Hey Cheesesteak Heads!

Just a reminder that I’ll be in Philadelphia on Thursday evening to promote Baseball Prospectus 2007 along with the book’s editors, Christina Kahrl and Steven Goldman. The three of us will also attempt to eat our weight in cheesesteaks*.

Here’s the deets:

Thursday, March 8, 7:00 PM
Barnes & Noble
Rittenhouse Square
1805 Walnut Street
Philadelphia, PA 19103
215-665-0716

Philly fans, be there or I’ll send you nude pix of Greg Luzinski. Don’t think I won’t stoop that low.

* won’t actually happen

Radio Free New York

This morning I recorded a radio spot for WGBB 1240 AM‘s Sports Break with Joel Blumberg. Over the course of about 20 mintues (starting 7:45 in), Joel and I talked about Brian Cashman’s bold power play, the Mets’ middle relief, the Red Sox’s winter spending, and (sigh) the impact of steroids on the single season and all-time home run records. You can hear it all here.

Kicking Chass and Fixing Chats

On Monday, my JAWS article about the Veterans Committee was published at Baseball Prospectus publication. Tuesday saw the voting results — another shutout — announced, and when I blogged it at BP Unfiltered, I added a veiled dig at the New York Times‘ Murray Chass, who had… well, I’ll give him the rope:

I receive a daily e-mail message from Baseball Prospectus, an electronic publication filled with articles and information about statistics, mostly statistics that only stats mongers can love.

To me, VORP epitomized the new-age nonsense. For the longest time, I had no idea what VORP meant and didn’t care enough to go to any great lengths to find out. I asked some colleagues whose work I respect, and they didn’t know what it meant either.

Finally, not long ago, I came across VORP spelled out. It stands for value over replacement player. How thrilling. How absurd. Value over replacement player. Don’t ask what it means. I don’t know.

I suppose that if stats mongers want to sit at their computers and play with these things all day long, that’s their prerogative. But their attempt to introduce these new-age statistics into the game threatens to undermine most fans’ enjoyment of baseball and the human factor therein.

People play baseball. Numbers don’t.

Shortly after the blog entry was published, I began receiving a steady stream of emails, almost unanimously positive. The supportive comments — thank you, readers — kept pouring in during my chat a couple of hours later, where I said some things that a few people took as upping the rhetorical ante. If I regret anything now that the story has cooled, it’s that nobody got the vintage Ice-T reference, and that said opening line was taken as BP’s party line. It was not; it was an off-the-cuff response that was far more heated and less measured than Executive Vice President Nate Silver’s open letter, which stands as BP’s official response.

In my view and the view of many others around the blogosphere, Chass looked completely foolish. Even in hindsight, I’m puzzled why his screed was published; it’s an embarrassment to the New York Times and the profession. Did anyone who read that article decide they would suddenly take Chass more seriously than they had before, now that he had drawn the line in the sand and declared, I will not learn what this means under any circumstances, even when the answer is one click away?

Did any of Chass’ colleagues at the Times — whether old-guardsmen like Dave Anderson and George Vescey or younger writers such as Alan Schwarz and David Leonhardt (who have mentioned many BP statistics and writers in their “Keeping Score” column” but who obviously weren’t asked in Chass’ informal poll) — thank him for standing up to those punks with their new-age stats?

Did the wheezing Grey Lady gain more traction in any quarter thanks to one of its writers proudly standing up for knownothingism?

Boil down Chass’ words, and they amount to, “I don’t understand this. It somehow finds my computer every day and it scares me and reminds me I’m obsolete. They’re replacing me with a calculator!” To me, that looks like a writer who’s gone waaaay past his pitch count.

It’s a sad day when someone who’s received the top honor that baseball can grant his profession decides he knows too much about the sport to have to learn another statistic. Scratch that. It’s a sad day when any writer decides he knows so much about his field that he’ll trumpet his exemption from learning more.

It’s even sadder that said writer, who was honored in part for being on the vanguard of reporting the business of baseball and its labor issues, has decided that he no longer can keep up with the changing times. Worse, he decided to make an unsupportable and offensive generality that something he doesn’t understand — a statistic, for heaven’s sake — somehow ruins the game for most fans.

