Dustin Pedroia a Hall of Famer? A Case Can Be Made

The 2025 Hall of Fame votes are in. Ichiro Suzuki, CC Sabathia, and Billy Wagner will be celebrating in central New York at the end of July. Carlos Beltrán and Andruw Jones are on the cusp, and will be hoping for a better outcome next year.

But there are certain players who deserve better (David Writer), who should have received more votes (Andy Pettitte), who should have remained on the ballot for at least one more year (Ian Kinsler). And then there are players such as Dustin Pedroia, the height-challenged second baseman who played his entire career for the Boston Red Sox, who received 11.9% of the vote this year.

Pedroia was drafted in the second round of the 2004 draft out of college baseball powerhouse Arizona State University. He made his major league debut in 2006, getting 98 plate appearances over 31 games, while preserving his rookie status for 2007. In 2007, Pedroia took the league by storm. He slashed .317/.380/.442, with 39 doubles and more walks than strikeouts, all on the way to becoming Rookie of the Year.

More importantly, he was a vital cog in Boston’s second World Series title in four years. Then, in 2008, Pedroia got even better. He slashed .326/.376/.493, with 213 hits, which included 17 home runs and 54 doubles. He also stole 20 bases while becoming a first-time All-Star, first-time Gold Glover, first-time Silver Slugger, and first (and only) time American League MVP.

In 2009, he led the league in runs with 115, while tallying another 185 hits and 48 doubles, to go along with 20 more steals. Pedroia was an All-Star in 2009 and in 2010. In 2011, he won another Gold Glove and finished ninth in MVP voting. He did not lead the league in any category, nor did he win any awards in 2012, but he did slash .290/.347/.449, with 57 extra base hits.

In 2013, with the Red Sox on their way to yet another world championship, Pedroia played in 160 games (after tearing a UCL in his thumb on April 1st) and led the league in plate appearances. He hit .301 with 53 extra base hits, was named an All-Star for the fourth time, won his third Gold Glove, and finished seventh in MVP voting.

His 2014 and 2015 were off years by comparison, as he only accumulated 3.9 and 2.6 bWAR in those two seasons, but he still had an OPS+ of 101 and 112 OPS, making him above average each season. In 2016, he regained his form, playing in 154 games and adding another 52 extra base hits to his .318/.376/.449 slash line, for a robust 117 OPS+.

On April 21, 2017, Pedroia’s left knee was injured while trying to turn a double play. Despite the fact that team doctors told him that playing with the injury could (and ultimately did) have long-term consequences, the diminutive second baseman gutted out a total of 105 games that season, still hit .293, still had a 101 OPS+, but he managed only 26 extra base hits (seven home runs), with his second-worst career slugging percentage.

Knee surgeries limited him to a total of nine game and 34 plate appearances over the 2018 and 2019 seasons. He recorded his last hit and his last RBI on April 11, 2019 in a 7-6 victory over the Blue Jays in front of the Boston faithful. He would go 0-for-12 over four more games. On April 17th, he came to bat at Yankee Stadium and lined out to right on an 0-2 pitch. That—fittingly, going the other way, refusing to concede a single pitch let alone an at bat—would be his final plate appearance.

Pedroia played in all or part of 14 seasons. His career slash line is .299/.365/.439, with a 113 OPS+. He was a Rookie of the Year and MVP and a four-time All-Star and four-time Gold Glove winner. In 1,512 games, he had 1,805 hits, 394 doubles, and 140 home runs. He had five seasons with at least 185 hits, and six seasons with at least 50 extra base hits. He was the emotional leader of a team that won three World Series. He was the loudest voice in the clubhouse, in the dugout, and on the field. He was beloved by his coaches, his manager, his teammates, and the fans.

But none of that—even when added up and given a high shine—probably makes Pedroia a Hall of Famer.

The average Hall of Fame player has black ink (leading the league in a specific category) 27 times, according to the Bill James Black Ink test. Pedroia had eleven.

According to James’ Hall of Fame Standards, where the average Hall of Fame player scores 50, the Red Sox second baseman merits only 32.

And Jay Jaffe’s robust JAWS system has Pedroia as the 19th best second baseman of all-time, well behind non-Hall players Lou Whitaker and Willie Randolph. Further, when compared to players of his ilk, here is how it shakes out:

  • Career bWAR: 51.9 (average Hall of Fame second baseman: 69.5)
  • 7-Year Peak bWAR: 41.0 (average Hall of Fame second baseman: 44.4)
  • JAWS: 46.5 (average Hall of Fame second baseman: 57.0)

Pedroia was on his way to a Hall of Fame career. But for the Machado slide in 2017 (a slide, it must be noted, that Pedroia felt was clean and for which he holds no grudges), he might have played out his contract through 2021 (through his age-37 season), accumulated another 750 hits (150 hits/season is not an unreasonable guess), plus another 60 home runs (twelve per season was well within range), finished up with a .300 batting average (not just .299), and collected more than 2500 lifetime hits.

Those additional five seasons, at let’s say 3.0 bWAR per year, gets him in the neighborhood of Roberto Alomar and Ryne Sandberg, and probably gets him a speaking slot one weekend in late July and a lifetime of cold beverages on the porch at the Otesaga Hotel in Cooperstown, New York.

It should be noted that Chase Utley received 157 votes for the Hall of Fame this year, which is 39.8%. He is definitely trending in the right direction. He compares to Pedroia favorably, too:

 UtleyPedroia
Hits1,8851,805
OPS+117113
HOF Monitor*9494
5.0 bWAR Seasons66

*Per Bill James Hall of Fame Monitor, 100 is a likely Hall of Famer.

