KEEPING SCORE

KEEPING SCORE

We all know the old adage: The difference between a .250 hitter and a .300 hitter is a hit a week.  One minor duck fart, quark, Baltimore Chop, Texas Leaguer, or frozen rope per week, and a guy is on his way to All-Star games and the possibility of mega-riches; one less and a guy is on his way to Triple-A – potentially out of baseball forever.

There is no corollary (in baseball adages, anyway) for pitchers; but the same concept applies.  One less earned run per week, he goes from a 4.00 ERA to a 2.9 ERA.  Again, one earned run less per week is the difference between the chance to make $1M per start, and being in the Minor Leagues, making about $85K per year.

Whether a hitter reaches base via hit or error, or whether a run is deemed earned or unearned, can have major financial implications.

And it’s not just hits and errors, but wins, losses, saves, and a whole litany of other potentially lucrative statistics.  (Take a look at MLB Rule 10 for all kinds of nuggets.)

Simply put, a lot rides on one person’s assessment.  Of course, with Sabermetrics and advanced stats like OPS and WRC and FIP and WHIP and BABIP, standards like AVG and ERA may be antiquated, but they are still oft-used and oft-relied upon – especially in contract negotiations.

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That means that the men and women who sit in the press box – more specifically, in the scorer’s box – and jot down dashes and dots, using multiple pens in multiple colors, creating chicken-scratch in small squares in a small pad of bound paper – have enormous power, whether they know it or want it.

We all know how to keep score.  It started at our kid’s Little League game when you either drew the short straw or looked like someone who (a) knew the game or (b) paid attention or (c) didn’t have a ready excuse not to.  You took “the book” with all those little diamonds, filled in the lineup, and did your best to keep up and keep track.  No one really cared what you did as long as you got the score right and didn’t issue too many errors to the youngsters on the field (“come on, that was a hit . . .”).  Easy enough.

But, for the many men and women who sit high above Major League stadiums every day, the stakes are considerably higher.  And more people rely on that snap judgment than you can imagine.  The scoreboard operator needs to signal to the fans; the television and radio announcers need to tell their respective viewers/listeners; hitters need to know if their batting average just went up or down; and pitchers need to know if what just happened on the field will affect their ERA.  It all matters.  And it all must be decided in a matter of seconds.  How is it done?

Ed Munson, one of three official scorers for the Dodgers and Angels (he alternates), has been doing this for 37 years and scored over 3,500 games.  He will tell you that he knows baseball, and goes with his gut.  I was lucky enough to sit in the box with Ed one night not too long ago, and watch a master do his job.  He made it look so easy.  Trust me, as I kept my book next to his, it is not.  And when Joc Pederson hit a shot up the middle into the shift, and Danny Espionza either couldn’t or wouldn’t get in front of it, Ed made the call immediately.

Up in the box, we had a short post-call debate.  In the end, I begrudgingly agreed with his call (hit).  And when Yasiel Puig grounded into an inning-ending double play on the next pitch – while it didn’t become moot (see AVG, above) – it became considerably less controversial.  No one would have gained from that being ruled an error.

But, the official scorer cannot make decisions based on bias or potential value.  He/she needs to make instantaneous calls based on angles, speed, skill, experience, and the rules of the game (a copy of which Ed keeps next to him every night – even though he knows the book cold).

Until about five years ago, it was not unheard of for a manager – or a player – to so vehemently disagree with a scorer’s decision that they would call up from the dugout to plead their case.  While some viewed this as a Bush League move, others simply viewed it as too distracting to someone trying to do their job in real time.

In an effort to quell any such base instincts, the 2011 CBA gave the players a quiet, but important “win” and – in this process – essentially removed the term “official” from a scorer’s job description.  Because now, rather than simply being subject to the whims of the official scorer, a player (or, more typically, his agent) has 72 hours to file an appeal.  This involves an actual application, often accompanied by a video clip and an explanation as to why the call should be changed.

The appeal is sent to Joe Torre, MLB’s Chief Baseball Officer.  Torre has full discretion, but – according to the rules – the call should only be changed if it was “clearly erroneous”.  Torre customarily sends an email to the official scorer to get his/her interpretation of the play and their reasoning behind the call.  He then has the option of consulting with other MLB officials to get their input; but when Torre renders his decision, it is final, it is “official”.

While you might think that longtime scorers feel usurped by Torre’s ultimate authority, the opposite is actually true.  Mark Jacobson, who has been scoring Orioles games since 1992, told the Baseball Hall of Fame: “It is not a perfect system but … it takes it out of having to deal with the endless ‘did not, did so’ arguments in the press box because now you send it in, let Joe sort it out … and I can go home and not have to worry about whether I’m going to look at that play tomorrow”.

Stew Thornley, who scores for the Minnesota Twins, likes the new process because it is better than confrontations with players or team officials over a contested call.

Scorers have up to twenty-four hours to change any of their calls.  Some, like Munson, record all of their games and go back and review any controversial play to make sure they got it “right” (or, at least, that their call was justifiable).  But most scorers take their ego out of it – they don’t really care if their call is overturned by Torre, as long as there is sound reasoning.  While that may seem counter-intuitive, it really isn’t.  Think about the person who is willing to sit still for 3+ hours and watch every single pitch and record the outcome of every such pitch in a little notebook, with but one goal in mind: making sure that the plays on the field are judged correctly.

They aren’t doing it for the money: They get $170/game (some teams provide food, others don’t; they all provide parking).

They aren’t doing it for the accolades: Michael Duca, who scores for the Giants, told the SF Gate back in 2012: “If you’re doing the job right, you irritate all 50 players in both dugouts”.

They aren’t doing it for the fame: Ask any – even avid – baseball fan if they can name a single scorer.  See what I mean?

No, they are doing it for their love of the game and their belief in getting things right.  As Duca artfully put it: “We act as curators for the history of the game”.

