Showing posts with label Atlanta Braves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Atlanta Braves. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Braves 8, Blue Jays 7; Blue Jays 6, Braves 5 (F/10): These Really Seem Like Excellent Games I am Missing

I really think photography has finally advanced far enough to truly capture how shitty the light is in there with the roof closed
An 8-7 game with five home runs? A 6-5 extra-inning win with a walk-off home run from everybody's new buddy (in that he is not Brett Lawrie and also extra reasons) Josh Donaldson? These games sound super great! I only caught the bottom of the ninth last night after hockey, but did see Dioner Navarro for a minute and got to think about how I like that he is stout as fvkk, so it's not like I got nothing from the game, because that felt like something, but my thoughts were elsewhere throughout the evening, clearly. And then this afternoon it was really lovely out, and there was a hipster craft show nearby and the crafters are these really interesting talented stylish earnest people and it's not just the crafts (although it is the crafts) and not even snax (although it is the snax) but it is just the feeling you get in there while you're eating a cupcake and sipping a hand-pressed fizzy lemonade and maybe getting a dishtowel, you know? The university radio station has a booth there with these volunteers that could not have less information about any subject than the amount they have about the one they are ostensibly there for; it is wonderful. So I did not catch any of this game but I saw the Donaldson walk-off and it looked like a great time for everybody!

Also it is worth noting, I think, that R. A. Dickey did totally alright again today, and even if he hadn't he would still by his mere presence have provided us with an opportunity for another peek into the R. A. Dickey Honorary Old English Word-Hoard, which I am sure you will agree is more than enough, especially when you see how sikk it is to think about the word galdor, which means "sound, song, incantation, spell, enchantment" (all definitions today from J. R. Clark Hall's Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary as that is the one that is on the couch at present), and maybe just get a little quiet about the idea that song and spell are held so closely together in galdor, right? You get a bunch of really good compounds out of this one, too, like galdorcræft ("occult art, incantation, magic" and also my band name so hands off), galdorcræftiga ("wizard"), galdorcwide ("incantation"), galdorgalend ("enchanter"), galdorgalere ("wizard"), galdorleoð ("incantation"), galdorsang ("incantation"), galdorword ("magic word"), galdre ("wizard, magician"), and galdricge ("enchantress"). I mean, my god.

KS

Friday, October 5, 2012

mathematically eliminated #10 the Atlanta Braves

So I get off of a shitty work day of a shitty work week and the baseball pre-game is on the amplified modulations of the radio. I check out a couple art openings, walk around the city a little, see a couple old friends, make a couple new ones, get home, tuck my children into the bed, chat with my wife about our individual and separate days, and then turn on the cyber box and the game is over. Haha, wild card game on an early Friday evening, you are so fucking wacky.
So nothing weird happened in this game at all, right?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Braves 5, Blue Jays 2; Blue Jays 12, Braves 4: Man I Missed A Lot of Baseball This Weekend

two awesome dudes who spend a lot of their time around third imo
Barely caught an inning this weekend, friends, but don't worry: it's because I was having an awesome weekend, not a horrible one. Saturday's loss was brightened for me by Jose Bautista's home run, because I love it when that guy hits home runs man I just love it, and today's win was darkened by Ricky Romero getting roughed up and failing to stick around long enough to pick up the win in what turned out to be a laugher. Fortune, good night, smile once more; turn thy wheel! One time a guy said that.


KS

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Braves 4, Blue Jays 3 (F/10): Be Fair to Francisco Cordero

is that big fat Eric Hinske on the left? Orlando Hudson and Eric Hinske in back-to-back posts like this was 2003
Look. There can be no doubt that J. P. Arencibia blew it by double clutching and then skipping the ball in the dirt and by Brett Lawrie as Jason Heyward stole third and then came into score. And Heyward only reached in the first place by legging out an infield single. But stop running Francisco Cordero out there guys just stop it. Just a total shit-show aside from Bautista's home run, this one, what with Atlanta runs coming in on a balk and a bases-loaded walk. Miserable, miserable stuff.


KS

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Man Alive, What an Evening

Tampa Bay Rays rush the field after teammate Evan Longoria hit a 12th-inning home run off New York Yankees relief pitcher Scott Proctor during a baseball game early Thursday, Sept. 29, 2011, in St. Petersburg, Fla. With the win, the Rays clinched the AL...
Wow.

Bruce Bochy fielded his best white-flag team yesterday and the Giants got trounced 6-3 by the Rockies, exactly as expected. But who cares? Yesterday was possibly the most thrilling single day of regular-season baseball in history. Certainly in my lifetime. Four games with final postseason slot implications. The possibility of two separate 163rd games.