Of course, a career is made up of more than the above stats. The good news is that by appearing on nearly 12% of the ballots this year, we can continue to analyze Pedroia’s Hall of Fame worthiness.

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Should David Cone Be in the Hall of Fame?

Rob Friedman, the Pitching Ninja, recently did an interview with, and a deep dive into, David Cone, the variety of his nasty pitches, and the highs and lows of his long career.

For the uninitiated, over a 17-year career, Cone won 194 games (against 126 losses), finished with a 3.46 ERA, struck out 2,668 batters, and compiled 62.3 bWAR. He was a five-time All-Star, won twenty games on two separate occasions, led major league baseball in strikeouts twice, and won the 1994 Cy Young. From 1988 to 1999, only Roger Clemens and Greg Maddux had a higher bWAR than Cone, and only Randy Johnson and Clemens had more strikeouts. And oh, by the way, Cone through a perfect game in New York in 1999, won five World Series, with a 2.12 ERA in six appearances Fall Classic appearances. And yet, even with that résumé, Cone received only 3.9% of the Hall of Fame vote in 2009, making it his first and only year on the ballot (a player must receive 5% of the vote to be eligible the following year).

Granted, 2009 had some heady players eligible for induction. Namely, the recently-deceased Rickey Henderson, who cruised in with 94.8% of the vote; and Jim Rice, who squeezed in with 76.4%. Andre Dawson, Bert Blyleven, Lee Smith, Jack Morris, Tim Raines, Alan Trammell, Dave Parker (this year), and Harold Baines all fell short of the 75% threshold in 2009, but all eventually made it in. Cone’s 3.9% was behind Mark Grace’s 4.1% and Baines’ 5.9%. Grace and Baines both had fine careers, but none were as impactful or as laudable as Cone’s. To wit, Grace finished his career with 46.4 bWAR, Baines with 38.8.

For New York Yankees fans, Cone’s career looks eerily similar to Whitey Ford’s, as each were part of dynasties (Ford won six World Series in New York vs. Cone’s four). Cone bests Ford in bWAR: 62.3 vs. 57; Cone had two 7-bWAR seasons while Ford never achieved more than 6.7 (once, in 1964). Cone’s five-year peak bWAR was 33.3, while Ford’s was 25.6. Despite that, Ford was elected to the Hall of Fame on his second try – in 1974 – while Cone was knocked off the ballot on his first.

According to Baseball Reference, Cone had 19 instances of leading the league in a pitching category, while the average HOFer has 40. According to Bill James’ Hall of Fame Monitor, where a score of 100 means a “good possibility” of being elected and 130 is a “virtual cinch,” Cone scores 103.

James also has a Hall of Fame Standard, where the average HOFer scores 50. Cone comes in with 39 (Ford was at 56).

Jay Jaffe’s JAWS scoring system, which is to many the current gold standard in these assessments, ranks Cone as follows:

 Avg. HOF PitcherDavid Cone
Career bWAR73.062.3
7-Year Peak bWAR49.943.4
JAWS61.552.8
bWAR/1624.54.9

By those objective measures, Cone isn’t up to snuff. But, he most certainly should have gotten more than one look at it. If Cone were on the ballot this year, he would most likely be compared to Andy Pettitte, whose numbers are 128 on James’ Hall of Fame Monitor; 60.2 career bWAR; 34.1 7-year peak; 47.2 JAWS. Pettitte did win 256 games (vs. Cone’s 194), but his ERA is nearly half a run higher; he never won a Cy Young; and only led the league in any category seven times (again, Cone did this 19 times). And yet, Pettitte is currently on the ballot for the seventh time. With 13.5% last year, it is unlikely he will find enough votes to get to 75%. But the point is that he is still in the game. And David Cone deserved (and still deserves) that same consideration.

Frank Tanana Deserved At Least 1 Hall of Fame Vote!

I previously wrote about a former fire-baller who, midway through his career, became considerably more crafty, and pitched for nearly two decades, winning more than 200 games. My conclusion was that while David Cone may not have had a Hall of Fame resumé, he deserved at more than one year on the ballot.

This week we will look at another former fire-baller who, midway through his career, became considerably more crafty, and pitched for more than two decades, winning more than 200 games. My conclusion, as you will see below, is that Frank Tanana deserved at least one vote on the Hall of Fame ballot.

The then-California Angels made Frank Tanana the thirteenth pick in the 1971 draft. And two years later, at the tender age of 19, he made his major league debut. He threw four innings and gave up four earned runs in his first appearance, taking the loss against the Kansas City Royals. He faced the Royals again five days later, and didn’t relinquish the hill or the ball, going nine innings, giving up one earned run, en route to his first big league complete game and victory. Tanana would finish the season with a 2-2 record and a 3.08 ERA.

Tanana spent eight years in Anaheim, was traded to Boston for a year, then to Texas for three-plus seasons, before being sent to his hometown team, the Detroit Tigers. Tanana finished his career in New York – spending parts of the 1993 season in Queens and then the Bronx. When the final tally was done, he won 240 games against 236 losses, with a 3.66 ERA, 3.79 FIP, and a 106 ERA+. At first glance, with those stats, he was a just-above-average pitcher who played long enough to accumulate more counting stats.

But the truth is harder to parse. When Tanana first came on the scene, he was part of a one-two punch with Nolan Ryan that rivaled Warren Spahn and Johnny Sain (there was a common saying during the time: “Tanana and Ryan, and two days of cryin’”) and other local heroes, Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale. In 1975, Tanana led the American League in strikeouts with 269 (Ryan had only 186), including 17 in one game against the Rangers, and came in fourth in Cy Young voting. He was an All-Star the next three seasons, leading the league in WHIP in 1976, and ERA and bWAR in 1977. But injuries started to take their toll, and by the end of his tenure with the Angels, he had gone from a fastball pitcher to one who relied on off-speed pitches and deception to get batters out. And yet, from 1981 through the end of his career in 1993, he still averaged 31 starts and 198 innings per season (which would make him a workhorse today). Despite a 138-158 record during that time, he pitched to a 100 ERA+ – perfectly average.