This idea of being a curator of the game really hit home when I learned that Jim Gates, the official scorer of the Oneonta Outlaws (a member of the Perfect Game Collegiate Baseball League, which gathers college players from across the country to play games in Upstate New York in June and July), is none other than the Library Director at the Hall of Fame – a man responsible for more than 3,000,000 documents related to the National Pastime.  In his day job he curates the past, and in his night gig he curates the present.

These men and women, who show up every day and every night have earned a certain amount of respect; and it would be a massive error not to tip your cap to these unheralded stewards of our game.

PLAY BALL!

EXORCISING DEMONS

EXORCISING DEMONS

On October 16, 2003, Aaron “F*&^%ng” Boone added to the Boston lore by hitting a walk-off, game-winning, series-ending homerun in the bottom of the 11th inning, sending the Yankees to the World Series and the Red Sox home without a championship for the 85th consecutive year.

The Boston faithful had reason for hope in the 8th inning that night, up 5-2 with but five outs to go.  As a lifelong Red Sox fan, I have no need to relive (or write about) what transpired next, it being forever seared into our brains by one of the worst managerial decisions in the history of the game.  Suffice it to say, Red Sox fan’s hearts were ripped out, yet again.

In 2004, the script seemed to be re-written.  The Red Sox wiped the slate clean, hired a new manager, and brought themselves into the ALCS with more than just a hope that “this is the year”.  And then the Yankees stepped on the field.  Before you could blink an eye, the Yankees were up three games to none, and a long, cold, dreary winter in the Northeast was again on the horizon.

As a lifelong Red Sox fan, I have much need to relive (and write about) what transpired next, it being forever seared into our brains by the greatest comeback in the history of the sport.  The Red Sox looked into the abyss; there was nothing staring back; at that moment, they found their character; and that is what kept them out of the abyss.  On the shoulders of David Ortiz, the Red Sox rode to victory after victory after victory, ultimately vanquishing the Yankees in Game 7.  The BoSox kept that momentum and swept the Cardinals to win their first world championship in 86 years.  Their demons were exorcised on a cold, Fall night in St. Louis.

So why am I writing about the 2004 Red Sox in the middle of the 2016 season?  Fair question.  The answer (hopefully) will become clear in a moment.

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“The Drive”

“The Fumble”

“The Shot”

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“The Decision”

Is it becoming any clearer?

The City of Cleveland has had its share of heartache and heartbreak. Probably a whole lot more than their fair share. The links listed above represent nightmares – literal and figurative – for people of Northeast Ohio.  They represent opportunities squandered and seasons wasted.  They represent the downward turn in the Rust Belt and lakes on fire.  They represent the DNA in multiple generations who have known nothing but loss – and pain.  It has been 52 years since the City of Cleveland has sniffed the sweet smell of success; tasted the sweet wine of winning; drank the sweet champagne of championship.  Clevelanders have grown weak not having to lift trophies over their heads; and have filled landfills with unused ticker tape.

But all of that was supposed to change with “The Letter”.  After the 2014 season, the Cavaliers decided that “this will be the year”.  They brought in a new coach and lured back the hometown hero – and this time he brought with him championship experience.  Just as the Red Sox hired a new manager and brought in an ace with championship experience for 2004, their script was due for a rewrite.

The Cavaliers had a great season and brought themselves to the Finals.  But two of their three best players got hurt, they ran into the buzzsaw that was the Golden State Warriors, and their championship hopes were thwarted for yet another year.  Cleveland fell into another malaise.  Countless stories were written. Documentaries were made.

But Cleveland is a resilient town, and the Cavs are a resilient team.  They battled a sluggish start, fired their “bad-fit” (read: didn’t see eye-to-eye with LeBron) coach, and slowly rounded themselves into a championship-caliber team.  And, just like the 2004 Red Sox, they brought themselves all the way back to the championship.

And just like the 2004 Red Sox, facing the same opponent, they looked overmatched and outclassed.  And just like the 2004 Red Sox, they found themselves on the brink of elimination in the most ignominious and embarrassing of ways.  And just like the 2004 Red Sox, in order to win, in order to hoist a trophy, in order to exorcise their demons, they would have to do something that no other team in the history of the sport had ever done.  The Chinese proverb states: Go straight for the heart of danger, for there you will find safety.  These teams live in that danger.  This is not just a way for these franchises, this is the only way.

So, for those reasons; because the sports gods work in strange and (un)predictable ways; because momentum is a fickle bitch and cannot be denied; because winning on your opponent’s turf makes the victory that much sweeter (just ask Steph Curry); because there simply cannot be any other outcome; the Cavaliers will win tonight.

Or, Steph will do Steph things.  Klay will do Klay things.  Draymond will stop doing Draymond things, and the Dubs will repeat.  What the hell do I know?

For my money, take the 4.5, take the Cavs on the money line, and be prepared for the Cuyahoga to catch fire again.  Someone wake up Barry Goldwater, the City of Cleveland is ready to party like it’s 1964!

PLAY/JUMP BALL!!

EATING CASH

EATING CASH

Eating cash is the new eating crow.  I am not sure when the tide turned and teams decided it was better to eat cash and release or trade a player rather than rolling him out day after day (or start after start) and suffer the indignity of a deal gone bad.  But it definitely has happened.  We have seen this phenomenon a few times just this past week.  To wit:

After an on-radio tirade by the team’s general partner, Padre GM A.J. Preller thought it best to rid himself of James Shields.  The problem, Shields is still owed about $58M (from the 4/$75M deal he signed last season).  The White Sox, knowing they had a ton of leverage, required the Padres to eat $31M of that.  The ChiSox get an innings eater at $7M/year for the next three years.  (However, he only went 2 innings and gave up 7ER in his White Sox debut, so maybe it wasn’t such a good deal.)

Last week the Dodgers did a two-fer: First they released Alex Guerrero.  The Dodgers finally resigned themselves to the idea that this was just a bad deal for a bad player.  There is plenty of blame to go around on this one: While playing shortstop in Cuba, the scouts felt that he didn’t have the skills to play that position in the big leagues.  The Dodgers game him some work at second base, but never enough reps to get proficient (that is partly due to Dee Gordon’s little-anticipated ascendance at the position in 2014); and then they moved him around the diamond like he was playing a game of musical chairs.  Unfortunately for both the player and the team, the music has stopped.  The front office thought it made sense to take a 4/$28M risk on a mid-level hitter with no real Major League defensive position.  Now the Dodgers are forced to pay about $7M to make this mistake go away.