The Red Sox and Rays entered the day tied for the AL Wild Card Lead, and the Braves and Cardinals entered the day tied for the NL Wild Card. The Red Sox were in Baltimore, the Rays were hosting the Yankees, the Braves were hosting the Phillies, and the Cardinals were in Houston.

The Red Sox went into a 7th-inning rain delay leading the Orioles 3-2. The Rays fell behind to the Yankees 7-0 going into the 8th inning. The Braves were leading the Phillies 3-2 into the 8th. The lone uneventful game was the Cardinals, as expected, simultaneously mauling and shutting out the Astros (the worst team in baseball).

The Braves coughed up a Phillies tying run around the same time as the Rays put together a 6-run bottom of the eighth. The Cardinals game wrapped, ensuring them at worst a playoff game against the Braves the next day. The Red Sox game resumed and the Sox failed to score an insurance run that was gunned down at home plate. The Braves game headed into extra innings as a Rays .108 pinch-hitter -- who hadn't hit a home run since April -- bounced a line drive off the net of the foul pole with two out and two strikes in the bottom of the ninth inning to knot the score at 7 and send that game into extra innings as well.

The Braves got runners in scoring position for Martin Prado, who offered the worst swing I have ever seen in a pressure situation and ended the inning. The Phillies got a go-ahead run off a Hunter Pence BABIP Special, and the Braves bounced into a double play to give the Cardinals the NL Wild Card.

Back in Baltimore, Carl Crawford was unable to grab what would have been out number three as the Orioles got three consecutive two-out hits off of Jonathan "huck it down the middle" Papelbon, and stunned the Red Sox by winning the game, 4-3.

Three minutes after the Orioles dogpiled one another on their rain-soaked home field, Evan Longoria hit his second home run of the game, a laser beam that just cleared the fence inside the foul pole along the left-field line and clinched the Wild Card for Tampa Bay.

There are moment in baseball -- key moments, indelible moments -- that you know, as you are watching them, that they will be part of baseball lore forever. That you'll be seeing them on replay for the rest of your life. Aaron Boone's 2003 ALCS homer. Kevin Mitchell's barehanded grab. Dave Roberts' stolen base. Kirk Gibson. Bill Buckner. Carlton Fisk. Now we can add Longoria's home run to that elite group. He raced down the first base line, knowing that the ball might not clear the wall, but that he was going to have to try for extra bases if it didn't. Just before he got to the bag at first, both arms shot straight up in the air. The look of elation on his face matched that of the stunned and exultant crowd. His teammates flew out of the dugout as if shot from a cannon, and everyone watching could scarcely manage to come up with a sentiment any more profound than that of, "BASEBALL. OH MAN, BASEBALL."

This is why we watch. Baseball simply does not get any better than this, and no other sport on its best day can ever hope to match moments such as these.

So now we move beyond 2011 and into the postseason. Let us root for the Brewers. Let us root for the Rays. Let us root for the Diamondbacks and the Tigers and the Rangers. Let us root for baseball at its most glorious, at its most profound and affecting. Let us enjoy these next few weeks, for the winter is long and devoid of this glorious game. We will continue to be here talking about the feelings that the postseason and the hot stove and all that malarkey will bring, but baseball is now entering its yearly twilight.

This is going to be one hell of a postseason, my dear friends. Let's all be baseball fans together, for there is surely no greater thing.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Giants Win 8-5 in Sixteen Brisk Hours

LOS ANGELES, CA - SEPTEMBER 21:  Mike Fontenot #14 of the San Francisco Giants misses the tag on Dee Gordon #9 of the Los Angeles Dodgers who steals second base during the first inning at Dodger Stadium on September 21, 2011 in Los Angeles, California.
Haters gonna hate

That game took forever. There was absolutely no reason that game should have taken that long. The Giants and Dodgers took nearly four hours for a game that wasn't particularly close. The Giants keep winning games against people not named "Clayton Kershaw" and keep the Diamondbacks' magic number at 2. If the Giants win the Dodgers finale today, they will arrive in Arizona tomorrow with the Diamondbacks' magic number still sitting at "2". Which means that either Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, the Giants will be watching the Diamondbacks celebrate clinching the NL West on their home field, in front of like 12,000 people, 8,000 of whom will be Giants fans.

Best-case, and least-likely scenario: The Giants win tonight and sweep the Diamondbacks. That means the Giants will be one game back with three games left to play. That's the best case scenario. The scenario I'm betting on is that the Giants lose their first game against Arizona and that'll be that. Also, that the Diamondbacks eliminate the Giants from the Wild Card race as well. I'm resigned to that. It's cool. August was real, real bad and broke the back of the Giants. It happens more often than anyone wants to admit. Meanwhile, I'm forced to choose between my two least favorite teams in the NL for who I want to win the Wild Card: the Braves or the Cardinals. Yuck.