And although it was a different time, it is notable that Tanana completed more than twenty percent of his career starts: 143 of 638.

Unfortunately for the lefty, he only made two post-season appearances, both in the American League Championship Series. In the first, in 1979 for the Angels against the Orioles, he went five innings, surrendering two earned runs, taking a no-decision in his team’s loss. The second, eight years later while pitching for the Tigers against the Twins, he went 5-1/3, giving up three earned runs, and took the loss.

When sizing up Tanana’s Hall of Fame bona fides, he doesn’t really stack up. The average Hall of Fame pitcher has 40 instances of black ink (leading the league in a category) on his Baseball Reference page. Tanana has nine.

Bill James’ Hall of Fame Monitor, which has a score of 100 as a likely Hall of Famer, nets the lefty out at 55.

And according to Jay Jaffe’s JAWS measurement, Tanana comes up short in every category:

  • Career bWAR: 57.1 (Avg HOF Pitcher: 73.0)
  • 7-Year Peak bWAR: 38.1 (Avg HOF Pitcher: 49.9)
  • JAWS: 47.6 (Avg HOF Pitcher: 61.5)
  • WAR/162: 3.1 (Avg HOF Pitcher: 4.5)

Tanana appeared on the 1999 Hall of Fame ballot along with his former teammate Nolan Ryan, and other future Hall of Famers George Brett, Robin Yount, Carlton Fisk, Tony Pérez, Gary Carter, Jim Rice, Bruce Sutter, Jim Kaat, Dave Parker (this year), Bert Blyleven, and Minnie Miñoso. Even with Steve Garvey, Dale Murphy, Tommy John, Dave Concepción, Luis Tiant, and Dwight Evans on the same ballot, some writer – from the Orange County Register or the Detroit Free Press – from some publication, could have found some room on their ballot for one measly vote for a pitcher who, at the time, was eleventh all-time in left-handed pitcher wins. Alas, it was not meant to be, and Tanana joins the ranks of very good players who only got one shot at Hall of Fame induction.

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Hometown Heroes

*This article first appeared in the IBWAA Here’s the Pitch Newsletter.

In the lead-up to the 2024 World Series, much was made about the sign Gerrit Cole made and brought with him to the 2001 fall classic. Although he was born and raised in Southern California (but considerably closer to Angel Stadium than Dodger Stadium), and he went to college at UCLA, Cole is a lifelong Yankee fan.

In fact, Cole brought the sign with him when he signed his $324 million contract with the Yankees in 2019. This past October, Cole got the chance to play for his beloved team on the largest stage. This is truly what dreams are made of.

The same is true for Yankees shortstop Anthony Volpe. The second-year player grew up on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, his family had a share of Yankees season tickets, and he attended the last World Series New York won—in 2009. With his team on the brink of elimination in Game Four of this year’s edition, Volpe hit a game-changing grand slam home run to give the Yankees a 5-2 lead, one that they would not relinquish in their only victory against the Dodgers.

The homer might have changed the whole complexion of the Series had the Yankees not booted away the fifth inning of Game Five, allowing the Dodgers to come back from a 5-0 deficit, and ultimately win the game and the title.

Marcus Stroman grew up on Long Island and was on the Yankees roster for the World Series. Unfortunately, he did not make any appearances. He was, however, afforded a front-row seat to cheer on—and to be ready if needed—his hometown team. Stroman played for the other New York team (which is about seven miles closer to his hometown) in 2019 and 2021 (he opted out of the 2020 Covid year), but neither of those Mets teams made the playoffs.

For the Dodgers, the story is slightly more complicated. World Series hero and MVP Freddie Freeman grew up in Southern California, but, like Cole, much closer to Angel Stadium. In fact, he was an Angels fan and attended the 2002 World Series match-up against Barry Bonds and the Giants. But, when Freeman signed with the Dodgers in 2022, he felt as if he was “coming home,” getting to be closer to the father who raised him after his mother passed away when Freddie was ten years old. There is no doubt that Freeman is a Dodger legend (and fan) now.

Austin Barnes was born in Orange County, California, which makes him like Cole and Freeman, and he grew up in Riverside, which is roughly 55 miles east of Los Angeles. He played three innings in Game 5 of the NLCS against the Mets, but never came to bat. That said, he was on the World Series roster and got to celebrate the Dodgers victory. We should note that Barnes played in five of the Dodgers’ six games in the 2020 World Series against the Rays. Unfortunately, all of those games were played in Texas, so there wasn’t any sort of hometown crowd to cheer him on.

Joe Kelly, who was not on the Dodgers’ World Series roster, also hails from Orange County. But his performance on the field, and his pouty face against the Astros in the 2020 season, has made him a low key Dodger legend. Like Barnes, after nearly starting a mid-season brawl in Houston, he played for the Dodgers in the 2020 World Series in Dallas.

The true hometown hero is pitcher Jack Flaherty. Acquired by Los Angeles at the trade deadline, Flaherty was given the opportunity to pitch on the same mound from which he threw a 1-0 shutout to give the Harvard-Westlake School the Southern Division CIF State Championship in 2013.

After Game One of the National League Championship Series, I had the opportunity to ask Flaherty how it felt to pitch in front of his Little League buddies at the stadium he frequented as a kid. He said it was great to know they were there and to have their support. Flaherty then had the good fortune to pitch Game One of the World Series in front of those same fans. He threw 5-1/3 innings, scattering five hits, surrendering only two runs, while striking out six. After a rough start to Game Five (four ERs over 1-1/3 innings), Flaherty cheered on and celebrated with the Dodgers as they won their second World Series in five years.

