bearing in mind they outscored their opponents 67-34 in the postseason!

it's also been established that no one has any real criteria for saying why one team might be better than the other. i don't want to get into this again, but i really don't understand how the sox (or any team in their position) might not be "better" than, y'know, the teams they just dismantled during their playoff run. surely if those better teams were, indeed, better, they wouldn't have laid down so easy, no? and i don't buy that it's "luck" or "umps" or anything else.

sheesh. i mean i am not even talking about silly hypothetical comparisons of different seasons, i'm talking about what happened in the context of this ENTIRE season (and post-season). because the devil rays pwned the yankees doesn't mean they were the better team, obv. since it doesn't take the entire season into account. so nice try, daver, on constructing an argument that i didn't even make to discredit what i wrote.

Because the ChiSox pwned the Astros doesn't mean they were the better team, obv. since it doesn't take the entire season into account.

Outperforming expectations is the way most 'surprise' (ie, non-dynasty) teams have winning seasons.

I mentioned to Stenc last weekend that Chapter 11 of "Mind Game" (does Jams like that book this week?) deals heavily w/ Pythagorean standings (esp how the Yanks 'outperformed' theirs '98-04 while the Bosox underperformed), and one of the conclusions is Pythag is meant primarily as an *in-season predictor* of future performance. Once the season is history, divergence of the real-life record from Pythag is more a reflection of 'efficiency' than quality (ie, the 2004 Yanks lost big and won small, hence +12 wins). We can compare strength with a ton of different metrics after the fact, but it becomes literally academic.

it's the PLAYOFFS, barry. if the astros were better as a team, they wouldn't have had their ass handed to them.

Other possible retorts:

You can't hit a baseball with a sliderule.
Calculators make lousy hitting coaches.
You don't need to carry the one when you throw 100 MPH.
The only numbers that matter in baseball are under the letter W.
No amount of calculus can account for chemistry or heart.
2 + 2 = shut the fuck up.

I really wish that the 1992 season had been played USING EQUATIONS. Then the Jays would have gotten what they deserved.

"The Sox went 11-1 in the postseason, allowing 34 runs total, just 25 in the last two rounds. That's pitching and defense, and although no one will want to hear it, it's also the Angels and the Astros, two poor offensive teams who tanked badly against the Sox' staff.

Pointing out that it's both is a necessary part of the story. You can't write about the Sox without writing about home runs and [low]OBP. You can't write about Ozzie Guillen without writing about how terrific he is at handling pitchers and how he wastes outs. You can't write about the playoff run, about the big moments by Iguchi and Orlando Hernandez and Crede and Konerko without also noting Tony Graffanino and Jason Varitek and Doug Eddings and Jeff Nelson. It's all part of the mix, good and bad, more good than bad, but ignoring half the story does everyone a disservice.

...The White Sox caught a lot of breaks. They also capitalized on just about every one for three weeks, and for that, they get to hang a banner. Flags fly forever, and this one is no different.

Congratulations to the Chicago White Sox, 2005 champions...

The Astros, for their part, were a one-trick pony whose trick failed them at the wrong time. They were certainly competitive in the series--they lost four games by five runs, and the Series could well have been four one-run games--but the way they got here was by allowing 0-2 runs a game most of the time. When their starters stopped shutting opponents down, they didn't have enough else to work with."

So what have YOU been arguing about?

xpost - i don't think you don't hate baseball because you know math, i think you hate baseball because you seem to take absolutely no joy whatsoever in discussing it, especially if someone disagrees with you.

April: A's
May: Devil Rays
June: Diamondbacks, Cubs
July: A's (twice), Tigers
August: Blue Jays, Red Sox, Twins, Yankees, Rangers
September: Angels, Royals, Indians

I don't think my argument was silly at all. I said I thought the White Sox were probably the best team in baseball, irrespective of the small sample size associated with the playoffs. And you picked through my argument, seized on the word "probably", and blew it out of proportion. Maybe if you read what I wrote, instead of butting in with knee-jerk accusations and misrepresentations, you would have understood that.

In a year full of pained semi-admissions of pharmacological tomfoolery, fans of Major League Baseball also heard this testimony: "Therapy is an incredible thing, and you might get to know someone you didn't even know was in there." This was Alex Rodriguez, Yankee third baseman, MVP shoo-in, and the highest-paid player in baseball, publicly extolling the therapeutic intervention that enabled him to conquer performance anxiety. As a result, he batted .321 with a league-leading 48 home runs and 130 RBIs, guiding the Bronx Bombers to their 27th . . . well, not quite.