Whoever wins...we lose.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

So Your Team's Not Going to the Playoffs

Milwaukee Brewers' Nyjer Morgan reacts after hitting a single during the fourth inning of a baseball game against the St. Louis Cardinals Tuesday, Aug. 30, 2011, in Milwaukee.

It's down to the home stretch of the season, and it's pretty clear at this point who's going on to the postseason, and who isn't. Odds are good that your team didn't make the cut. Perhaps you have no idea with whom to cast your rooting lot, and why. We here at Baseball Feelings are pleased to present you with a rooting guide for the postseason that goes beyond the standard "Just root against the Yankees and Phillies." (But not too far beyond that.)

If your eliminated team plays in the NL West: Root for the Brewers. The Brewers have a fun, old-school team of unapologetic mashers, and they've never won a World Series. Ever. They've only been to one, in fact. The year that they won the AMERICAN LEAGUE pennant. The Brewers have the best uniform in baseball, even if it's just their Friday home alternate throwback jersey. They have a bunch of guys that are totally worth rooting for (Prince Fielder, Ryan Braun, Casey McGehee, Corey Hart, John Axford), and probably the most polarizing dude in MLB, Nyjer "Tony Plush" Morgan. I love the guy, but I love most people in sports who are open, unapologetic pricks. Dude's hilarious. Seeing him freak out like in the above picture when he hits a seeing-eye single is a true joy. This is the Brewers best shot at grabbing a championship for the foreseeable future, and it's always fun to see a storied franchise win it all for the first time ever. If you need a further reason to root for them, there's this: when they went to Houston to play the Astros recently, the whole team dressed up like cowboys just to be dicks.

If your eliminated team plays in the NL East or NL Central: Root for the Diamondbacks. They're an exciting, fun young team that broke out at least a year ahead of schedule and is woefully unappreciated by a tepid fanbase that would rather boo Prince Fielder and kick all of the brown people out of their state than show up and root for their team. This is a team worth rooting for, but they're in the thick of a playoff-berth-clinching run of playing insanely good baseball, and they're playing it in front of half-empty crowds. Justin Upton is one of those rare dudes who keeps coming up in key situations, and you just KNOW he's launching a moonshot, or smashing a double off the wall to clear the bases. Paul Goldschmidt just showed up out of nowhere, fully formed as a dude who hits no-stride taters with terrifying frequency. It's really amazing what Kirk Gibson has been able to do with this team this year. Oh yeah, Kirk Gibson is the manager of the Diamondbacks. It's worth watching their games for no other reason than to see him hobble out to the mound on his peg legs for every pitching change.

If you can't get enough of the status quo: Root for the Phillies or the Braves. There's technically nothing wrong with either team, and they both have one or two players you can get behind (Roy Halladay and Freddie Freeman, for example). But there's nothing really exciting or inspiring about either team.

Dan Uggla hit like a maniac for thirty games and almost made people forget that he's not really a consistent hitter, is a nightmare at second base, and is definitely the type of dude who kisses his own biceps while flexing at the mirror nightly. The most exciting players on the Braves are their bullpen guys. They for some unknown reason stuck with Freeman all year while mishandling Jason Heyward worse than anyone not named "Brandon Belt." They've been in the playoffs every year you've been alive. Oh yeah, and their big rally starter is everyone in the stadium being as racist as they can in unison.

Over on the Phillies side, they're a Philadelphia team, with all that entails. They have a ridiculously good, highly-hyped pitching staff. They have Raul Ibanez and Shane Victorino, two of the most thoroughly unlikeable baseball players of our generation. And they've got Hunter Pence, the creepiest creep that ever crabwalked onto a baseball diamond.

If your eliminated team plays in the AL East: Root for the Texas Rangers. They made it to their first World Series last year, and have a stronger team this season that could take them all the way. Their single biggest weakness is their manager, Ron Washington, who seems to believe that shooting oneself in one's foot is a surefire way to keep the opposing team offguard. (It rarely works.)

If your eliminated team plays in the AL West: Root for the Detroit Tigers, if for no other reason than to show support for our own beloved Neil. They've got Justin Verlander, and he's the most exciting pitcher in the American League. Their best hitter likes to get loaded and make friends with cops. What's not to like?