Every day across this great land a kid goes into their backyard and envisions hitting the game-winning home run or striking out the final batter. This year, Gerrit Cole, Freddie Freeman, Anthony Volpe, and Jack Flaherty got to move those stories from their backyards to the most hallowed ballfields in the game. Maybe next season Kyle Hendricks will pitch his hometown team, the Angels, to the World Series.

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Kiké Hernández Shines When the Lights Are the Brightest

In 2012, I took my son’s travel ball team to a Lancaster Jethawks game. I had arranged for each kid to run out on the field with his positional counterpart in the top of the first inning.

As the kids gathered, the second baseman circled the boys up and told them to sprint to the outfield immediately after the national anthem and high-five the center fielder. The publicity person told the kids not to do it, but at the behest of this fun-loving Jethawk, they did so anyway.

Two years later, that second baseman would make his major league debut with the Houston Astros; and , then he was quickly traded to the Miami Marlins. The next season, after a trade to the Los Angeles Dodgers, he made his postseason debut, going 4-for-13 in the National League Division Series, which the New York Mets won three games to two. That .308 batting average in four games was a sign of things to come for this versatile young ballplayer. Kiké Hernández has made a name for himself in MLB by being a carefree guy who is not afraid to don a banana suit to lighten the mood. More than that, he has made a name for himself by coming through on the biggest stages when the lights are the brightest.

In 1,183 regular-season games so far during an eleven-year career, Hernández has slashed .238/.308/.405, hitting one home run every 32.5 plate appearances. But in the postseason, those numbers go up to .278/.353/.533, with one home run every 17.3 plate appearances. And this is no small sample size—he has done it over 86 games.

When Hernández has been asked the difference between the regular season and the post-season, he has replied that he has the ability to slow his heartbeat. But it has to be more than that. Average players don’t just change into superstars when the calendar flips to October because of their heartbeat.

Here is a brief chart of active player postseason home run totals:

PlayerHome RunsPlate Appearances
Jose Altuve27484
Kyle Schwarber21278
Alex Bregman19434
Corey Seager19346
George Springer19309
Giancarlo Stanton18172
Carlos Correa18358
Bryce Harper17232
Aaron Judge16262
Kiké Hernández15259

The only name on this list that is remotely similar to Hernández is Alex Bregman, who (a) played in a hitter’s park with a very short porch (the Crawford Boxes in Houston), and (b) has nearly twice as many post-season plate appearances as Kiké. You don’t sit one home run behind Aaron Judge, and two home runs behind Bryce Harper, just by controlling your breathing. 

But Hernández wasn’t and hasn’t always been Señor October. After that .308 in the 2015 NLDS, he went hitless in eight at bats in the 2016 National League Championship Series, which the Dodgers lost to the Chicago Cubs.

But in Game 5 of the following year’s NLCS, against the same opponent, Hernández had his coming out party. He crushed three home runs into the Chicago night and raised millions of dollars for hurricane relief for his native Puerto Rico in the process. Over the five-game series, he slashed .444/.546/.1444 with seven RBI. The legend of October Kiké was born.

Unfortunately, after that breakout, Hernández went 8-for-54, with just two home runs and four RBI over his next 21 post-season games in four additional playoff series, slashing .148/.258/.259 in the process. Maybe the hype was just that. But in the Covid year of 2020, after going 0-for-5 in the Division Series, Hernández began a resurgence that has not slowed down.

He slashed .308/.357/.769 for the Dodgers in the 2020 NLCS. Then, after a soft 2-10 in the World Series, he left the Dodgers for the Boston Red Sox. The following year he led the BoSox to Game 6 of the ALCS, going 20-for-49, slashing .408/.423/.837, with five home runs and nine RBI for the entire post-season.

This year Hernández was back with the Dodgers and doing what he does best. Over three series he hit .294 while playing great defense at three prime positions: center field, second base, and third base. And the lights and pressure of New York didn’t cow him one bit: he hit .286 over the NLCS and the World Series while smashing yet another post-season home run.

As of this writing, Hernández is a free agent. But after two highly successful runs with the Dodgers, after winning two World Series titles in Los Angeles, after being the Swiss Army knife willing to play any position—including pitcher—and play them all well above-average, there is a very high likelihood that Kiké is back in Dodger blue next season, and at a salary considerably higher than the $4 million he earned last year.

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Fans Need To Do Their Job

In the bottom of the first inning of Game 2 of the NLDS, Mookie Betts hit a ball 354 feet down the left field line. Jurickson Profar, a converted shortstop, went back to the wall, leaped into the stands extending his gloved left hand as far as he possibly could, and then retreated back onto the field of play, bouncing on both feet like a kid on Christmas morning. Betts was somewhere between second and third base when Profar finally divulged that he had caught the ball. His antics fooled Betts, the fans, and the television broadcast, which had displayed a home run graphic while Mookie circled the bases.

In the aftermath of Profar’s play, the Dodger fans were none-too-pleased, which led to jawing, and then ball-throwing, and then a nine-minute delay before the seventh inning while security encircled the outfield, led fans to jail, and cleaned up the beers dropped onto the warning track.

For starters, fan should NEVER act that way. Buying a ticket does not give you a license to say rude or offensive things to players (I understand some people may have a different view of this). Buying a ticket does not legally allow you to throw things – balls or beers – onto the field. In short, just because you buy a ticket doesn’t mean you automatically get to be a jerk.

But, buying a ticket, does give the fan a certain type of license.