The Yankees nearly collapsed under the weight of unprecedented scrutiny during the most agonizing—and thus exciting—season of manager Joe Torre's 10-year reign. Stumbling out of the gates with an 11-19 record, the most expensive baseball club ever assembled—$203 million, all told—had turned into an underdog. Replacing injured cash cows with upstart rookies, battling a parade of negative press and passive-aggressive bullying from owner George Steinbrenner, the Yankees rallied to win their division on the penultimate day of the season. All year, media outlets offered amateur psychological inquiries into the Boss's volatile hero experiment. "There are six shrinks on the mound right now," noted Fox's Tim McCarver during a midgame calm-down–Randy Johnson infield conference, a week before this band of aging mortals succumbed, poetically, to the ascending Angels.

Psychoanalysts could argue that many athletes unconsciously dread success. Some superstars equate superiority with greed and narcissism. After a monster season, A-Rod (A-Choke?) could barely hit a pitch in the five-game playoff series against the Angels. (His mother told reporters that Alex's performance was hindered by the recent death of an uncle who acted as his surrogate father.) But to these eyes, the 2005 Yankees wanted the crown. They resembled a well-fortified mythical beast that promised and strived for immortality, but inevitably gave in to bodily limitations. Even on the highest throne in the world, man sits on his arse.

Why do non–New Yorkers, myself included, cheer so emphatically for a team we expect to succeed? Why do Democrats? Aren't the Yankees the sporting analogue of doodle dandy U.S. imperialism, spending intimidating sums on colonizing the game's greatest players, launching preemptive strikes on small-market teams with potential Weapons of Red Sox Destruction? In a summer of second-place soul-searching, Ernest Becker's Pulitzer Prize–winning, post-Freudian psychoanalysis primer The Denial of Death provided me an answer to this dilemma and every dilemma. Best known, perhaps, as the butt of a joke in "Annie Hall," this 1973 text universally reduces human anxiety to a single overarching fear, encapsulated in the title.

Because he fears death, man, per Becker, "must desperately justify himself as an object of primary value in the universe; he must stand out, be a hero, make the biggest possible contribution to world life, show that he counts more than anything or anyone else." Cheering for the Yankees is an investment in a seemingly foolproof hero myth. (Conversely, cheering for the Chicago Cubs is an annual acknowledgment of mortality, and a textbook case of Rankian neurosis: "With the truth, one cannot live.") To root for the Yankees is, simply put, to deny death. And because we deny death, we are all Yankees.

Does this season's early playoff exit mark the death of this dynasty? Probably. But if you want to continue the causa sui project, to fight off mortality neurosis by tranquilizing yourself with trivialities and hero myths (and yes, this is what sports is about), here are three reasons why I might be wrong:

1 Comeback Kid: The true pride of the Yankees rests on the notion that bodily decay does not exist—or rather, that it can be hidden from view. How else to explain the expensive acquisitions and subsequent demotions of Kevin Brown and Tony Womack, years past their prime, both scaling new heights of ineffectuality?

But then there's Jason Giambi. Starting the season in Womackian fashion (announcers cautiously invoked a "depression" diagnosis) after a winter of allegations and "maybe I did and maybe I didn't"s, the former MVP was asked to take a minor-league vacation by Yankee execs eager to sweep decay under the rug. He refused—a veteran's prerogative—and re-emerged. Extra batting practice with Don Mattingly and a 24-hour looped screening of Rockys I through V molded Giambi into the fiercest, sweatiest lefty slugger the Yankees had owned in years. Pharmaceutical means be damned. Giambi denies death on his own terms.

On a personal level, Giambi reaffirmed my faith in the grand illusion. To liberally quote the bible on existential sports fandom, Frederick Exley's 1968 semi-autobio A Fan's Notes: Giambi, "when I heard the city cheer him, came after a time to represent to me the possible, had sustained for me the illusion that I could escape the bleak anonymity of life. . . . He may be the only fame I'll ever have!"

2 Small Ball: Steinbrenner's win-or-win business model remains both infamous and politically incorrect. Trade away young prospects for older, established superstars. Seek home run power, not relief pitching. And yet, some of the brightest stars in the 2005 Yankee lineup—Robinson Cano, Shawn Chacon, Bubba Crosby, Aaron Small—arrived fresh off the boat from AAA Columbus (or worse, the Colorado Rockies' pitching rotation), chewing up less than one percent of the team payroll combined.

Aaron Small provided heartwarming proof that Major League Baseball is staged for maximum dramatic effect, to shelter the masses from their fear and trembling. A 33-year-old journeyman pitcher who considered retiring in AAA this season, Small joined the Yankees as an injury replacement and won 10 games without a loss. In his spare time, the happily married pitcher works with foster children and church youth groups. You can script this. (See: "The Rookie" with Dennis Quaid.)

