Stats are great, they allow us to calculate/measure what a player does in any given inning, game, series, month, season, or career. The soon to be Silicon Valley A's GM, Billy Beane (of Moneyball fame, the non-gay), covets players with solid on-base skills. I too appreciate the ability of a player to get himself on the base paths, because that means no outs were made and the likelihood of scoring a run significantly increased. However, Phillies fans seem to be to the contrary, as we're more prone as a collective group to cheer J-Roll or Victorino (2 non-selective hitters) and boo on-base whizzes like Abreu and Burrell. I personally like all of those players for their disticntive attributes they bring to the field. Why can't we just welcome the positives of our athletes rather than scrutinize their shortcomings?
Ok, lovefest over! We as fans point out the negatives of players because their true value doesn't always show up on the back of a baseball card. Burrell has a very solid OPS, but there are other facets of his game that are lacking. Sure Abreu got four balls more than boy Siamese twins and he had a lofty OPS, but we know he didn't exactly drip with fervor. Bottom line, OPS is a wonderful stat, but it doesn't always reveal a player's full worth.
In the comments section yesterday Corey made mention of my fondness for Michael Jackson. I need to disclose that I like the black jheri curl Mike, not the scary looking skeletal white dude Mike. C'mon, nobody likes a Caucasian pedophile. So in remembrance of Jackson's better days and aforementioned Billy Beane (both A's GM and gay 80's outfielder who liked to stroke it for the other team) I bring to you the WSBGM's Billie Jean remix.
He was more like a queen from the Oakland scene. I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one. Who will dance on the field in the round. He said I am the one who will dance on the field in the round. He told me his name was Billy Beane, as he caused a scene. Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one. Who will dance on the field in the round. People always told me be careful of what you do. And don't go around breaking fans hearts. And Gillick always told me be careful of who you trust. And be careful of what you do cause the lie becomes the truth. Billy Beane is not my lover. He's just a guy who claims that I am the one. But Barry Zito is not my son. He says I am the one, but Bobby Crosby is not my son.
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto, domo...domo...thank you very much Mr. Roboto. Ryan Howard just recently finished off his trip to Japan where he continued to blast homers despite the language barrier. He frightened them more than Godzilla. He struck fear in their hearts more than a sushi caused epidemic. He petrified them more than the rumor of discontinuing the Pokemon series...you get the point. Howard was named MVP of the series and that's probably not the only MVP award he'll garner this offseason. In his brief career he's already accumulated more awards than E-5 marks on the scorecard in which David Bell is playing (gotta make my quota). I truly hope Gillick can find protection for him so we don't have to suffer through watching him chase Bond's walk record, as I'd sooner watch him chase Bond's homerun mark.
As if Ryan Howard wasn't imposing enough, this is the pic MLB ran in the media guide for the US vs. Japan All-Star series...scary.