If you have no particular rooting interest: Root for the Red Sox. They're a really fun team that just goes out and scores run after run after run until the other team is in tears. They've got three legitimate MVP candidates in their starting lineup every day. They signed a guy to a contract for a hundred years and a million billion dollars so they could bat him seventh in the lineup. That's some depth, bro. It's always fun to see the Red Sox win a World Series. Well, for now. Maybe if they win one or two more it will start getting old. But it's still fun for now!

If you're a Yankees fan: Root for the Yankees. That's the only reason to.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Giants Go Ahead and Pack it in for the Season

SAN FRANCISCO, CA - AUGUST 29: Tim Lincecum #55 of the San Francisco Giants gives the ball to manager Bruce Bochy #16 against the Chicago Cubs in the seventh inning during an MLB baseball game at AT&T Park August 29, 2011 in San Francisco, California. ...
Shed a tear for this beautiful man.

About 30 minutes before game time last night, I suddenly realized, "Oh yeah, I need to do a write-up about Monday's game." Then it dawned on me that I'd have to write about Tim Lincecum having perhaps the worst start of his career while the Giants were two-hit by a less-than-replacement pitcher with an ERA of over 6.00. So I went back to whatever I was doing instead (nothing).

Last night, the Giants unloaded the big guns for two entire runs. Sadly, the Cubs scored five. The Giants actually had ten hits, but on three (THREE!) separate occasions, Carlos Beltran stranded them to end the inning. Carlos Beltran doesn't want to be on this team, and that kind of hurts, but you can't really blame him. He thought he was going to the playoffs. Shame about that.

The Diamondbacks are six games in first place, and have a three game series with the Giants this weekend. It's not quite the end of the road for the Giants just yet, but it likely will be come Monday. Sometime between Saturday night and the beginning of the game yesterday, I resigned myself to acknowledging that the Giants aren't going to make the playoffs, and that it's been one hell of a season, and that I still love these guys and stranger things have happened, and that 2012 can only get better by default. It helped last night's game go down a lot smoother. I'll still be watching, cheering, recapping, tweeting, and grumbling about things, but the sense of "WE CAN DO THIS" is winding down. They can't do this, actually. Not these guys. The Diamondbacks are unstoppable, or at least they're unstoppable until the first round of playoffs, when they get unscrupulously manhandled by the Braves, Brewers, or Phillies.

Next year, fellas. Next year.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Giants Get Dominated by Worst Team in Major League Baseball, Lose 6-0

Yep. (tippin' mad hats to Bay City Ball)

Three more Giants turned up injured today. That's not a joke.

The Giants keep finding new ways to lose. Aubrey Huff tried to score in a scoreless game, ending an inning and killing a rally. The Giants give up three runs after having two outs on a couple of spectacular errors by Mark "Hey I'm Starting at Third Base I Guess" De Rosa and Aubrey "Herp Derp Whoops M'Glove" Huff.

I knew the Giants were losing today when I saw their HILARIOUS lineup. The Diamondbacks were likely to lose today in Atlanta, and this was a huge punt of a lineup. Hey man, it's really rough when you have to write nine guys into a lineup and only have ten healthy players. I mean, what kind of idiot would put Brandon Belt in a lineup, am I right?

I have been saying it for days, but the Giants are going to lose this series. They may take one of three, but I highly doubt it. I've never seen a team look so thoroughly defeated as the Giants do right now, and there's no way in hell I blame them. Imagine you have a box of 25 adorable puppies, and your job is to make sure that nothing bad happens to the puppies. But every day, when you get to work, between 2 and 10 of the puppies have set themselves on fire. You'd go crazy by like day three.

Watching a Giants game is exactly like staring at a smoldering pile of puppy corpses. That wounds the soul after a while.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Tim Lincecum Has the Nerve to Allow One Run, Giants Lose 1-0

ATLANTA, GA - AUGUST 18:  Tim Lincecum #55 of the San Francisco Giants sits in the dugout between innings against the Atlanta Braves at Turner Field on August 18, 2011 in Atlanta, Georgia.
YOU SICKEN ME.

You would think I wouldn't have to keep writing permutations of that headline, but here we are. Not a lot to say about this one, but that's what happens when
1) You're facing a LHP that lefties are hitting over .400 against so you put every available right-hander in your lineup.
2) The Number 2 and Number 6 spots in your lineup are filled by Orlando Cabrera and Miguel Tejada.
3) The rest of your lineup has Aaron Rowand, Aubrey Huff, and Chris Stewart.
4) You pinch-hit Mark De Rosa over Brandon "I Killed Bruce Bochy's Dog While I Was Nailing His Daughter and Looking at Called Strike Three" Belt.