But Guerrero is a drop-in-the-bucket compared to the debacle that is and was Carl Crawford.  With the hand-writing on the wall for seasons, the Dodgers finally bit the bullet and ate the remaining $35M on this deal.  Red Sox fans rejoiced when the Dodgers took over this $142M albatross in 2012, and now the Dodgers are left holding the bag.  Time will tell if Crawford can ever be serviceable Major League player, but he will still be paid like one through the end of next season.

These two teams are tied in ways other than the 5 Freeway and the NL West.  When Dodgers dumped Matt Kemp on the Pads before last season, they agreed to pay $3.5M of the $21.5M Kemp is entitled to until the end of the 2019 season.  However, when (if?) the Padres can dump Kemp on some other unsuspecting team prior to the August 1st trade deadline, it seems pretty clear that they will have to eat some money.  Thus, there is a great chance that, come August, Matt Kemp is wearing yet another uniform and getting paychecks from three different clubs.

One team unwilling (yet) to eat cash, and choosing instead to eat crow every other day or so is the Philadelphia Phillies.  They still owe Ryan Howard about $16M for this season, and then $10M to buy out his option for next year.  Rather than release a fan favorite (?) and someone who has meant a lot to the team and the community, they give Howard spot starts and pinch-hitting opportunities.  How has that worked out: 9 HRs, 9 singles, .150 BA, .559 OPS, and strike outs in 1/3 of all plate appearances.  There is no sign that Matt Klentak or the owners are willing to embarrass Howard by releasing him; they would rather embarrass him by allowing him to try to hit.

Of course, as I have written previously, the grand-daddy of all “eating cash” deals is still a guy who was back in the news today: Josh Hamilton.  As of the moment the Angels shipped Hamilton to the Rangers, they remained on the hook for $73.5M of $79.5M Hamilton was due through 2017.  It was announced today that, after it had been previously announced that Hamilton would miss the entire season, he had surgery to totally reconstruct his ACL.  He may never play again.  I guess, since he was traded in-division, this may be the best news the Angels could have received.

As television deals get richer, and as revenues continue to grow, and as GMs cannot help themselves from making long-term dumb (?) deals (see Greinke, Zack; Pujols, Albert; Cabrera, Miguel; Sabathia, CC; Sandoval, Pablo; Ramirez, Hanley; Ellsbury, Jacoby; etc., etc.), in the years to come you may see more and more teams electing to eat cash rather than eat crow.

PLAY BALL!!

UNDERVALUED ASSETS

Last week we set out to determine which team was carrying the worst contracts for the 2016 season.  As we saw, there were many contenders.  We ended by making reference to the great value in Noah Syndergaard’s $535K deal.  The great news for baseball owners and GMs is that there are many more Thor-like contracts out there – deals for impact players WAY below 2016 market value.

From the start, understand that the average MLB salary this season is $4.4M.  Now, that is not a median, just the mean.  There are a ton of over-priced players making more than $4.4M (see last week’s article); and there are a ton of players making substantially less – while their numbers would indicate they deserve substantially more.

The Major League minimum salary for 2016 is $507.5K (as a point of reference: in 1967 this was $6,000).  As you may know, for the first few years of a player’s career – prior to becoming arbitration eligible – the team dictates the player’s salary.  So, for the sake of simplicity, we will count any player making in the $500Ks a minimum deal.  Here is just a sampling of who falls into this category:

  • Dellin Betances (Best set-up man in baseball?)
  • Mookie Betts (Five-tool future of the Red Sox)
  • Jackie Bradley, Jr. (AL Player-of-the-Month; 29-game hitting streak)
  • Gerrit Cole (Ace of Pirates)
  • Carlos Correa (Rookie of the Year)
  • Sonny Gray (Come July, will be the most sought-after pitcher in baseball)
  • Kevin Kiermaier (Gold Glove winner)
  • Francisco Lindor (Rookie of Year runner-up)
  • Kevin Pillar (Gold Glove runner-up)
  • Addison Russell (Cornerstone SS for World Series favorite)
  • Corey Seager (Ranked top prospect in baseball)
  • Trevor Story (2016 Rookie of the Year?)
  • Marcus Stroman (Ace of Blue Jays)
  • Noah Syndergaard (No further description necessary)

If you raise the bar to the $600Ks, you also get Xander Bogaerts, Kris Bryant, and Jacob deGrom.

But those guys are mere pups.  Let’s seek out some real value under the league average:

  • Jose Fernandez: $2.8M
  • Chris Archer: $2.9M
  • Kenta Maeda: $3.125M
  • Jose Altuve: $3.68M
  • Matt Harvey: $4.325M
  • Corey Kluber: $4.7M (slightly above average, but worth including here)

For between $5-$10M, you could trot the following All-Star lineup:

  • P – Dallas Keuchel: $7.25M
  • P – Chris Sale: $9.15M
  • P – Madison Bumgarner: $9.9M
  • P – Yu Darvish: $10M
  • C – Devin Mesoraco: $5M
  • 1B – Anthony Rizzo: $5.28M
  • 2B – Paul Goldschmidt: $5.83M (some creative license)
  • SS – Manny Machado: $5M (back to his natural position)
  • 3B – Nolan Arenado: $5M
  • LF – Bryce Harper: $5M
  • CF – Yasiel Puig: $7.2M (opinions on the value of this deal vacillate from week to week)
  • RF – Giancarlo Stanton: $9M (his $325M deal is heavily backloaded; if he doesn’t opt-out, he gets $25M+ from 2018-2028)

If you wanted to spend more than $10M, but didn’t want to get to the list of 38 players making $20M or more this season, you could make do with these guys:

  • P – Stephen Strasburg: $10.4M
  • P – Jake Arrieta: $10.7M
  • C – Josh Donaldson: $11.65M (have to move him back to his original position)
  • 1B – David Ortiz: $16M
  • 2B – Ben Zobrist/Neil Walker: $10.5M (each)
  • SS – J.J. Hardy/Jhonny Peralta: $12.2M/$12.5M
  • 3B – Evan Longoria: $12.6M
  • LF – Alex Gordon: $12M
  • CF – Mike Trout: $16M
  • RF – Andrew McCutchen: $13.2M

Said differently, there are 55 players making more this season than this particular All-Star team.  So, all is not lost for the owners; there is still hope (and value) to be found on each 25-man roster.  Well, for this season anyway . . .