MLB Rule 6.01(e), discusses “Spectator Interference” as follows: “When there is spectator interference with any thrown or batted ball, the ball shall be dead at the moment of interference and the umpire shall impose such penalties as in his opinion will nullify the act of interference.”

The penultimate two sentences of the official comment to the rule states: “No interference shall be allowed when a fielder reaches over a fence, railing, rope or into a stand to catch a ball. He does so at his own risk.”

As such, fans do have the right to catch a ball that comes into the stands. Fans are given license to mess with the player diving over the wall. Fans have as much right to the ball as the player, and if that means hitting an arm or knocking a glove off a hand, so be it.

Accordingly, while I blame the Dodger fans for their putrid behavior before the seventh inning, I also blame the fans for allowing Profar to make that catch. There is simply no world in which a visiting player, during a playoff game, in a packed stadium, should ever be able to make that play. In 1989, Bill Welch and Jeff Moses published “The Tenth Man: How Major League Baseball Teams Can Gain a 2 to 3 Run Advantage Every Game.” The Seattle Seahawks have made an industry out of the 12th man, as their fans have an adverse effect on visiting players. There is a real benefit to playing at home, but only if the fans do their job.

When you watch the video of Profar’s catch, you can clearly see multiple fans who had a clear shot to either catch the ball or interfere with Profar’s ability to do so. They all failed at their job. The poor security guard can be seen cowering, and he may have impeded some fans getting in Profar’s way, but there were plenty of others available.

Fernando Tatís had hit a home run in the top of the first inning of this pivotal game, and Betts was about to even the score. And, maybe more importantly, Betts was about to end his 0-for-18 post-season hitting woes. As it turned out, it took another full game – pushing the streak to 0-for-22 – before Betts got a hit, which was an actual homer over the outstretched arm of Profar (again). Who’s to say what the rest of Game 2, an eventual 10-2 Padres blowout, would have looked like had the score been 1-1 after 1, with Mookie feeling confident at the plate.

The Dodger fans cannot be blamed for the six home runs that Dodger pitchers surrendered in that game. But they can be blamed for the one home run that they allowed a Padres pitcher to not surrender. Fans can hoot and holler; they can sing and dance and call out their team’s name during “Take Me Out To The Ballgame.” Fans can wave rally towels and stand when their pitcher gets two strikes on an opposing batter. And they can – and should – do anything and everything possible to make sure that the opposing team does not reach into the bleachers and pull back an actual, verifiable, genuine home run ball. If they fail to do that when given that opportunity, then they have failed their team, they have failed to do their job. There is no question that the Dodger fans failed their team in the first inning of Game 2 of the NLDS.

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Bring Socialism to the Ballpark

Color me a socialist. Not in the political sense, but in the idea that people who come to sporting events should, by and large, be treated equally and fairly.

It truly bothers me when – at the ballpark – the rich only get richer. I certainly understand that the more you pay for your ticket, the better your seat, and thus the better your view. 

Where my hide starts to get chapped is when the more you pay for your ticket, the better concessions that are available to you. For this thought exercise, I am putting aside the various and sundry stadium clubs that have premier seating and premier services, and thus premier food and beverage. I am talking about sitting in what used to be referred to as “box” seats as opposed to reserved, loge, or the bleachers. It should not be that hard to make sure that the same food is available to all fans, regardless of the price they paid for admission.

Where this bee really gets into my bonnet is with balls thrown into the stands by the players. Sure, you pay more for a ticket, you are closer to the action, and you are more likely to catch a foul ball. That is just how it works.

And that is pretty democratic – no one controls how many or how far foul balls will be hit, and thus many times per game a ball reaches the upper deck where a fan with a lower-cost ticket has a chance of in-game glory and long-term bragging rights; not to mention an incredible souvenir. 

But over the past five to 10 years, we have seen a proliferation of players throwing balls into the stands after the mid-inning toss-around and after the third out is recorded. And nearly every one of these balls ends up in the seats closest to the action, where the rich fans get richer.

I have given this a ton of thought, and was heartened when Steve Ballmer, the exuberant owner of the Los Angeles Clippers, announced that at the team’s new arena there will be T-shirt cannons that reach the upper decks. The T-shirt cannon is the basketball corollary to the between-innings ball toss into the stands. These predominantly go to fans in the most expensive seats. Well, not at the Intuit Dome, and, if I had my way, not at your local ballpark, either. 

A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be invited to sit in the Dodgers’ Dugout Club. This is the premier seating I referenced above. I was sitting close enough to hear the players chat on their way to and from the field. After the last out of the top of the third inning, the Dodgers tossed the ball around the infield and it ended up in the glove of second baseman Gavin Lux. True to form, Lux tossed the ball into the stands. But, he didn’t just lob it into the luxury seats. He gave it a heave and sent it up to the loge level, where eager fans were shocked and excited to be getting the ball. I remarked to the people I was sitting with that the kid from Wisconsin gets it. With his Midwestern values, Lux understands the importance of hard work and the need for everyone to have a chance to be rewarded. I wish more players did this. 

However, I am not naïve enough to believe that players will suddenly start chucking balls to the farthest reaches of the stands. That is why I previously recommended to the Dodgers’ chief marketing officer that at least a few times each game, a player should toss the ball to an usher (rather than the fans in general) and that usher should deliver the ball to a fan in another section. I cannot state with any authority that the ball would mean more to the kid in the upper deck than the kid in the lower bowl, but I can state that it would somewhat level the non-playing field for fans. Just because your parents cannot afford four tickets at $150 each doesn’t mean you automatically lose the chance to go home happy with a game-used souvenir.  