The Diamondbacks were losing, but now they're in a rain delay. Will the game get called? Will the Diamondbacks pull off another come-from-behind win? Who gives a crap, the Giants have a series in Houston to lose.

Giants Win Nailbiting Blowout, 7-5

San Francisco Giants manager Bruce Bochy sits in the dugout during the ninth inning of a baseball game against the Atlanta Braves on Wednesday, Aug. 17, 2011, at Turner Field in Atlanta.
"Mmmmm...gritty...grizzled gamer...oh yeah, that's the stuff."

Amazingly, the Giants scored a bunch of runs. Mostly on sacrifice flies, but hey, horribly cursed offenses can't be choosers. Matt Cain pitched 8 brilliant innings with one unearned run, 9 strikeouts, and one walk. Then Bruce Bochy stuck in Dan Runzler, the one and only young guy that he's ever had faith in, and the Braves promptly scored four runs and brought the tying run to the plate.

Bruce Bochy is a quandary that's been dredged through a batter of a head-scratchers, dipped in "what is this i don't even" sauce, and then wrapped in bacon. Brandon Belt went 0-for-3 with a walk today, and he's almost definitely sitting out tomorrow's game. Bochy has been confirmed as hating an at-bat he feels is "too passive." Belt looked at six pitches in his third plate appearance, and the last two could have/should have been called balls. They weren't. That doesn't matter to Bruce Bochy. He probably turned to Ron Wotus and said, "Why isn't this asshole hacking at everything? That's what the bat's for. Swinging at everything." In Bochy's mind, the game they play isn't "base"ball, it's "swingball."

And Bochy probably gave Belt the stink-eye pretty good, because in Belt's next plate appearance, where he could have picked up a sacrifice fly for a run, he swung at the first pitch and popped it up just past the infield. You could almost hear Bochy yelling, "Too aggressive, you idiot!" And so it goes for anyone under 35 in a Bruce Bochy lineup. He doesn't believe in career minor league numbers. He doesn't understand how small sample sizes work. He doesn't understand the benefits of OBP over batting average and RBI. The only things he believes in are "the hot hand" and "swinging the bat well" and "knows how to win ballgames" and "been there before" and "he wears his hat like a pro" and a million other intangibles that mean nothing to anyone but him and, presumably, Brian Sabean.

So I've never understood why, given how Bochy has historically treated young players, he's brought Runzler in so many times in a non-mop-up capacity. Maybe Runzler forged a birth certificate and convinced Bochy he was born in 1968.

But anyway, a win paired with a Diamondbacks loss. I'll take it. Matt Cain is amazing. Tim Lincecum pitches tomorrow. I hear he's pretty good, too. Hammerin' Mike Fontenot was 3-for-4 with a pair of doubles today, so with all the injuries we can keep our fingers crossed for the glorious return of Number Three Hitter Mike Fontenot.

I'm ready for Houston, how about you?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Corpse of Giants Roster Shows Signs of Unnatural Life

San Francisco Giants left fielder Cody Ross (13) celebrates with his teammates after hitting a solo home run in the seventh inning of a baseball game against the Atlanta Braves Tuesday, Aug. 16, 2011, in Atlanta.
Bruce Bochy will never be able to feel another emotion.

The Giants lost 2-1 in 11 innings. Great, who cares, whatever. Jonathan Sanchez was starting a game the day after a soul-crushing loss and Beltran and Romo were headed to the DL. A loss was academic tonight.

The real meat of today's story is that the lineup was released and everyone was like LOLWUT because Sandoval was at 1B and Huff was in LF and Belt was in RF and an adorable kitten was Pitcher's Helper. (FanGraphs indicates the adorable kitten is leading the majors in mewling, but Shane Victorino is close behind.) The stories started tumbling hard and fast out of Atlanta: Keppinger out, getting an MRI on his wrist; Schierholtz out, possible broken foot; Rowand out, strained intercostal. The Giants must have gotten off a plane that later crashed during last year's playoffs, because 2011 has been a string of calamities bordering on the Lovecraftian.

In the third inning, Jonathan Sanchez sprained his ankle fielding a bunt, because OF COURSE HE DID. Everyone in the ballpark started watching for bolts of lightning or dangling safes or frayed electrical cords left perilously close to puddles of water. The Giants were no-hit through six innings by a guy major his second MLB start. No one expected anything different.

But something strange happened. The Giants showed immense gumption, much more than anyone could have expected. After Sanchez gave up a run, the Giants pitching staff and defense shut the Braves down inning after inning after inning. Cody Ross blasted a huge home run to prevent the no-hitter and the shutout. The Giants made the Braves' bullpen work. They got as many hits as the Braves, but couldn't quite manage the big one. Both Brandon Belt and Aubrey Huff made game-saving plays in the outfield. It was fun. It was more competitive and exciting than it had any right to be, and Brooks Conrad got to be the hero with a ground-rule double and the winning run in a bit of poetic justice.