PLAY BALL!!

DUDGER STADIUM

 

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Hot Take: The Dodgers hate their fans?  More than three million people have flowed through the gates at Chavez Ravine in 18 of the past 20 seasons, so the fans obviously don’t hate the Dodgers, but the feeling certainly doesn’t seem mutual.  The only explanation I can come up with is that with so many fans coming each year, they must believe “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

Every Dodger game you watch on television starts with an aerial view of the park, with palm trees to the north and downtown to the south, and then Vin Scully or Dan Shulman or Bob Costas regaling us with the majestic beauty and unparalleled views and the perfect day/night for baseball.  Unfortunately, 70% of Angelenos cannot see that aerial view on a regular basis (thanks, Time Warner and the Dodgers for not stepping in to try to resolve that issue); and for those who can, it is significantly better to watch the games from the comfort of your living room.  Because, once you pull through Elysian Park or off the 110 or through the Sunset Gate, the fan experience comes to a screeching halt.

Dodger Stadium is the third oldest ballpark in baseball.  But that statistic is a bit deceptive.  Fenway Park is 104 years old; Wrigley Field is 102 years old.  Dodger Stadium is, by comparison, a mere pup at 54.  And, like many things in L.A., it looks considerably better from afar.  Get too close, and you may not like what you see, what you hear, or how you feel.

When real estate magnate Frank McCourt bought (leveraged?) the team in 2004, he immediately raised the price of parking.  Despite new ownership, that hasn’t changed.  You do get a deal if you buy online in advance – a deal that matches the drive-up price at Anaheim Stadium just 32 miles down the road.  Speaking of the Angels, do you know Arte Moreno’s first official act as the team’s new owner?  He lowered beer prices.  The Angels don’t hate their fans!

The Dodgers also went about rejiggering the parking lot, seemingly for easier ingress and egress.  Unfortunately, this plan requires drivers to leave from the gate they entered, even if they are heading somewhere different from whence they came.  And getting a parking space in Dodger Stadium means braving a ridiculous bottleneck (16 lanes down to 3-4), and rude flag-wavers who are drunk with power and direct you to a spot roughly half a mile from the actual gate.  In fairness, this problem is not unique to the Dodgers.

Once you cross the threshold, the Dodgers have done a nice job of making the ballpark more inviting.  They have beer gardens in the outfield and two new concession stands: a BBQ joint and an Italian restaurant (?) (more about those below).  But, the bread and butter (pun intended) of Dodger Stadium is, was, and always will be the Dodger Dog.  So, guess what, that is essentially all you can get as you circle the ballpark.

Sure, you can get a Super Dodger Dog if you are so inclined.  You can get a piece of Stouffer’s that is hailed as “Brooklyn Pizza” (if I were the Borough president, lawsuits would be filed over that misrepresentation).  In a city of nearly five million Hispanics, there is a single Mexican stand (a total of three is you count the “Express” versions with less fare).  I guess that is about right, insofar as this is a city with the second highest Jewish population in the U.S., and there is a single deli – that serves a beef dip and a pastrami sandwich.  And those are the choicest options in the best sections of the park (where tickets start at $40 and go up above $175).

Head upstairs to where the proletariat sit, and the options get lesser and lesser; until you are at the Top Deck wherein you have your choice of the aforementioned two types of Dodger Dogs, French fries, and soft serve ice cream in a helmet.  Enjoy!

The Dodgers thought they were classing the place up a few years ago when they opened the Think Blue BBQ and Tommy Lasorda’s Trattoria.  Each has roughly five items on their respective menus.  Compare that with the full BBQ pit at Anaheim Stadium, and tell me that the Dodgers tried their best.  Compare that with the North Beach stand at AT&T Park and tell me Tommy is really proud of what they have done.

I could do this all day; I could compare each concession at Dodger Stadium to any other ballpark (save, maybe, Fenway Park and Wrigley Field) and “other” would win every time.

This past weekend I was in DC at Nationals Park.  I walked around the field level three times trying to decide which delicious food item I wanted to eat.  My options seemed unlimited; I am hard-pressed to think of something that wasn’t on offer.  To take that to its illogical conclusion, the Nats have a stand called “Taste of the Majors”, which has food from various major league parks.  Suffice it to say, the Dodgers were not represented (settle down Dodger Dog lovers; they are not nearly as good as you think they are).  I went with a grilled chicken sandwich; it was delicious.  Imagine trying to get a grilled chicken sandwich at Dodger Stadium . . . I’ll wait ’til you stop laughing.

Later that night I was at Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia.  I ended up making the same three rotations before I landed.  I was torn between Bull’s BBQ (owned and overseen by the great Greg Luzinski)

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and Tony Luke’s (considered by many locals to be the best cheesesteak in town).

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I also weighed standing in line for Chickie & Pete’s Crab Fries – another local legend available at the yard.

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Remind me what local legends are on offer at Chavez Ravine?  Is it too much to ask to get a Felipe’s window?  Would anyone object to an El Cholo stand?  Randy’s Donuts wouldn’t be right at home behind homeplate?  No one would eat a Canter’s corned beef or a Langer’s pastrami sandwich?