The beauty of baseball is that its fans can find such a multitude of ways to appreciate the game. If Chass hasn’t grasped that single fact in 40-something years of covering baseball, he hasn’t learned a thing.

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Aside from l’affair Chass, my chat also featured technical problems that sent a few of my responses floating into the ether rather than showing up on the page. I earmarked a couple of JAWS-related ones to take a later swing at:

bloodwedding (BK): Jay, I am not totally up on HOF opinion and JAWS, but I assume a) that Biggio is a lock and b) that he is now a below average player in 2007. Using Biggio (not sure he is the best example), but say a player’s last few seasons are decidedly below average for their position, yet they push up the guy’s WARP3 or what-have-you…my question is, should Peak be given more weight than Longevity, and how much more? A guy like Albert Belle could peter out for a few more years and enhance his raw totals, but it wouldn’t help a team in real life. Thoughts?

Biggio, who is now just 70 hits shy of 3,000 and 19 homers shy of 300, is in good shape regarding the Hall of Fame based on his accomplishments on the field. JAWS thinks so, too; he scores at 123.7 career WARP3, 69.5 peak, and 96.6 overall. The Hall of Fame second basemen set the highest bar — 122.8/71.5/97.1 — and Biggio isn’t quite over it yet, but 1.2 WARP will do the trick.

Which brings up the fact that Biggio is in fact now a below-average player. According to BP’s numbers, he was seven runs below average with the bat and 14 runs below average in the field last year, good for just 2.5 WARP in a season where he got over 600 plate appearances. In fact, in a year where the Astros missed winning the NL Central by 1 1/2 games, it’s arguable that Phil Garner’s decision to ride such a spent horse so far when they had a younger, more able alternative in Chris Burke cost the team the division. I wrote a chapter for the forthcoming It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over: the Baseball Prospectus Pennant Race Book on similar instances throughout baseball history. It’s an all-too-common mistake, alas.

But that shouldn’t change how we view Bigs’ career. One thing I stated in both the BBWAA and VC JAWS articles is that what we can call the Terrence Long portion of a player’s career — the point where we could substitute said crappy player to soak up a mostly useless 2-3 WARP a year to finish out a foreshortened career — isn’t where a Hall case should be decided. That’s why I overrode the “no’s” on Belle and Dick Allen, both of whom had very high peaks and missed by just a couple JAWS points on career; with better luck they’d have made it over the line even with minimal production.

On the other hand, the studies I’ve done with my WARP data indicate to me that in terms of using JAWS as a predictive tool for the HOF, I’m probably overvaluing peak; one actually gets a better correlation simply using career WARP. Note that JAWS isn’t specifically designed to be a predictive tool; my goal with it is to strike a balance between the idealism that a Hall vote should be based on merit and the pragmatism to understand that merit is a concept that means different things to different voters, but that greatness is generally considered along the lines of career and peak.

Accounting for peak gives the system more nuance than simple career totals, as the peak element stands as a proxy for the awards, the All-Stars, Gold Gloves and league-leading totals which a career WARP measure doesn’t see. But the latter still provides the bulk of a player’s Hall of Fame argument whether rwe’re talking about JAWS or the BBWAA vote; if it didn’t, most of the players on this year’s VC ballot would have long since been in, as their careers petered out at 33 or 35 instead of lasting until 40.

Carlos Delgado (Flushing, New York): JAWS me, please!

Oddly enough, this question came up over dinner last week with my baseball-loving pals of some renown. Delgado scores at 81.8/58.7/70.3, where the average Hall of Famer first-sacker winds up at 106.1/62.8/84.5. That puts Delgado, who’s entering his Age 35 season, 28.4 WARP away from the line, needing about four and a half seasons that are the equivalent of his 6.2-WARP 2006.