If I'm the Giants, I have to believe they're pleased with themselves even in a loss. They won't just roll over and die, even when their roster is reduced to Aubrey Huff and a whimsical tea cozy. However, having said that, the Phillies let Lyle "DFA'd From the Pirates" Overbay drive in all three Diamondbacks runs against Roy Halladay and lost at home, putting the Giants 3.5 games out. But fiddle-dee-dee, tomorrow is another day. I'm certain that tomorrow will bring more injuries, and I'm equally as certain that Aubrey Huff will be the only member of the Giants roster to not sniff the DL this season. Sabean will have deals in place for Posada, Damon, and Alfonso Soriano by the weekend.

It's really amazing that the Giants have done as much as they have after all that has happened to them this season. If they somehow, somehow manage to make it to the playoffs...that's nothing short of miraculous. It's important to remember that the G-Men should probably have a W-L record more closely resembling the Mariners or Astros than being within spitting distance of first place. This was the best possible loss today. That's something, at least.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Tony LaRussa is a Terrible Person

MILWAUKEE, WI - AUGUST 03: Tony LaRussa #10 of the St. Louis Cardinals looks on from the dugout as Ryan Braun of the Milwaukee Brewers bats at Miller Park on August 3, 2011 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Tony LaRussa signals for the rarely-used "double beanball."

In addition to my beloved Giants, I have been paying close attention to the NL Central race this season. The Reds, favorites to repeat as division champs, have fallen by the wayside, leaving a three-horse race between the lovable Milwaukee Brewers, the scandalous St. Louis "Yankees of the West" Cardinals, and the surprising feel-good story that is the Pittsburgh Pirates.

Although it does not seem as though the Pirates will truly be able to hang in this race, it has become vitally important that Tony "I Have Shingles" LaRussa's Redbirds do not advance to the playoffs. If it can't be the Pirates, I would love for it to be the Brewers that knocks them off their "perch" as it were. (birds) The Brewers and Cardinals went head to head over the past three days in a series that looks to have huge playoff ramifications.

Craig Calcaterra over at Hardball Talk has been breaking down the LaRussa news from the series extremely well, but I'd like to add my two cents on the matter.

To recap: last night's game went to extra innings. At one point, Pujols was up with two on and one out, and he leads the league in hitting into double plays. The Brewers pitcher accidentally plunked him, and LaRussa thought it was intentional. To "retaliate" he had his pitcher plunk Ryan Bruan to lead off the next inning. At a different point, Cards catcher Yadier Molina was called out on a close pitch and charged at the umpire, bumping him and covering him in spittle as he screamed at him in a display that would make any number of Alomars blush. At yet another point, Brewers fans were heckling LaRussa and one of them repeatedly yelled "I hope you get shingles again," which is hilarious but Tony felt it was over the line. As a show of gamesmanship, after the Cardinals won the extra-innings affair, LaRussa took the time to yell at and insult the fans behind the Cardinals dugout. What a leader!

Tony LaRussa has been labeled a "genius" by most baseball journalists. He's a "genius" in the sense that Phil Jackson is a "genius," which is to say that he's been fortunate enough to be the manager of teams with deep pockets, an embarrassment of talent, and well-stocked medicine cabinets. He piloted the juiced-to-the-gills Canseco/McGwire A's to three World Series in a row (and one title), then jumped to St. Louis, where the even-more-juiced McGwire revitalized baseball by having enormous forearms. He hung around until the Cardinals brought in a gigantic crop of mashers, and let the do-you-seriously-believe-he-isn't-on-the-gas Albert Pujols lead them to another couple World Series and another title.*

I'm not saying just anyone can have a pitcher bat in the eight-hole and let their chemical freaks pound on small-market teams, but LaRussa has a particular knack for it. He also has a knack for looking like a sore loser and taking himself too seriously at all times, even during victories.

Compounding the LaRussa problem is the fact that St. Louis fans have a reputati0n as being "the best fans in baseball" and have really let it go to their heads. Since about 2005, the Cardinals have slowly become the least likable team in baseball this side of the Yankess (and/or, depending on which side your bread is buttered, the Red Sox or Phillies). Even the contemptible Braves have a handful of people that are fun or worthy of rooting for. The Cardinals win with such a false veneer of "heh, had it all the way" that should only ever be present in the Bronx, and whine and cry whenever anything should dare not go their way. They even ran Colby Rasmus out of town on a rail when he (and his dad, to be fair) took umbrage with LaRussa or Cards brass, depending on which story your listening to.