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What makes this so infuriating is that Los Angeles is going through a massive food renaissance.  Wolfgang Puck got his start here; Thomas Keller has a restaurant here; Tom Colicchio has a restaurant here; David Chang is about to open a restaurant here; two of the ten best new restaurants in the state are located essentially within walking distance of the park (Broken Spanish and B.S. Taqueria).  And yet, the powers-that-be cannot bring themselves to offer more than soggy dogs/stale buns or a single concession selling a Wagyu burger.  Thanks, but no thanks.

And let’s not even get started on the lines.  The stadium has gotten better about this on the Field Level over the past few seasons, but go upstairs – even one level – and try to get a bite or a beer in less than an inning.  There have been games where I, and friends, have missed multiple innings trying to get some ice cream.  No fair adding an extra concessionaire or opening another window or maybe incentivizing your workers to have a touch more urgency than a DMV clerk on siesta.  This is a problem that is easily solved, not prevalent at most other parks, and frustrating as hell.

But enough about the eats.  As I so often do in these columns, I ask the question: What about the kids?

Remind me again what is fun for kids at Dodger Stadium.  There is, of course, a tiny playground on the roof level.  Anyone have any interest in bringing their kids up there?

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As an aside, coincidentally and anecdotally, the last two times I was near the playground, I witnessed the following: (1) A gang-banger (or what I believed to be based on dress, tattoos, and speech) dropping F-Bombs while waiting in line for beer at the stand shown above.  Unfortunately, that beer line snaked right into said playground; and (2) A man being led around the playground in handcuffs, as he was escorted out of the park.  Family-friendly indeed.

Again, I could go chapter and verse about the kid-friendly activities available at nearly every other park in America.  And, are you telling me that the Dodgers don’t have the space to create a kids’ area?  How about between the aforementioned BBQ and Tommy restaurants?  Do you think a little batting cage; radar gun; mini-diamond couldn’t fit somewhere on the 352 acres that make up the entire complex?  For the love of Vin, they talked about building a football stadium on the site; but they cannot figure out how or where to put a jungle gym/slide/bounce house/pop-a-shot?

No mascot.  No in-game traditions (and no, I don’t count the “under which hat is the ball located” game a tradition).  No more Nancy B.  I will give them that they have improved the replays on DiamondVision (a little throwback phrase), but those still pale in comparison to other parks.  The new scoreboard is definitely an upgrade over the one they had in place since the ‘60s, but it doesn’t compare to what is out there.

And while this may be picking a nit, this is Hollywood – the entertainment capital of the world – shouldn’t the Dodgers be held to a higher standard?  Shouldn’t the Dodgers want to set the standard?

At this point I know a lot of Dodger faithful are muttering to themselves one of two things: (1) you are wrong and/or (2) then just don’t go.  On the former, I am not.  On the latter, I am considering that (even though I know it is an idle threat and one I will never go through with).

But when I hear the Rams’ new stadium will have for their fans, when I see what is available at the Big-A, when I visit Staples Center and get a full immersive experience, I simply feel cheated by the Bums.

One of my favorite things to do is visit different ballparks.  Each trip I have planned from March through August of this year involves visiting at least one new/different ballpark.  I love going to a game, taking in the atmosphere, having a beer and a brat.  But I need more.  And even if I don’t need more, other people need more.  For the prices we are paying, we all deserve more.

I am left to believe that the vast majority of the three million people who roll into Dodger Stadium each season simply haven’t had the good fortune of visiting other parks.  They have not tasted the crab cakes at Camden Yards; they haven’t watched the Phillie Phanatic do his thing at Citizens Bank Park; they haven’t enjoyed the carnival atmosphere on Yawkey Way; they haven’t eaten the garlic fries at AT&T; they haven’t watched the train circle Minute Maid Park; they haven’t heard a local celebrity belt “Take Me Out of the Ballgame” at Wrigley Field; they haven’t been to the Shake Shack at CitiField; they haven’t played on the diamond at Petco; or ridden the merry-go-round at The K; or watched Bernie the Brewer slide into a beer mug after a dinger at Miller Park; or had a Ted Drewes at Busch Stadium; or rooted in the President’s Race at Nats Park.  Again, this list could go on and on . . .

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Sure, you do get a five-minute fireworks show on Friday nights.  Sure, the Dodgers have done more in the community lately and added two movies nights and sleepovers in the outfield.  But, for a place that wants to be a fan and family destination 81 times over a six-month period, the Dodgers simply aren’t up to snuff.

When one of your owners is the man who coined the phrase “Showtime”, you expect – and you should demand – more.

Memo to the Dodgers: Three million fans notwithstanding, it’s broke, fix it!

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WHO HAS IT WORSE?

WHO HAS IT WORSE?

Remember the good old days, when Kevin Brown’s 7/$105M deal with the Dodgers seemed like the worst contract in history?  Brown was baseball’s first $100M man; and the deal included twelve chartered flights from Georgia for Brown’s family.  A year later the Angels, not to be outdone, gave Mo Vaughn 6/$80M.  GMs from around the league clutched their pearls and warned of the end of the world.  GMs today would give anything for a bad $13-$15M deal.

With the baseball season two weeks old, and teams beginning to take shape, it seems like the right time to evaluate who is holding this year’s “Kevin Brown Bag” or who has the “Mo Worse Blues”.  Here are the leading contenders:

Even with the offset paid by the Rangers, the Angels are giving Josh Hamilton about $21M to play for a division rival.  “Play” is a relative term, as Hamilton is currently on the DL with no return date set.  Here’s to hoping that the Angels share some of the insurance money.

Unfortunately, there is no insurance for the Albert Pujols deal.  The Angels are paying him a mere $24M this season . . . and will have to for another four years.

Maybe the Mets are in the worst position.  Their franchise player has spinal stenosis and cannot swing the bat, field a grounder, or throw the ball like he used to.  And yet, David Wright will take home $20M this season, and is signed for another 4/$67M.

The Mets can take solace in the fact that their cross-town rivals have three massive albatrosses weighing down the books (and this doesn’t even count Mark Teixeira).  The Yanks will pay Jacoby Ellsbury $21M this season to play mediocre centerfield (see: http://m.mlb.com/video/v594676183/seanyy-ketel-marte-goes-first-to-home-on-a-single/?game_pk=447034) and hit .213.  The good news is that Ellsbury is on the field and not on the DL.   The bad news is that he is signed for four more years.