It is the small things that teams can do to grow the game. Give that kid in the far reaches a ball, and she is a fan for life. Her family tells that story to their friends and neighbors, and they are more likely to shell out for tickets, parking, hot dogs, peanuts, and beer. Attendance would increase. Equally as important, fan engagement would increase. Fan excitement would increase. And, if those things continue to occur, team values would increase, which, let’s face it, is what owners truly care about. 

One more minor suggestion: A premier seat owner knows they will not be using their tickets on Tuesday night. They call the team and inform them that the seats will be empty. In return for opening up the seats, the seat owner is given a credit to be used for future tickets or concessions. The team then sends an usher to the upper deck and presents a family with a special surprise: You all get to sit in the unoccupied premier seats for the duration of the game, and you get all of the goodies that go along with that. Heck, the team can even mention the name of the premier seat owner who bequeathed the seats to this unsuspecting family. 

With electronic ticketing and so much information known about attendees, this is low-hanging fruit. It would not take very much to make this happen every night. The marketing boon derived from changing a family’s game-viewing is nearly unquantifiable. Some team – maybe the Yankees, who always seem to have tons of seats open in their most expensive section – needs to institute this plan. And soon. Attendance may be up in MLB this year, but if the sport we love is going to continue to be relevant for future generations, we need to use every tool available to create fans for life. 

Crash Davis says that strikeouts are fascist. I think seats and souvenirs need to be socialist. In today’s game, we cannot do much about the former; but teams certainly can fulfill the dream of the latter.

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Broadcast Blues (2024 Version)

I have a buddy from high school (and college) whose son is a budding baseball broadcaster. He went to school at Mizzou and learned the ropes. He has spent summers calling collegiate league games and has honed his craft with the hope of making a career of it. I have listened to many of his calls. He’s great. Green, inexperienced, maybe a little too excitable, but great nonetheless. 

When my son was younger, I coached his travel ball team. One of his teammates went on to play in college, but has since hung up his spikes and grabbed a mic. He, too, is hoping to make it as a broadcaster. I recently watched an interview he did with former big league pitcher Jake Peavy, and he more than held his own. With more reps and given the right opportunity, I see success in his future.

I relate these two stories because these are just two of the hundreds, if not thousands, of prospective baseball broadcasters climbing into dilapidated press boxes all over our great country, calling our great game, to anyone within earshot or with a radio/internet connection. The Newhouse School at Syracuse has a program for this. So does the Cronkite School at Arizona State University, just to name two. We are developing broadcasters at a faster clip than we can use them. But use them we must.

Unfortunately, the old boy’s network keeps serving us, the baseball viewer/listener, crap. Tune into a game on any day on any network, and you are certain to hear dead air, trite analysis, inane observations, homerism, and just plain boring game-calling. I have written about this again and again.

To be sure, there are still great booths out there. The Mets’ triumvirate of Gary Cohen, Ron Darling, and Keith Hernandez is terrific. Jon Miller, Duane Kuiper, and Mike Krukow calling games in San Francisco is an embarrassment of riches. Jason Benetti got out of the south side of Chicago just in time, and is now making fans in the Motor City excited to tune in even when Tarik Skubal isn’t pitching.

But, just as often, you find yourself disappointed. A few Saturday afternoons ago, I was watching FOX’s Game of the Week. Mind you, this was a nationally televised game. This, in fact, was the only game on FOX that weekend. It was a matchup of heated rivals who, at the time, were close in the standings, and thus the game had real meaning.

For purposes of this article, I will not divulge the teams or the broadcasters to protect the (not so) innocent. At first, I thought I was being overly critical of the announcers. Sure, their banter caused them to miss a pitch or two, but at least they were trying to make it interesting. Okay, maybe it is not that important to tell us when a runner is going – especially when the result was a foul ball.

But after less than an inning and about ten annoying happenstances like those listed above, I began a running tally. It was astonishing. And, once you start hearing them, you can no longer not hear them. Now I was stuck.

After a while, the list grew too long and my fingers got too tired. The pace of their errors, misstatements, missed calls, and genuine failure to care about the quality of their broadcast exceeded my ability to document them. But, just to provide a glimpse into my perturbation, here are a few examples:

Since the beginning of last season, there has been a pitch clock. Everyone reading this knows that. But not everyone watching FOX on a Saturday afternoon does. And even those who do don’t necessarily understand the intricacies or the strategies around avoiding violations. And if you watched the game that day, you still wouldn’t. A pitcher stepped off the rubber with less than a second to go. No mention of the impending clock or the reason for the step off. Just another break in the action to continue their banter.

Another rule implemented last season was the limit on the number of disengagements allowed per at-bat. In this game, with a speedy runner on first, the pitcher had two disengagements (in this case, two tosses to first). Most seasoned fans were then saying to themselves, “the runner now has the upper hand because any throw over must result in an out, or it’s a balk.” But not everyone tuning in to the Game of the Week is a seasoned fan. And now that the cat and mouse game had higher stakes, it was incumbent on the announcers to make us aware and explain the situation. Did they do that? No and yes. No, they did not … at first. The moment passed and the runner ultimately made his way to second base on a groundout. Two or three pitches later, they brought up the potential for a stolen base after the pitcher threw over twice. But that was too little, too late.

At one point, the broadcasters were so busy chatting amongst themselves, they literally did not reference any of the first seven pitches of an at-bat. With each pitch my anticipation grew higher – would this be the one? After three balls, two called strikes, and two foul balls, the lead announcers finally told the viewers it was a full count. Nothing more.

Keeping with a theme, after the pitcher had walked two batters and was struggling with his command, on a very close 3-2 pitch, the batter took ball four. There was no mention of either a good or bad call or a good eye. They simply said, quite matter-of-factly, “that is his third walk of the inning.” 