3 Love Fest: The Yankees' major off-season hurdle has already been cleared by an improbably fruitful session of marital counseling. "We didn't use the word love, but it was pretty warm," admits Torre about his hour-long sit-in with the Boss last month in Tampa. Steinbrenner never hid his mounting frustration with the stoic, revered manager over the course of this grueling season, going so far as to forcefully funnel his criticisms through the mouths of YES Network reporters. Torre and Steinbrenner had spoken only five times since spring training, and many speculated that the Boss would replace him with fiery Devil Rays manager Lou Piniella. (Torre has led the Yankees to eight consecutive division titles, but such is the burden of New York expectations.) In the end, the "talking cure" helped cooler heads prevail. "I had to not only hear it," Torre adds, "but to hear the tone in which it was said."

I didn't pee during he division series against the Angels. Pure superstition—I hadn't urinated during Game 1, guaranteeing the Yankee victory, so why not work my magic again? Superstition is a denial of death, creating an illusory sense of control over the uncontrollable. So instead, I justify the bladder control as a kind of penance (though masochism, of course, is another obvious denial).

See, I'm a lapsed fan, deserving of punishment. My wide-eyed Little League role-playing eventually gave way to hazier teenage pursuits. After years of adolescent alterna-vibing, when decoding Pavement and Pynchon replaced OBP calculation as a primary interest—dropping my math grades a full letter, but gaining me cred with the English comp teacher who thought my use of quasar seductive—I dismayingly noticed that Slanted & Enchanted was a common coffee coaster at my liberal-arts college, which stamps the motto "You Are Different. So Are We" on recruitment literature. Rebellion would now have to filter through a populist channel. Thus, my nightly devotion to the YES Network sent the same message as a teenager's proclamation that Rocky Horror saved his life: I am different, you are not. (Illusion alert!)

Even with my parenthetical recognitions of the causa sui project's Icarian futility, I am not exempt from Becker's ineffable assertion that "our central calling, our main task on the planet, is the heroic." Neither is A-Rod. Mere days after the death of a season and the death of an uncle, the Daily News spied Alex Rodriguez (fresh from therapy?) manically recuperating with the ladies at a Chelsea nightclub, tipping the Grey Goose and loving his body, loving his life.

Akiva Gottlieb has written for the Los Angeles Times and Spin.

INDIAN WELLS, Calif., Nov. 11 - Thad Levine was distracted. As Levine, the assistant general manager of the Texas Rangers, conversed one evening at last week's Major League Baseball general managers meetings, his eyes kept wandering to an enticing packet of paper sitting on a nearby coffee table: the 2006 Pecota Projections.

For the growing number of baseball executives bent toward statistical analysis, a certain anticipation builds every off-season for the release of what is known simply as Pecota, Baseball Prospectus's überforecast of every player's performance the next season. Most front offices have an employee who consults it - particularly during the free-agent season. "Signing someone to a three- or four-year deal is a risk-management business decision," Levine said, leafing through the pages. "This tool does a fantastic job of managing expectations for what the player will do for you."

What separates Pecota from the gaggle of projection systems that outsiders have developed over many decades is how it recognizes, even flaunts, the uncertainty of predicting a player's skills. Rather than generate one line of expected statistics, Pecota presents seven - some optimistic, some pessimistic - each with its own confidence level. The system greatly resembles the forecasting of hurricane paths: players can go in many directions, so preparing for just one is foolish.

Take Johnny Damon, the Red Sox center fielder considered one of this off-season's most attractive free agents. Pecota examines many factors beyond his raw statistical record - the effect of playing in hitter-friendly Fenway Park, Damon's age (32), power and speed, even his height and weight - and compares him with every major leaguer since 1949, identifying the trajectories others have taken and assessing the probability Damon will follow them.

The system forecasts Damon to have about a 25 percent chance of posting an on-base plus slugging percentage (OPS) of .829 next season, but also a 40 percent chance of declining to .761. This is because players like Damon have maintained their performance only for about one year before beginning a consistent, decided decline. In other words, buyer beware.

Pecota is less pessimistic toward shortstop Rafael Furcal, who at 28 has a better chance of maintaining his performance level. (Though the system suggests that middle infielders age more quickly than classic sluggers.) A relative sleeper could be found in outfielder Brian Giles, who despite being 35 has the kind of skills - excellent power, speed and a fine batting eye - that tend to age relatively slowly.