He can get closer by improving upon his peak component; his seven best years are worth 10.4, 9.2, 8.9, 8.7. 7.5, 7.2, and 6.8 WARP. An 8.0 WARP season, a level he hasn’t seen since 2003, would up his career total to 89.8 and raise his peak to 59.9, good for an overall score of 74.9, leaving him 19.2 WARP shy. And so on. The bottom line is that Delgado will have to maintain a considerable pace into his late 30s to improve his Hall of Fame credentials. While I’d like to see it happen — he’s a great hitter, and his outspokenness is a nice reminder that not all athletes are pompous right-wing gasbags like Curt Schilling — I’m not going to put money down on that likelihood.

Al Kaline Battery

In the wee hours of the past few nights, amid my other deadlines and drama I’ve inevitably found myself IMing with Steven Goldman about my various contributions to It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over: the Baseball Prospectus Pennant Race Book. Two nights ago, the topic was 1967 (one of my two narrative chapters), and Tiger great Al Kaline came up for discussion, which is why today’s Detroit Free Press piece about former teammate Denny McLain’s latest tome caught my eye.

In his book, his third autobiography, convicted felon McLain — wow, now that would make a catchy nickname for a ballplayer, Convicted Felon McLain — has some not too nice things to say about Kaline:

McLain knocks Al Kaline for slamming his bat into the rack and injuring himself in the middle of the ’68 pennant race. Some of the players, and even manager Mayor [sic] Smith, McLain says, didn’t think Kaline should have started the World Series.

“As respectfully as I can say about a Hall of Fame player, Kaline wasn’t the most loved SOB in the clubhouse, and we did win the pennant without him,” McLain writes. “Our guys resented Kaline for turning down a $100,000 salary when Jim Campbell offered to put him on par with the top players in the game. While the media played him up as a hero for being so modest, we all knew that it cost us serious dough.”

McWrong. The injury to which the pitcher refers was on June 27, 1967, when he slammed the bat into the rack after Sam McDowell struck him out. He broke a bone in his hand and missed just over a month, but the situation probably didn’t cost the Tigers the pennant; they they went 15-11 with him on the sidelines despite an offense that aside from Dick McAuliffe and Willie Horton pretty much shut down.

Kaline missed five weeks in 1968 after a Lew Krausse pitch broke his arm on May 25. He hit .309/.408/.461 when he returned, an improvement on the .257/.369/382 he was hitting when he got hurt (keep in mind this was the Year of the Pitcher). Further, the Tigers were 24-14 prior to the injury, then 24-13 with him out. Yeah, they really won the pennant without him.

Since McLain is so eager to throw stones from his glass house, it’s worth noting that his own ankle sprain is far more culpable for the Tigers ’67 loss of the pennant. As recounted in Dave Anderson’s Pennant Races: Baseball at its Best, on September 18, a day which began with the Tigers holding a half-game lead on the White Sox and a full game lead on the Red Sox and Twins, Boston knocked McLain out after he allowed four runs in two innings. Mad at himself, McLain kicked his locker with his left foot. Later that evening, he was watching TV at home and was startled by a noise in the garage. He jumped up, but his left foot was asleep, and he crumpled to the floor, his ankle severely sprained.

He would not start again until the season’s final game. Rain forced the Tigers to play doubleheaders on both the Saturday and Sunday of the final weekend. They split the Saturday twinbill, and won Sunday’s opener behind Joe Sparma. With the Red Sox having won their game, the Tigers needed a win to force a tie and thus a playoff. McLain took the hill and was staked to a 3-1 lead in the second, but he couldn’t hold it. He departed in the third with the tying run on base, and Don Mincher greeted reliever John Hiller with a two-run homer. The Angels scored three more in the fourth and never looked back, helping the Red Sox win their first pennant since 1946.

So from September 17 on, the Tigers went 6-6, while the Red Sox went 7-4 and the Twins 6-5. All McLain gave them in that span was four innings of bad pitching, when one good start might have meant a pennant.

In honor of all that, I present an MP3 of “The Ballad of Denny McLain” by the SF Seals, an indie-rock project fronted by baseball fan Barbara Manning from a gem of an EP called The Baseball Trilogy which was put out by Matador Records (whose co-owner Gerard Cosloy runs the wonderfully snarky Can’t Stop the Bleeding). It’s a cover sung by one of Manning’s bandmates and thus not quite as good as her mind-melting psychedelic original “Dock Ellis” — a tribute to the pitcher who threw a no-hitter under the influence of LSD in 1970 — but it’s still pretty good. When Gerard’s jackbooted thugs come to drag me away for copyright violation, ask him why that hopelessly out-of-print EP isn’t part of the label’s voluminous offering at eMusic.