The Yankees are paying A-Rod $21M this season, and next.  What some may not know is that he is currently batting 6th, hitting .118, and doesn’t even bring a glove to the ballpark.

But the Bombers biggest dead weight may be C.C. Sabathia.  C.C. will get $25M this season (and next), barely made the starting rotation, is averaging 5 IP, and has an 5+ ERA.

The Rangers are paying Shin Choo Soo $20M this year (and still have another $82M to go).  His biggest contribution this season: getting hurt so Nomar Mazara could take his place in the lineup.

But if the Soo deal isn’t bad enough, the Rangers are paying Prince Fielder $18M this season (the Tigers are kicking in another $6M), and will do so until 2020.  Through two weeks, he is hitting .167, with one extra base hit.

And maybe not as egregious, Elvis Andrus gets $15M this season – and potentially for seven more.  To date, he has one extra base hit.

People may think Guggenheim has unlimited money, but paying Carl Crawford $21M this year (and next) to, once-again, be on the DL, doesn’t seem like good business.

And the Dodgers also get to throw in $3.5M this year – and for three more years – for Matt Kemp to play for a division rival.  The Padres are paying $18M for a guy who is only a shell of his former self.

Although he is still one of the best hitters in baseball (and in the conversation for best right-handed hitters of all time), the Tigers paying Miguel Cabrera $28M this year, and then at least that much for the next seven years, is absurd.  That is a lot of Little Caesars pizza.

The end is near on the Ryan Howard deal.  But, the Phillies still must pay him $25M this season to be a platoon first baseman, and another $10M at the end of the year to make him go away.

The end isn’t quite so near on the Joe Mauer deal.  The mid-market Twins are committed to $23M this year, and two more years, to have Mauer be a light-hitting first baseman with blurry vision and potentially serious concussion issues.

The Rockies inherited the Jose Reyes deal, which will require them to shell out $22M this year and next – just to watch him languish on the DL.  The Rockies best hope is that Rob Manfred throws the book at Reyes for his domestic violence incident, and he gets suspended without pay.

In a brass move, the Red Sox sent Rusney Castillo to Pawtucket, even though they are paying him $10M this season, and have him under contract for four more years – with escalators.

Robinson Cano may end up being worth $24M this season, so he doesn’t really belong on this list.  But he will at some point between now and 2023.

The same goes for Zack Greinke, who is getting $34M this year.  So far, he is 0-2 with 6.75 ERA.  To put that in perspective, Greinke would have to give up 1 run/game over his next 30 starts to match last season’s career year.  The next five years may be painful for Arizona’s bottom line.

But this article would not be complete without mentioning the Big-Two, the bookends of the Red Sox infield.  Pablo Sandoval found himself on the bench, and then on the DL, while cashing $17.6M worth of checks this season, and at least that much over the next three years.  And Hanley Ramirez has potentially reinvented himself as a first baseman – and he better – because he is taking $22M/year from now until 2018.

Somewhere Kevin Malone and Bill Bavasi are having a beer and laughing at what were once believed to be “bad” deals.

One last note: the Blue Jays are paying R.A. Dickey $12M this season – not too bad.  But to think he was traded for Noah Syndergaard (and others), who may be the best pitcher in baseball right now, and who is making $535K this season and won’t be eligible for arbitration until 2018.

This list should be Exhibit #1 for the owners when they sit down to negotiate the next collective bargaining agreement.

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Dan

 

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HEAD FIRST SLIDES HURT BOTTOM LINES

HEAD FIRST SLIDES HURT BOTTOM LINES

According to FanGraphs, A.J. Pollock tied for second in wins above replacement (WAR) among outfielders last season; and he was fourth overall in WAR in the National League. His unique combination of speed and power (20 HRs/39 SBs) make him a must-have for any fantasy team. And, when paired with Paul Goldschmidt and Zack Greinke, he helped make the Diamondbacks a force to be reckoned with in the NL West. That is, until the final weekend of Spring Training. That is when Pollock dove home and fractured his elbow – which occurred either as he stopped his dive or as he pushed himself up.

But regardless of what actually caused the break, it seems that this injury could have been avoided in the most simplistic of ways: don’t slide into a base – especially home plate, where the catcher, his equipment, a loose bat, and even the umpire, are all obstacles that present potential for severe injury – head first.

Which begs the question: Why do players insist on diving into any base? The common argument is ‘that is how we have always played, so we can’t change now’. Unfortunately for today’s players, that argument doesn’t hold water.  Little League doesn’t allow head first slides, and various leagues have outlawed the practice at first base and home plate. The fact is, players could – if they so choose – slide feet first.

But this issue is more important than just old-school vs. new-school, or player preferences. This is a true bottom line issue – players are getting injured sliding head first, and it is costing teams millions of dollars in lost time (not to mention the medical care/rehab costs attendant to such injuries).

Credit: Kim Klement-USA TODAY Sports

What is set forth below is by no means a comprehensive list – rather just a representative list – of players who have been injured over the past few years sliding head first, how many games they missed, and the total salary cost of that missed time (based on their salary in the given season):

  • Josh Hamilton (2014, home plate): $154K/game x 48 games = $7.4M
  • Rafael Furcal (2011, third base): $80K/game x 75 games = $6M
  • Ryan Zimmerman (2011, third base): $55K/game x 44 games = $2.45M
  • Ian Kinsler (2013, third base): $80K/game x 25 games = $2M
  • Melky Cabrera (first base): $49K/game x 22 games (season-ending injury) = $1M
  • Ryan Ludwick (2013, third base): $12K/game x 116 games = $1.4M
  • Michael Bourn (2013, first base): $43K/game x 20 games = $864K
  • Bryce Harper (2014, third base): $13K/game x 57 games = $756.5K
  • Ben Zobrist (2014, second base): $43K/game x 13 games = $561.7K
  • Nolan Arenado (2014, second base): $3K/game x 37 games = $111K
  • Alex Gordon (2010, second base): $7K/game x 9 games (missed Opening Day) = $63K

And those are just a handful of the quantifiable injuries. There are many others, like Dustin Pedroia, who tore the ulnar collateral ligament in his left thumb on Opening Day in 2013 diving into first base. Pedroia played the entire season with the injury (he had surgery in the off-season), but suffered his lowest homerun output in six seasons, a then-career-worst slugging percentage, and a then-career-worst OBP. Pedroia was paid $10M for this injury-caused below-average season.

