Pitching is such a vital part of the game, as far as winning is concerned.

On most teams the set up man has become more valuable, on others not so valuable.

Something to keep in mind — it’s raining lightly. The infield could be very wet on ground balls.

What is a drop and drive pitcher? He is a guy who drops and drives. Very simple.

So by guessing right you might have guessed wrong.

Giambi walks too much. He’s always clogging up the bases with all that walking.

As a new day begins in New York, the sun sets in Hawaii.

If football is a game of inches then baseball is a game of inch.

If that ball had more elevation, it would have been a home run.

If the double play is a pitcher’s best friend, what is a fielder’s choice? An acquaintance?

It’s better to have a fast runner on base than a slow one.

One thing about ground balls. They don’t go out of the ball park.

The reason we call that pitch up and in is because the arms are attached to the shoulder.

He wears his hat like a left hander!

Any ball that goes down is much heavier than any ball that stays on the same plane.

The blood on his sock looks exactly like Oklahoma!

You don’t want to use too many statistics. The ones that apply to a July or August game won’t be relevant on Saturday.

American McCarver

January 2012 Archives

Honor Roll Tide

Yes! Go ‘Bama! Roll Tide! Alabama is now the number one college in the country! Well, if you’re talking about football.

If you’re talking about academics or campus life, then it’s seventy-fifth, according the US News and World Report. The crown jewel of the Alabama educational system — turns out they have one — is an embarrassing bench-sitter when it comes to, y’know, the actual purpose of a university. But, wow, football. They sure got their money’s worth out of that $4.8M coach.

Maybe LSU shouldn’t have skimped on a mere $3.7M coach. Given that they’re hundred and twenty-eighth on the US News list means that their football program is ranked higher than their academics by, um… Ah. What’s the difference between 128 and two? Like, 90 or something.

The annual embarrassment of big-time college football is finally, mercifully over. Back to those communications classes, jocks!

I know this rant has been done before — will be done forever, apparently — but spiraling coach salaries, exploding TV contracts, relentless booster attention and the ever-increasing incentives to win at all costs — cheating included — just confirm that any realistic notion of “scholar-athlete” is as dead as LSU’s offense. Given: A well-rounded college experience involves athletics, especially sports. But when sports — big-time sports, hundred-million-dollar sports — overwhelms everything else on (and off) campus, the whole purpose of the institution as a school becomes laughable.

This is amateur sports, remember? All those ads during the nationally televised game sure can make it hard to concentrate.

Hundreds of millions of dollars changed hands (again), institutions of higher learning were turned into poorly-regulated professional farm systems (again) and — if they were lucky enough, and their boosters sneaky enough — the students who made it all possible were paid solely in blowjobs and free drinks. (Again.)

Given all this — plus the mercenary conference hopping that’s being driven by television contracts — why even pretend anymore? Why not just chuck the whole pretense — along with those pesky NCAA rules — and turn the big college football programs into the NFL Junior? The teams wouldn’t have to give up any of their money to the nerds, and schools could get back to focusing on something as mundane as making an education the reason that people attend a school. Oh, sure, the players would have to be paid, but I’ve got it on good authority that they didn’t focus much in math classes, so they’ll be available on the cheap. Heck, with an open market, you could probably get them for less than you’re paying them under the table and write it off.

The annual orgy of BCS championship football — of all big-time college sports — makes a mockery of the whole notion of amateurism, the purpose of universities and the idea that work should be rewarded with fair compensation. None of these observations are new, of course. And they won’t be new next year, when the situation is even worse. But, y’know: Roll Tide!

Roll right over everything.

Photo courtesy The Washington Post.

Kemp On Keepin’ On

The start of a new year is a time for reassessing, for correcting, for righting old wrongs; a time to do what you should have done in the first place. A time, say, for the stupid bastards at the Baseball Writers Association of America to fix the goddamned mess they’ve made. A time to give Matt Kemp the National League MVP for last season.