But enough of me and my sour grapes. If the Diamondbacks sent a message in their "statement series" against the Giants, the Brewers unfurled a banner reading "HOW MY ASS TASTE" in twenty-foot-high letters and hoisted it above Miller Field this weekend. They lost a close game two, but came out swinging today, with Casey McGehee knocking three dingers and sent the Cards home in a huff. It was really, really awesome.

Lest I fail to mention it: not only did St. Louis send Rasmus packing before the trade deadline, but their big pickup was the .191-batting Rafael Furcal. That'll put butts in seats. You don't win titles with Furcals, QED.


* For the record, I don't think there's anything wrong with PEDs, and I don't think they should be illegal, and I certainly don't think any athlete should be vilified for using them. If you think there's any professional athlete out there who isn't using SOMETHING, you're nuts. The only thing that rankles me is that Pujols has this squeaky-clean rep and is supposedly universally beloved, but the dude strikes me as twice the asshole Bonds ever was. Anyway, juice away, dudes. Chicks love the longball.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Jonny Venters: Better Than Your Setup Man


How good is Jonny Venters?

It's a serious question. If you've watched the late innings of more than one Braves game this year, you've almost assuredly seen two pitchers: Jonny Venters in the 8th and Craig Kimbrel in the 9th.

Kimbrel is the successor to the save machine (and eight-time All-Star) known as Billy Wagner. Wagner is still under contract to the Braves this year, but he made it known he was not going to be back. He hasn't filed retirement papers thanks to a technicality in MLB contracts, but he's not coming back anytime soon, despite what you hear from Frank Wren about welcoming him back with open arms.

(Watch, I'll hit publish on this post and five minutes later Billy will be headed on a plane to meet the Braves in Miami for the last game of this series. It's just my luck.)

But this isn't about Kimbrel. He might get his own little write-up later.

First, a history lesson of sorts.

The Braves have been built around pitching for the better part of the last two decades. But surprisingly to outsiders, Braves starters almost never pitch complete games. Greg McMichael was the closer in 1993 and 1994, racking up an astounding 91 innings in '93 alone, arguably ruining his arm long-term. Mark Wohlers was the dominant closer for the mid-90's juggernaut (but I've already written about what happened to that poor son of a bitch). Wohlers was followed by Kerry Ligtenberg, who had to have Tommy John surgery after his one season as closer. Ligtenberg's absence led to the rise of John Rocker.

Hoo-boy. Remind me to write that one up one day when I have too much free time. For now, let's just all agree that he was a very good pitcher (2.3 fWAR) who didn't know that discretion is sometimes the better part of valor.

After Rocker imploded, they gave the job to some no-name coming off of Tommy John surgery. I think his name was John Smoltz.

Smoltzy is the Platonic ideal behind the meme that starters can become closers (and vice versa). He's the best closer the Braves have ever had (3.0 fWAR, the highest for a Braves closer since 1991), and his 154 saves over four years are more than enough evidence to make his case. After four years, Smoltz thought that he could contribute more to the Braves as a starter, so he moved back out of the bullpen in 2005. He went on to win 44 games in 3 years, so he's probably right about that one.

This leads to the dark ages of Atlanta closers. Dan Kolb, Chris Reitsma, and Bob Wickman. Even whispering those names around Turner Field will provoke dirty looks if not outright physical aggression.

This was followed by two years of Rafael Soriano and Mike Gonzalez, splitting duties due to alternating injuries. Soriano showed flashes of dominance, but he could never stay healthy for extended periods. Gonzalez was good in a secondary role, but was inconsistent and shared the injury bug with Soriano. Both left after 2009, leading to the Braves signing Billy Wagner.

That little narrative detour brings us up to the present. By now, you should have seen the pattern: as the closers go, so goes Atlanta. When the closers are dominant, the Braves are forces to be reckoned with. When the closers go south, the Braves begin to languish.

Which is why Atlanta is so fortunate to have two (or more) pitchers who have the ability to close. Fredi Gonzalez said at the beginning of the season that he would alternate closers depending on the situation, but so far he has chosen (wisely, in my opinion) to use Venters as a setup man and Kimbrel as closer exclusively. Some pitchers would take umbrage at being "demoted" to setup, but Venters has taken to the role like a duck to water.

His numbers have been absolutely gaudy this year. In 33 games and 36.1 innings, he has an ERA of 0.49.

No, I did not miss a decimal point there. Forty-nine hundredths of a run per nine innings pitched.