Sometimes You Win, Sometimes You Lose, Sometimes It Rains…

…and sometimes you’re just wrong, as I was when I thought my BP chat was on Monday at 4 PM. It’s Tuesday at 4 PM EST, two hours after the Veterans Committee voting results are announced by the Hall of Fame. If there’s a silver lining to the fact that I was all sugared up with no place to go this afternoon, it’s that we discovered a malfunction in BP’s chat system which was sending any questions readers had left into a parallel universe, so my Chicken Little act to the BP tech crew was slightly less embarrassing than it would have otherwise been. The bottom line is that if you dropped by to leave a question before 4 on Monday, it’s gone daddy gone, so please resubmit it.

The chat won’t be an epic, as I’m scheduled to make an appearance on XM Radio 175, “On Deck” with Chuck Wilson at 6:25 Eastern, discussing the VC vote. Chuck had me on back in January, on the occasion of the Hall of Fame BBWAA ballot; he’s a knowledgeable, enthusiastic host who’s a fan of BP and who does his homework, asking substantial questions and listening to the answers. We talked for 27 minutes and it was the most fun I’ve had on the air (you can hear the results here and here). This one won’t be as long but I’m looking forward to it just the same.

Pitching Zeroes

On Tuesday, the Baseball Hall of Fame will announce the results of this year’s Veterans Committee voting. The new VC — which has taken the process out of the hands of 15 senile men in a smoke-filled room, accountable to nobody, and put it in the hands of the living Hall of Famers, Spink and Frick award winners (writers and broadcasters) in a BBWAA-type balloting process, has thus far gone 0-for-2 in electing anybody despite the presence of a few qualified candidates on the ballot. I’ll have a JAWS-themed article up at BP on Monday (update: it’s here, with a sidecar here), and will be hosting a chat at 4 PM Eastern. Drop by and ask a question, or feel free to leave one beforehand.

Pub Date

On Thursday night I got together with Bronx Banter‘s Alex Belth and Cliff Corcoran and SI.com’s Jake Luft for some burgers and balltalk. It was typically rambunctious, with the four of us barely restraining ourselves from talking over each other like sugared-up six-year-olds as we discussed Bernie Williams, fantasy baseball, Ronnie Lott (how’d he get in there?), Steve Rushin, Tropicana Field, spring training and the Hall of Fame. If only I could remember what I was supposed to check out on YouTube…

Cliff, who edited Baseball Prospectus 2007 for Plume (a division of Penguin), showed up carrying his hot-off-the-press copy of the book, promising mine would arrive Friday, albeit with slighly less ketchup on the cover. It did, and aside from a couple of surprise commas — them’s the breaks when you play subordinate-clause chicken as often as I do — I couldn’t be happier. My contributions to the book were the Dodgers and Red Sox chapters, as well as a back-of-book collaboration with Will Carroll on the effects of the amphetamine ban.

The book is 48 pages longer than last year, weighing in at 602 in all (biggest BP ever, I’m told), and the switch in publishers from Workman to Plume looks like the difference between Scranton and New York City. Hats off to BP editors Steven Goldman and Christina Kahrl, as well as Cliff, for a job well done. We at BP like to say that we write the baseball book that we’d want to read. Here’s hoping you readers come along for the ride and enjoy the advances we’ve made.

On the promotional front here in NYC, the March 22 Columbia University time and location have been changed:

March 22, 6 PM
Columbia University
Lerner Hall
2920 Broadway (@ 114th Street)
New York, NY

The changes inadvertently accomodate my previous commitments (Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard and Ray Price getting their Western Schwing on at Radio City) and thus shift me from tentative to probable, with a 60 percent likelihood of watermelon smashing. Consider yourselves warned.