As of today, we don’t know how many games A.J. Pollock will miss, but it may be the whole season. He is due $3.5M, regardless.

Of course, insurance offsets some of the lost amounts set forth above, but teams are not paying these players huge salaries to have them sit on the bench or the trainer’s table or in the operating room.  They pay them to play – and play well.  And one easy way to at least protect against a stupid injury is for players to use their head, and then use their feet.

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DOLLARS & SENSE

DOLLARS & SENSE

It was quite an (un)eventful off-season for the Boys in Blue.  When the Diamondbacks swooped in and paid Zach Greinke 6/$206.5M, Andrew Friedman and company took a ton of flak.  An oft-held belief is that the Dodgers have unlimited money, and that not signing Greinke was simply a bad business decision.  Unfortunately for those not in the know, the facts don’t bear that out.

The Dodgers reported to Spring Training ready to defend their NL West crown.  However, from nearly the first day of camp, the news out of Camelback Ranch could not have been worse.  With the pre-season winding down and the Dodgers getting ready to head West, here is a list of their walking/limping/crutching wounded:

  • Brett Anderson (back)
  • Mike Bolsinger (ribs)
  • Andre Ethier (shin)
  • Yimi Garcia (knee)
  • Yasmani Grandal (forearm)
  • Alex Guerrero (knee)
  • Kike Hernandez (rib cage)
  • Howie Kendrick (calf)
  • Brandon McCarthy (elbow)
  • Yasiel Puig (hamstring)
  • Hyun-Jin Ryu (shoulder)
  • Corey Seager (knee)
  • Alex Wood (forearm)

And with each injury, the chattering class kept dredging up the Greinke deal.  It is the naysayers belief that if the Dodgers had just opened the vault and paid Greinke what he wanted (and given him that risky sixth year), all these ailments would be healed; all these problems would be solved.  There is a fair argument, however, that just the opposite is true.

The Dodgers’ payroll has exceeded the Luxury Tax threshold each of the past three seasons; and it is expected to do so again this year.  Four or more seasons results in a 50% penalty.  So, regardless of the number of years they gave Greinke, the Dodgers would be paying 150% of his salary in actual dollars.  Or, said differently, at $34.6M/year, Greinke would have cost the Dodgers more than $50M.  Is Zach Greinke worth $50M/year?

It bears repeating, but the Dodgers don’t have unlimited funds.  Guggenheim Partners didn’t become a billion dollar company by being profligate or stupid.  They are asset managers; they know how to manage assets.

So, rather than effectively spending $50M for one pitcher, Friedman and Farhan Zaidi decided to allocate those resources in a manner that provided depth – the type they know they would need if they wanted another chance at the Fall Classic.

Well, how’d they do?  Here is a list of the Dodgers’ off-season deals:

  • Brett Anderson (1/$15.8M per a Qualifying Offer)
  • Scott Kazmir (3/$48M; but only $11M for 2016)
  • Kenley Jansen (1/$10.65M)
    Chase Utley (1/$7M)
  • Justin Turner (1/$5.1M)
  • Howie Kendrick (2/$20M; but only $5M for 2016)
  • A.J. Ellis (1/$4.5M)
  • Joe Blanton (1/$4M)
  • Kenta Maeda (8/$25M)
  • Yasmani Grandal (1/$2.8M)
  • Brandon Beachy (1/$1.5M)
  • Luis Avilan (1/$1.39M)
  • Scott Van Slyke (1/$1.225M; arbitration eligible)
  • Chris Hatcher (1/$1.065M; arbitration eligible)
  • Yasiel Sierra (6/$30M; but only $1M for 2016)
  • Louis Coleman (1/$750K)
  • Jamey Wright (Minor League contract)

The Dodgers signed 17 players (including 11 pitchers) for a total of $76.78M of 2016 dollars.  Strangely (smartly?), the total value of all of the contracts the Dodgers gave out for those 11 pitchers is roughly the same as the actual value of Greinke’s deal.  (As an aside, the well-informed might wonder about the defunct Hisashi Iwakuma deal, but it is fair to think that the Dodgers would not have signed Kazmir had they completed that deal; so that is essentially a financial wash.)

For the same $76M, the Dodgers could have re-signed Greinke and the position players listed above, and hoped for the best on the hill.  Or, they could have invested in their depth and their future, and put themselves in a position to win this year, next year, and in 2018 – the last season before the Best Pitcher on Earth can opt out of his contract.

So, contrary to what Dylan Hernandez wrote in the Los Angeles Times about the Dodgers wasting the best years of Kershaw’s career, the Dodgers actually did exactly what Kershaw says they have done: “I can only speak for what’s happened since I’ve been here, and every single year I feel we’ve had the chance to win.”

Had the Dodgers signed Greinke in lieu of all of the players listed above, it would have been the first time they didn’t – at least strategically – give Kershaw a chance to win.

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HOT SEAT

HOT SEAT

The Boston Red Sox 2012 season – what was supposed to be a bounce-back year after the fried chicken and beer calamity that was the 2011 campaign – ended with a thud.  The Bobby Valentine experiment failed (in Spring Training), and so the Red Sox needed their third manager in three years.  In an effort to move up, the team looked up; they went to Canada and hired John Farrell as their new skipper.  In his first year at the helm, the Red Sox went 97-65 and won the World Series.  Not a bad start.