Pecota was developed four summers ago by Nate Silver, a 24-year-old Chicago financial consultant. "In some ways it was boredom," Silver said. "If I had a spreadsheet on my computer, it looked like I was busy." (Its official name, Player Empirical Comparison and Optimization Test Algorithm, joyfully boils down to the last name of Bill Pecota, a former major league utilityman.) The projections are anticipated enough among some executives that Silver has received e-mail messages saying, "Hey, are the Pecotas done yet?"

Though the system naturally cannot predict all player fluctuations, it succeeds more than most. Last winter, it identified Jonny Gomes, a relatively unknown Tampa Bay Devil Rays outfielder, as having an excellent chance at significant improvement. Gomes hit .282 with 21 home runs in just 101 games. It also foresaw even greater production from established players like Andruw Jones, Derrek Lee and Dontrelle Willis.

Pecota helps quantify the danger of long-term pitching investments, and points out which types of arms tend to project best. The strongest indicators of future performance are rates of strikeouts, walks and home runs, but also ground ball-to-fly ball ratio and even body type.

As for this year's free-agent pitching market, Silver sees a fine future for A. J. Burnett, an enigmatic 28-year-old right-hander. Burnett projects to have a 3.65 earned run average next season, but also has a 15 percent chance of blossoming into a Cy Young award candidate for several seasons. Of the two most intriguing relievers available, the veteran Billy Wagner and the less-known B. J. Ryan, Pecota chooses Ryan as the better long-term investment thanks to his age next season (30 to Wagner's 34) and several other peripheral factors.

Pecota's focus on looking several years ahead is what catches executives' eyes most at this time of year - and helps temper what is often unfounded optimism about players' chances of improving.

"Sometimes you have a guy with a track record, a guy in his early 30's, and when he declines we act like we're shocked," Levine said. "And we don't want to look at a 26-year-old who does X and think that in two years he's going to do two-times X. This helps us stay grounded."

No organization uses Pecota in a vacuum, instead incorporating it with other projection techniques like traditional scouting reports. But a decade after Bill Pecota retired, his name is growing more prominent each winter.

"Everyone in baseball is in the guessing business," the Mariners executive Dan Evans said. "This makes it a little bit less of a guess."

Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company

Why is there no award for the player who makes the most outs in a season?

Why do all awards have to have a positive slant? Can't we call attention to something that isn't so great? Contemplate this number for a moment: 529. Imagine watching 529 outs being made by a single player. If you saw every Mets game in 2005, that's just what you would have seen Jose Reyes do. That's more than Bobby Richardson in his prime and matches out-making great Omar Moreno's second-best "output" ever. The American League out-making champ in '05 was Hank Blalock. His out-making feat is pretty impressive in that he spent three-quarters of the season batting cleanup. The rest of the leaders--Reyes, Juan Pierre, Jimmy Rollins and Ichiro Suzuki--are all leadoff men.

If you were one of the four voters who thought Scott Podsednik was one of the ten most valuable players in the American League, how in the hell do you get paid to write about baseball?

There, I've said it. Unless you owe the guy money and think this is a better way to pay him back than actually giving him cash, this is an illustration of a complete incomprehension of what it takes to win baseball games. Two voters even placed him fifth and sixth respectively. Not only was Scott Podsednik not one of the ten most valuable players in the league, a case can be made that he barely qualifies as one of the ten most valuable at his position. You can definitely make a case that he wasn't one of the ten most valuable men on the White Sox.

A vote for Podsednik can also be justified on these extremely abstract grounds: his presence on the payroll was less of a burden on the team than had the Sox still had Carlos Lee. This freed them up to make other moves that helped them win the division. Even if that were provable, it doesn't really fit the voting criteria, however. Seriously, you four--turn in your credentials.

How, exactly, does the luxury tax matter, anyway?

The Rivalry Tax--which it should be named since it only affects the teams in the Red Sox/Yankees rivalry--what is it doing for the game? Is it making the two teams it impacts less competitive? Is it making anyone more so? Just wondering.

"173 (free agents) appear to still be available. My recommendation is that none of them--none--should be signed.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not advocating collusion, or any organized effort to impede the market. I’m saying that there is very little chance that any free-agent signing this winter is going to return adequate performance for the dollars invested. In fact, I think this winter’s crop of contracts may make last winter’s fiasco look like a Warren Buffett seminar. Therefore, I would suggest that every team in baseball is individually better off not signing free agents, rather than involve themselves in overpaying and overcommitting to players who won’t be worth it.