My favorite moment may have come a little earlier in the game. There was a duck snort behind second base. Three fielders converged, and it fell for the third hit of the inning, plating a runner. As the ball was descending, the color guy said it was the center fielder’s ball. And then he misstated who was playing center field. After the ball fell and the run scored and the pitcher expressed his frustration, the color guy continued to misstate the name of the player who should have caught the ball. Now, mind you, this was in the third inning; there had been no defensive replacements; the same guys who took the field after the anthem were still out there. But, for whatever reason, he just kept at it with the wrong name. Inexcusable. 

I could go on and on (and on). Suffice it to say that if this broadcast was a final exam at the Newhouse School, these guys would have received Ds. They probably would not have failed, as they did get the score and the innings correct. But the bar has to be higher than that. We, as fans, deserve better than that. And better is available. 

There are great announcers pouring out of college and shouting out of press boxes from coast to coast. Minor Leagues, summer leagues, collegiate leagues, bush leagues, and beyond, have men and women dying for the chance to tell us how that 1-1 pitch in the ninth inning of a one-run game was pivotal to the at-bat. How the umpire calling it a ball changed the rubric and the leverage towards the batter. But, on this Saturday, all we got was, “ball two,” with no context, no analysis, no excitement. Nothing to make the game more interesting to the viewers who don’t eat this game for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

It was recently announced that Nic Cage is going to play John Madden in a movie about the broadcaster. Madden “cracked” and “boomed” his way into the public conscience and made football more exciting and more interesting to the average viewer. We have a steady supply of young broadcasters who are capable of doing the same for baseball. And yet, we are repeatedly stuck with guys who – because of their names and/or their longevity – have neither the want nor the ability to do so.

That needs to change.

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Dave Roberts’ Savvy Strategy Pays Off

If you are a regular listener to the Effectively Wild podcast, or if you are a fan of college baseball, you know there is one strategy that is available to major league managers, but that is rarely utilized.

There are multiple (potential) reasons this strategy is avoided: To avoid embarrassment; to give pitchers “clean” batters”; because it might be viewed as “bush”; or, more likely, because no one else does it.

So what is this unsung tactic, this trick of the trade that is shunned in the big leagues? That would be the mid-batter pitching change. Ask yourself the last time you saw one (absent an injury).

And yet, Dave Roberts, the manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers, used it to brilliant effect a few weeks ago in a game against the rival Diamondbacks. Here is the scenario:

Top of the 7th inning, and the Dodgers already trail 8-4. If the club has any chance of coming back in their final three at bats, they need to keep the D’Backs at bay.

Unfortunately, Yohan Ramírez walked Eugenio Suárez to start the inning. He then allowed a single to Gabriel Moreno. After a pop-out, left-handed hitting Corbin Carroll came to the plate. Ramírez got ahead of Carroll 1-2, and then threw a sweeper to the backstop, pushing the count to 2-2 and sending the runners to second and third, still with only one out. Carroll had seen six pitches and fouled off three of them. Dave Roberts had seen enough.

With a 2-2 count and rights against a lefty, Roberts could have chosen to walk Carroll to load the bases, and kept his right-handed pitcher in to face the right-handed Ketel Marte who was waiting in the on deck circle. Rather than do that, Roberts surveyed the chess board and elected to bring in left-handed Anthony Banda.

The gambit worked. After seeing so many pitches from the righty, Banda struck out Carroll with his first pitch – an 85 MPH slider in the dirt. Banda then intentionally walked the right-handed Marte to load the bases for the left-hand hitting Joc Pederson. But the Diamondbacks have a savvy manager of their own, so Torey Lovullo countered by pinch-hitting with the right-handed Randal Grichuk. Because Banda had only faced two batters, he was required to remain in the game. Banda induced Grichuk to ground out to third to end the inning, leaving the bases loaded and the score at 8-4.

Now, in the end, all of these machinations were for naught, as Arizona tacked on four additional runs in the eighth and ninth innings, and won the game 12-4. But the final score is of little significance to the in-game brilliance and moxie of Dave Roberts. Oft-criticized for his game management, Roberts had a perfect handle on the rhythm of the game and the strengths of his personnel. He understood the situation and the significance of the timing, and didn’t hesitate to try something unorthodox to help his team win.

After the game, Lovullo was asked about the move. He acknowledged that he had never seen it before, but said he might consider using it in the future. College coaches have been doing it for ages. Ben Lindbergh of Effectively Wild has been clamoring for it for years. And Dave Roberts finally introduced it at the highest level. Whether others will join in is anyone’s guess. But, now that the Dodgers have broken the seal, there is a non-zero chance that this is not the last time you see a pitcher walking off the mound while a batter remains standing in the batter’s box.

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Web Gems & Premier Plays Induce Strong Feelings

In the interest of full candor, I have an addiction. I am addicted to great defensive plays. Sure, most of us are. We baseball fans delight in watching highlights of a home run robbery or a player diving into the stands to make a great catch. But my compulsion runs deeper.

For instance, I can tell you – within a minute or two – when Baseball Tonight’s Web Gems, the ESPN Top 10, and MLB Network’s Capital One Premier Plays, will appear on my screen. And I plan my viewing of other programs around this schedule. Every day I receive MLB’s Morning Lineup newsletter. I skim the stories and then click on the link for Top Plays. I do this EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. In fact, when I once realized that I had missed some, I went back and watched Top Plays from weeks before.

I believe this inclination follows on from my own baseball career, as I was always better with the glove than the bat. Watching a batter hit a ball a country mile is very cool; but watching a defender cover a ridiculous amount of ground, leave his feet, jump up, and throw a laser across the diamond, is just something special.