Hit the Poz Button

A couple years ago I was talking with a Yankees fan, a true-blue New Yorker as typified by that classic Saul Steinberg New Yorker cover, “A View of the World from 9th Avenue,”. We were talking about our online baseball reading habits, sites we visit regularly and such, and I mentioned an article I’d read earlier that day by Joe Posnanski.

“Who?” he replied.

“Joe Posnanski of the Kansas City Star. You know, Poz.”

“Why would I care what’s going on in Kansas City?”

The conversation ground to an abrupt halt. There was no sense in pressing the issue with my provincial acquaintance; it was like showing a pig a wristwatch. We simply consume baseball differently; he’s a rabid fan of the hometown nine, and I’m someone who likes to — needs to, given my writing responsibilities at Baseball Prospectus and Fantasy Baseball Index — be conversant about every team. Fair enough. I like knowing what’s going in Milwaukee, Miami, Pittsburgh, or Kansas City, not just because they’re exotic non-New York City locales but because just as there are players worth watching on other teams, there are writers worth reading all over the country, and they don’t write about the Alex Rodriguez v. The World soap opera twice a week.

Posnanski’s one of them. He’s had to endure some pretty dark days covering the Royals, yet he always seems to strike the right note, never strident, neither too suicidally pessimistic nor too insanely optimistic about the home team’s situation. And his street cred, as far as I’m concerned, is impeccable. He’s a SABR member, friends with Bill James and Rob and Rany, hip to Baseball Prospectus, he’s interviewed with Rich Lederer, he actually gets to vote for Bert Blyleven, Alan Trammell and Rich Gossage in the Hall of Fame balloting, and he counts the futile Duane Kuiper — one home run in 3,379 career at bats — as his all-time favorite player. With stats like that, the dude can pound Budweiser at my table anytime.

Posnanski’s got a new book on the way out called The Soul of Baseball: A Road Trip Through Buck O’Neill’s America, and alongside a more traditional book home page, he’s rolled out a blog that’s been pretty entertaining thus far. Here he reflects on the cast of zombies that make up the Royals’ five previous Opening Day starters; they combined to go 31-58 with a 5.68 ERA, while opposing hitters wailed the tar out of them at a .291/.354/.500 clip. Here he writes at length about the Royals’ infamous Gil Meche signing and a possible rationale behind it, one that doesn’t involve photos of executives with dead hookers. Here he offers a rather surprising and contrary take on Barry Bonds, even while admitting that Bonds has painted himself into a corner. Here he writes about James’ seeing the light on Blyleven (believe it or not, this took until recently).

Even if you don’t agree with every position he takes (and I don’t), it’s good stuff, several cuts above what many of his ink-stained colleagues are offering up elsewhere. The world of mainstream baseball writing needs more Joe Posnanskis; failing that, at least we’ve got more Poz.

Indifferent to What?

Back when I had a roommate, I watched more football than I do these days. I find the sport rather mundane relative to baseball, except for the really chaotic moments — trick plays, blocked punts, laterals, fumble returns, Steve Atwater-driven collisions, Urban Meyer-designed offenses and so on. The running joke we had was that nothing was more exciting than a safety, and as such, we were going to start a website, Safeties.com, devoted to tracking this rare bird. Alas, the domain was already registered, and our dreams of filthy Internet lucre died a hard death.

Not that the example I’m setting here shouldn’t have tempered our enthusiasm.

To take our nascent empire cross-platform, we were similarly going to carve out a chunk of turf for DefensiveIndifference.com. “Because, damn it, somebody cares!” would be our motto. I guess apathy took hold there, too, because nothing ever happened. Until now.

Because damn it, somebody cares: my BP colleague Dan Fox notes a change pertaining to the crediting of Defensive Indifference among the latest batch of rule changes. Dan reports that DI is apparently enjoying a renaissance, with about five percent of all stolen base attempts being scored as such. The rules changes might even up that rate, given that they allow official scorers more latitude to award these little jewels.

Such information completes me, and since it’s clear that Defensive Indifference is finally the hip topic among baseball cognoscenti, I’ve decided to start caring. Vive l’indifference!