One of the key credos in what you might call the “BP philosophy” is that you want to sign free agents from the very top of the market or the very bottom. Superstars in their early prime, guys like Greg Maddux and Barry Bonds in 1992, or Alex Rodriguez in 2000, are excellent investments... and a smart team can gain a real advantage by signing the right low-end free-agents to one-year deals, often minor-league contracts with invitations to spring training.

This winter, though, the very best free agents don’t come close to approaching the caliber of those available in recent seasons. There is no Carlos Beltran in this market, no Pedro Martinez, no Vladimir Guerrero or Miguel Tejada. The top players in this market are flawed, aging or both, and either have no superstar credentials to speak of or little chance of sustaining star performance over the life of a new contract...

GMs, don’t sign anyone. You’ll be better off for it. While your colleagues--or their successors--are working under the burden of albatross contracts in 2007 and beyond, you’ll have the money to spend on future free-agent crops, on the players you develop internally, and on players you acquire in trades. Signing players from this winter’s free-agent pool is just going to lead to regret, buyouts and firings."

He selected Ryan as Exhibit A, and pegs Burnett as "probable winner of worst contract this winter" ($70M / 5?).

-- T.O. Baseballnym (can'tremembe...), December 3rd, 2005 10:42 PM.

There are, basically, six types of teams. They are:

Category I: Those that have money but won't spend it.

Category II: Those that have money but will only spend it when they're certain they're getting their money's worth.

Category III: Those that have money and will spend it on everything and anything.

Category IV: Those that have no money and get by on the basics.

Category V: Those that have no money and, when they do spend, they do so very judiciously.

Category VI: Those that have no money but spend like they do.

To this point in the 2005-06 off-season, it appears that there has been a lot of Category III and Category VI behavior afoot, although the perpetrators probably think they're operating in Categories II and V...

The Esteban Loaiza signing by Oakland is either a colossal blunder or a signal that this is now the going rate for a league-average pitcher. (It could also be both.) At the moment, it looks like a definite Category VI move, even in the face of growing evidence that this is what players of this ilk can expect to earn going forward. Even if this is the market rate, though, the A's have survived thus far by avoiding the inflationary path set by their more moneyed competitors, and avoiding this kind of investment.

What has a lot of us sitting around scratching our heads is that these are moves from teams we all looked to as bastions of Category V thriftiness. If they have lost their fiscal sanity, what hope is there for the rest of us?

Surely we expect a team like the Mets to behave in a Category III fashion by signing Billy Wagner to a four-year, eight-figures-per deal. Ditto the Yankees and Kyle Farnsworth. That's what they do. From the Blue Jays, though, we expect a modicum of restraint.

Some observers detach themselves from the realm of concern by dismissing all such doings with the phrase, "it's not my money." We could argue that, in some instances, it is their money but that isn't the point.

What is at stake here is the vicarious thrill of watching a well-laid plan develop. Why does a movie like "The Great Escape" continue to entertain 40 years after it was made? Because the characters have a plan! Why do we invariably pull for the robbers in heist movies? Because they have a plan.

Watching a plan come together is exciting. Most of us don't have a plan in our lives. If more people did, there wouldn't be so many bankruptcy filings. Do we really want to see our baseball teams reflecting our own behavior? We are a nation that recently saw its bankruptcy laws tightened--and justifiably so. Unfortunately, there was not a commensurate tightening of the screws on the lending industry. So now, it's easier than ever for credit-card companies to lure people into spending themselves into oblivion yet the relief from that oblivion is harder to come by.

Because so many of us are up against it financially, we look to caper movies and baseball general managers to give us our vicarious planning thrill. Why did Moneyball resonate the way it did? Because it's about a man with a plan, that's why. When that very man makes somebody like Esteban Loaiza secure for life, we let out a collective groan because it doesn't appear to follow the plan of seeking out low-cost alternative resources...

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I'll see what his autograph policy is at the SABR con in June.

146 men qualified for the batting title in 2005 (502 plate appearances). These are the five with the lowest VORP:

0.3: David Bell, Philadelphia (617 plate appearances)
2.5: Mike Lowell, Florida (558)
3.8: Alexis Rios, Toronto (519)
4.2: Scott Hatteberg, Oakland (523)
4.7 Aaron Boone, Cleveland (565)

This is how their hopes and dreams [projections] look for 2006:

Lowell: 17.8
Rios: 10.8
Boone: 7.1
Bell: 0.8
Hatteberg: -0.4

Low VORP figures from third basemen, while not acceptable, are at least more tolerable than those from a designated hitter. A DH with a negative VORP projection is headed for the unemployment line, which is where we’ll likely find Hatteberg in 2006.