However, in 2014, the Red Sox resumed their position in the cellar, going 71-91, a grave disappointment.  And 2015 didn’t start much better.  By mid-August, the Sox were comfortably ensconced in last place, with a 50-64 record.  And then, on August 14th, Farrell announced that he was suffering from non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma and that he would immediately undergo treatment.  The team named Torey Lovullo as the interim manager for the remainder of the season.

As these things tend to go, the team responded.  Maybe it was the inspiration of their fallen leader; maybe it was just a different voice in their ears; or maybe it was simply aggression to the mean.  But whatever it was, over their last 48 games, the team went 28-20 (a nearly 95-win pace).

However, not wanting their manager to get “Wally Pipped” by a cancer diagnosis, shortly after the season ended, the team announced that Farrell would return for the 2016 season.  And then the following happened:

• The BoSox acquired closer Craig Kimbrel from the Padres.
• And then they made the move of the off-season, signing David Price for 7/$217M.
• And then they finished off their Hot Stove by acquiring Carson Smith and Roenis Elias from the Mariners.
• After that, Red Sox Nation started polishing the duck boats in anticipation of another parade through the Back Bay.

But then Spring Training started.  Pablo Sandoval came in overweight (to put it kindly).  Rick Porcello and Clay Buchholz and Henry Owens and Brian Johnson proceeded to look awful on the hill.  And Carson Smith left a game with the dreaded forearm tightness.  Now suddenly, the outlook ain’t so brilliant, and Farrell finds himself squarely on the hot seat.

If the Red Sox break camp and start slowly – and there are many indications that they will – the front office will need to use their heads, not their hearts.

It is one thing to not fire a manager who is out on medical leave, fighting for his life.  But, by all accounts, Farrell is healthy, and the Red Sox are no longer required to take pity on the man if the team isn’t playing well.

Torey Lovullo remains right there on the bench; the man with the .583 winning percentage (admittedly, a small sample size) is but a seat cushion away.  World Series victory or not, Farrell comes into the season with a career record of 372-390; a Red Sox record of 218-220, with two last place finishes in the last three years (and 4 of 5 managerial seasons finishing in fourth place or worse).  Neither Farrell nor the Red Sox can allow that to become five out of six.

So, keep a watchful eye on Boston in April and May.  Dave Dombrowski and John Henry should have no issue eating the remainder of Farrell’s salary for 2016 and all of 2017 for a chance to win now.  And they should have even less compunction about doing so knowing that the right guy is already there, a few feet away, under contract, undervalued, and ready to take the reins.

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FAMILY TIME

FAMILY TIME

If you are like me, you spend a great deal of time worrying about being a good parent, making sure you spend quality time with each of your kids, and giving/showing/having the appropriate amount of love for each (if you have more than one).  That said, when you have a son who has the same interests as you, it is a hell of a lot easier to grab a ball and glove, or toss around the pigskin, or hit the links, than it is to set up the teacups or pull out the rainbow loom.  But no one ever said being a parent was easy.

Parenting, as you all know, is hard work.  And oftentimes, parenting is a study in absenteeism.  We all struggle with the perfect (best/appropriate/acceptable) work-life balance.  Wouldn’t it be so much easier if you could just bring your kids to work with you?  All your problems would be solved (you think), and you would never feel bad about leaving early or coming home late – you would never miss a minute of time with your kid(s).  In short, all would be right with the world.

As anyone with an internet connection knows, gigabytes have already been written about Adam LaRoche and his decision to walk away from $13M with the White Sox because they asked him to reduce the amount of time his son, Drake, spends with the club.  After LaRoche issued a statement last week, there is now some discrepancy between whether the team asked him to “dial back” or eliminate Drake’s presence at the yard.  Adam clearly believes he had an agreement with the team wherein Drake could be there all the time, and he felt that the team simply reneged when Kenny Williams made this request/demand.  And, judging from the outpouring of support from LaRoche’s teammates, it doesn’t seem as if Drake, who, by all accounts is a great kid, caused any disruption to the team.

But putting all of that aside, and notwithstanding any handshake to the contrary, the White Sox – as the employer – do have the right to set the workplace rules.  And LaRoche – as the employee – has right to take his bat and go home.  Neither side is wrong.

As the closeness of Adam’s relationship with Drake got more and more coverage, I began to wonder about Adam’s relationship with his 12-year old daughter, Montana.  It is not for me (or you) to judge, and Montana may be perfectly happy and content spending time with her mom and away from her dad.  But Adam, by his own words, laments the situation.  Last year (coincidentally, around Father’s Day), Adam told the Chicago Tribune that “it’s unfortunate she can’t come [into the clubhouse]. That’s thousands of hours of time we missed together, and Drake and I get to spend it together.”

This is not to say that Adam doesn’t treat Montana fairly (even if not equally).  I just know the hell I would take from my wife – not to mention my daughters – if I spent six months with my son and not my daughters, and if there were “thousands of hours of time we missed together”.  I know how hard it was on the family when I was on the field coaching my son for 2-3 hours on a Saturday afternoon, or for whole weekends when we had travel-ball tournaments.  But, even in those instances, the girls normally came to the fields, and I was just on the other side of the fence; I saw what they were doing, and could slip them a finsky for the snack bar.  Being on a big league field, hanging out in a Major League clubhouse, doesn’t offer that kind of access for a player and/or his daughter(s).

And then, how do you explain to your daughter that your relationship with your son is worth $13M?  I am sure some mental health professional out there would say that at least part of that $13M would have been handy for therapy down the road.  But I digress.

At the end of the day, how Adam and Jennifer LaRoche raise their children is their choice, and our feelings on the matter stop at the end of our fingers (regardless of how much they may be waived or wagged).  And Adam’s decision to walk away from $13M was well within his rights (and, not to be said too loudly, much to the benefit of the Pale Hose).  And how Montana LaRoche deals with her father – not to mention her brother – is her concern.  All I know is what would and would not fly in my house.

So when I think of my relationships with my kids, and I think about Drake and Montana LaRoche, I couldn’t be happier that I have already planned a father-daughter trip with my girls this summer (to Chicago, natch).

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