There are lots of reasons that Kemp should have gotten the award, not least of all because he earned it. Even a drooling simpleton with an Internet connection — say, a BBWAA voting member — can see that.

Kemp was 0.018 behind ostensible winner Ryan Braun in batting average, but ahead in stolen bases, home runs and RBIs. Also in total bases, total runs, total hits, and on-base-percentage. Also in tapping Rihanna. In other words, in all the important categories.

If your decision-making methodology prevents you from counting past the number of fingers you have — this is for you, BBWAA members — let me do it for you: Matt Kemp was the player in the National League responsible for more scoring than anybody else — number one in runs, number one in runs-batted-in. Runs, it turns out, are handy in baseball, and a player who can provide them is considered “valuable.” Oh, look, who was second in both those categories? The guy who got the “most valuable” award.

But wait: the Dodgers had already gotten a BBWAA award, the Cy Young for Clayton Kershaw. You can’t give both to a single team! Major League Baseball is all about making sure everybody feels good about themselves, like a kindergarden self-esteem exercise or the BBWAA bathroom, and just because one team has the two best players in the National League can’t possibly mean that they should get both awards. Just ask Justin Verlander.

Plus, the Dodgers didn’t make the play-offs. That, by definition, means that everyone on the team is lousy. They only had a winning season, after being subjected the the worst owner in the league, the stupidest off-field drama in living memory and freakin’ bankruptcy.1 You have to make the playoffs to win the MVP! I mean, it’s even in the MVPTTMPO award’s name: Most Valuable Player on a Team That Made the Play-Offs. Here’s an ESPN poll, which BBWAA members apparently weren’t allowed to participate in:

And so once again, the administration of baseball — the management of what happens off the field — proves itself to be shallow and small and stupid. How good Clayton Kershaw is and who the Dodgers have in their division has nothing to do with Matt Kemp or his performance. He was the most valuable player in the NL last season, hands down, and any simpering chimp at a keyboard can see that. That this article exists is proof.

(Hell, the Dodgers didn’t even get 162 games last season. A rain-out against the Nationals — the Nationals! — wasn’t re-played, even though Kemp was one home run short of going 40-40. That game would have given Kemp a better than one-in-four chance to become the fifth member of the 40-40 Club, likely providing the BBWAA membership something shiny to be fascinated by. That it was never played is a crime.)

And all this — the stats, the other awards, the misunderstanding of what the words “most valuable” mean, the lost game — all of it ignores the lumbering, steroidal elephant in the room.

Ryan Braun is facing a 50 game suspension next season for coming up positive on a drug test. His people claim “highly unusual circumstances surrounding this case which will support Ryan’s complete innocence.” Which, of course, means he’s guilty. “Highly unusual circumstances” is shill-speak for “We’re working on it. Give us a sec. Maybe something involving a trained monkey? Or Nazis? What about aliens?”

Not that this upsets the BBWAA at all. Oh, no. They don’t make mistakes. Or at least they don’t undo them. “The voters used the information they had at the time of the election. I don’t see how we can change that,” said the BBWAA awards administrator, suddenly becoming Reggie Bush’s best friend.

Which leaves Ryan Braun in the company of “MVP”s like noted scumbag Alex Rodriguez — people whose most valuable skill is cheating. Enjoy your asterisk, Ryan! You should use those first fifty games of 2012 to rest up, since you’re going to have to work really hard to make up your stats in the next 112.

Matt Kemp was the most valuable player in the National League last year, if not the Most Valuable Player. He’s going to have to settle for that title this season, after another year of profoundly good baseball. All 162 games of it.

  1. Fun fact: Buying a bankrupt team is how Bud Selig got into baseball. Go ahead — just try to tell me that Chapter 11 isn’t an institution-destroying disaster.

Thomas Knauss, the author’s sports-stat obsessed 12-year-old son, contributed greatly to this article, both analytically and in his sense of righteous outrage.


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