However, because I watch replays of anywhere from 10 to 30 great plays every day from April through October, I often feel sympathy for some of the hitters who are denied the fruit of their labor because their counterpart has done something mind-boggling. To that end, I mentally put these gems into six different categories:

1.            Robbery of an Underserved Hit (Outfield Edition): There are a surprising number of these. A batter hits a flair behind the infield, and the right fielder comes racing in to make a sliding catch. Or a shortstop ranges well behind third, up the line, to take a duck snort hit away from a batter who got jammed on a cutter. I love this version, as the batter has no valid justification to hang his head. He shouldn’t have been rewarded for this particular swing of the bat, so the fielder making a Web Gem makes this a simple transaction in my mind.

2.           Robbery of an Undeserved Hit (Infield Edition): Like it’s outfield cousin, this one involves a swinging bunt or a slow roller. Here the batter deserves slightly more credit, as he at least busts down the line to beat it out. Whatever the negative feelings are for his soft hit are made up for by his hustle for an infield single. But time and again we see Matt Chapman (or his ilk) attack the ball, barehand it, and throw on the run to beat the batter by a step. I also love when a shortstop charges behind the mound and throws on the run. But my favorite version of this is the ‘tweener between first and second, because now you have three players in action, with either the first baseman or the second baseman fielding off-balance, and then throwing to a moving target – the pitcher – covering, catching, and stepping on the bag while a runner bears down on him from behind. The beauty of these plays, when combined with weak exit velocity, allows me to feel like the ledger is even.

3.          Great Catch In Foul Territory: This one stings just a little more. The batter fought off a tough pitch, and in some ballparks he would be rewarded with another swing or two. But, the third baseman somehow heads straight back and makes an over-the-shoulder catch on top of or behind the tarp, robbing the player of his at bat. Or a second baseman ranges deep behind first and makes a sliding catch in foul territory. These plays have gotten even more interesting in the past few years with the advent of netting down the baselines. Now we have outfielders acting like Spiderman, diving into the net to make the catch. Again, my heart goes out to the batter, but these plays sure are great to watch.

4.         Robbery of a Sure Hit: We all love this one. A batter smacks a ball into deep left center; it has double written all over it. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the center fielder appears on our screen, leaps with an outstretched glove, and makes an impossible catch possible, as he rolls over and shows the world that he has the ball. Or a batter smacks a surefire single up the middle, only to have the short stop range too far to his left, dive, leap up, and make the throw to record the out. There is the scorched line drive that the third baseman dives for and takes out of the air with his glove actually behind him. Or maybe the worst version (from the hitter’s perspective): the stab of a line drive to first base that is turned into an unassisted double play. Two outs on one swing with a 100+ exit velocity may seem like the worst, but then there is…

5.           Home Run Robbery: This is the coup de grâce. A pitcher throws a ball 90+ MPH, the batter, in his 0.45 seconds to react, engages his swing and squares the ball up (he may or may not “barrel” it), and hits it 350+ feet. From the moment it leaves the bat, the hitter feels confident that he may have gotten – if not all – enough of it to take a slow trot around the bases. Meanwhile, the outfielder is ranging back, his feet hitting the soft dirt of the warning track, his non-glove hand feeling for the wall, and then he leaps. At that moment, it is truly a leap of faith. Faith that he has timed it right; faith that he has measured it right; faith that the wall will not inflict injury when he makes contact; faith that an overzealous fan will not obstruct his momentum or his potential catch (see, Hample, Zack). And then he does it. He reaches over the wall and takes a souvenir away; takes a run (maybe more) away; takes the fans’ breath away. Ask any outfielder, and they will tell you that this is the pinnacle of their profession, this is what they all hope and practice for, and you can see it on their face when they actually pull it off. And you can feel the batter’s pain. He is usually somewhere between first and second base when he realizes that his moment has quickly, and inexorably, become someone else’s moment. They typically drop their head. But, every-so-often, the batter will doff his helmet to the fielder, a show of mutual respect. I simply love that.

6.         Robbery of a Needed Hit: For years I thought the robbed home run was the greatest indignity for a batter. But, as I have grown older, and watched more and more baseball, I have come to learn that there is an even worse fate. Some batters are in a slump – they simply cannot buy a hit. Some guys are fighting for playing time, and need to make the most of every at bat. Some guys have been victimized by a slick fielder earlier in the game, and need to even things out. Now, to be clear, “Undeserved Hits” don’t fall into this category. To get my sympathy, they have to be sure hits. And the play has to befall a guy who can’t afford it. Chris Taylor, barely hitting .100, cannot have Francisco Lindor go into short left and make a jump-throw to first. Zack Gelof, hitting below the Mendoza line, with three dingers in 143 at bats, cannot have Jose Siri take a home run away from him. Every time I watch Web Gems, or MLB’s Top Plays, I keep a steady eye on the batter. It is rare, but also so very sad, when the same batter appears more than once in the same highlight package. I don’t care if you are Luis Arraez, Aaron Judge, or Randy Arozarena (the current holder of the worst batting average in baseball), having two righteous hits taken from you in one game is too much to bear.

Baseball is a marathon, and things tend to even out – for every snagged line drive there is a Baltimore Chop for a single; for every diving play in the outfield, there is a squib over the first baseman’s head. But, baseball is also a game of confidence. And it is easy to go into a downward spiral when nothing seems to fall – even well-hit baseballs. Hitting is hard enough with pitchers throwing at insane speeds, with unseen movement, from crazy arm angles. When a batter does well enough to do well enough, but repeatedly gets thwarted by the best defense on offer, it just doesn’t seem fair.

Not every series of Web Gems or Top Plays contains all six categories, but they usually check at least four of the boxes. To wit, last Sunday’s and last Friday’s editions:

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