Three Quick Strikes, Again

Meticulously not fixing what ain’t broke, I’ll revisit this format again…

• Kevin Goldstein’s Top 100 Prospects list is out at Baseball Prospectus. It’s Goldstein’s first one for BP, and it comes on the heels of his Organizational Rankings and team-by-team Top 10 Prospect lists (indexed on the aforementioned rankings). Goldstein’s writeups for each of these prospecs are in Baseball Prospectus 2007, which may be shipping from Amazon by the end of next week.

Yankee fans will be delighted to see Philip Hughes ranked #2, just behind Kansas City’s Alex Gordon. He’s one of five righthanded pitchers the Bombers placed in the Top 100 or among the honorable mentions; the others are Joba Chamberlain (56), Humberto Sanchez (65), Dellin Betances (92), and Tyler Clippard (HM). The team’s only positional prospect, outfielder Jose Tabata, ranked 22nd. Overall, the Yanks rank fourth out of the 30 teams, an excellent turnaround from what was a rather dire state of affairs a few years ago.

Meanwhile the Dodgers placed four prospects: lefty pitcher Clayton Kershaw (16), third baseman Andy LaRoche (20), lefty Scott Elbert (32), and first baseman James Loney (54). That may seem like a relatively small group, but remember that the Dodgers graduated many of their top prospects to the majors last year: Matt Kemp, Andre Ethier, Russell Martin, Jonathan Broxton, Chad Billingsley… Overall, the Dodgers rank fifth by Goldstein’s methodology, with a monster list of under-25 talent.

The Devil Rays placed the most prospects on the list, with seven, from #3 Delmon Young to #100 Elijah Dukes, with a lot less attitude in between those two. On the other side of the coin, the Nationals placed just one prospect on the list — Mumbly Joe Somethingorother — at #93 to boot.

Adding Goldstein to the team might rate as BP’s best move since the advent of PECOTA. Aside from the high-quality content he produces, he’s a fantastic resource behind the scenes, quick with great anecdotes or off-the-record scouting scuttlebutt, and able to dig up hard-to-find stats, whether they’re from the New England League circa 1947 or the Dominican Summer League circa 1995. He’s certainly helped me through many a pinch, so a tip of the cap to him here.

• Speaking of the Nats, Joe Sheehan gets off some good lines at their expense today in an article about Non-Roster Invitations:

Just this week, the Nats snapped up the last reasonable free agent by inviting Ron Belliard to camp. Belliard becomes the team’s best second-base option, allowing them to keep Felipe Lopez at shortstop and turn Cristian Guzman into a conversation piece for the living room, or lawn furniture, or a slightly uncomfortable beanbag chair.

Alas, the more likely scenario is that Guzman keeps his job—the contract must play, you know—and Belliard gets time platooning with Lopez or pinch-hitting a lot. This scenario, where a team has multiple options and lands on the least-productive one, is common enough to warrant a piece of its own.

The Nats, who right now have two Senate pages and an extra from “D.C. Cab” in the rotation, have invited a whole bunch of pitchers to camp. Of particular note are Brandon Claussen, who isn’t that far removed from being on the road to what Chris Capuano actually turned into. Claussen had his left shoulder scoped last year, and isn’t likely to make an impact before the second half. Remember the name, though.

As if Yankee fans could ever forget Claussen…

• Mussina versus Pavano. A-Rod versus Jeter. Bernie versus Father Time. Mariano versus Cashman. Sheffield versus Torre. Good Lord, I’m already sick to death of every single Yankee storyline coming out of Tampa, but then I’m an idiot for paying too close attention in the first place. As my friend Nick says, “Reading spring training clubhouse articles by beat writers is like making a dinner out of Cheetos and broken glass.” Not healthy at all.

All of which serves to highlight the wisdom of Earl Weaver, as passed on today by Alex Belth at Bronx Banter. Weaver used springtime to get his cliches into shape; “The hitters are ahead of the pitchers,” “The Second-Time-Out Theory,” and “The Lee May Syndrome” are all classics worth rehearsing while ignoring the faux-controversy rites of spring.

Oh, and speaking of Weaver, here’s video of one of his great tirades. Most definitely not safe for work, just as it should be.