In addition, Jonny's getting an insane amount of grounders (81.3%), more than a strikeout an inning (9.08 K/9), NO homers, and when he does get a base runner, 93.3% of the time he leaves him stranded. In 495 pitches, he has thrown 300 strikes. All this in a role that some players with Venters' talent would see as "beneath" them.

In addition, his presence in the Braves clubhouse has been marvelous. You know that kid we stole from the Tigers a few years back, Jair Jurrjens? You know how he's been a monster this year, based on his sinker? Guess who taught him how to throw that nasty sinker?

Venters is by far the most dominant setup guy in baseball right now. Jim Powell, an announcer for over 25 years, said that Venters reminds him of Mariano Rivera, except with a positively filthy sinker instead of Rivera's unhittable cut fastball. Dusty Baker, a man who has been around baseball for almost half a century, has said Jonny is "one of the nastiest around" in terms of pitches. Baker went on to compare Venters to Sparky Lyle and Joe Sambito, two left-handers from the late 1970's renowned for All-Star level pitching prowess.

But how good will Venters continue to be? Hell, he could get hit by a bus, fall on a rusty spoon and catch AIDS tomorrow. He could (God forbid) start to pull a Wohlers.

But if he keeps going like he's going, he could be an integral part of the Braves' plans for years to come. And maybe more. From what we've seen since 2010, he's good and has the potential to be great.

And if he's not in the All-Star game this year, the entire system is broken and everyone involved with pitcher selection should be drawn and quartered, and I reserve the right to yell truly obscene things at my television and/or computer screen and/or random passersby for at least a week..

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Curious Case of Mark Wohlers

Those of you who are unfamiliar with the Braves machine of the 1990's may not recognize the name "Mark Wohlers" right off the bat.

Those of you who consider yourselves Bravos faithful, on the other hand, can only shake their heads at the mere mention.

First, a bit of background. Mark was a young fireballer out of Holyoke, Massachusetts, signed fresh out of high school by the Braves in 1988. He spent three years in the minors honing his craft: relief pitching.

Now, not every young pitcher dreams about eating up late innings, waiting on the closer to get loose. But Wohlers thrived, in no small part because he was surrounded by (and you can argue with me on this, but you'll never convince me otherwise) the best pitching staff ever assembled by mortal men. Wohlers was a fantastic setup man from his callup in 1991 until he was promoted to closer in 1995. He showed he was a puppy with big paws just a month after his major league debut when he pitched two innings between starter Kent Mercker and closer Alejandro Peña, combining for a no-hitter against the Padres.

Wohlers earned his keep with just a handful of pitches: an average slider and a good split-finger fastball.

Oh, and the fastest fastball in the league, regularly crossing the 100 MPH mark, and reaching 103 MPH in a spring training game in 1995.

Mark's position in the Braves roster of pitchers was a unique one. Surrounded by control and finesse, Wohlers was the quintessential power pitcher: who cares if it's right down the middle as long as it's too fast to hit?

Fast forward to the 1996 World Series. Mark made his first All-Star team as a closer, using his skills to their maximum potential. His 39 saves (combined with his 100 strikeouts) proved he was just as valuable to the team as Smoltz, Glavine, Maddux, and the rest. He helped the Braves make it back to the Fall Classic, facing the resurgent New York Yankees. The significance of the South's premiere team facing the "Yankees" was not lost on the news media, resulting in more than a handful of headlines intimating that the South would rise again after the World Championship run the previous year.

Game 4 rolls around. The Braves won the first pair in New York by a combined 15-1, but Game 3 in Atlanta went to the Yanks 5-2.

The Braves lead after the seventh, 6-3. The eighth begins, and the beloved Bobby Cox decides to put his best late-game pitcher in to preserve the score. Wohlers comes in to cover two innings.

An inauspicious start as journeyman Charlie Hayes and walking-endorsement-of-clean-living Darryl Strawberry both reach on singles. Hayes advances to third due to a bad play on Mariano Duncan's hit by Pacman Rafael Belliard. Jim Leyritz comes to bat, and here is where things get a little bit fuzzy.

Six pitches later and Leyritz sends one over the left field fence, accomplishing three things: scoring three runs, tying the game, and shattering the confidence of what had been one of the most dominant closers over the past three years.

Wohlers muddled through the ninth, but he was pulled at the end of regulation baseball. Once-great starter Steve Avery came in to mop up in the tenth and promptly gave up three wallks and a single, giving the Yanks a one-run lead. Brad Clontz, who none of you will ever hear of outside of this article, then gave up a fly ball dropped by poster-child-for-wasted-potential Ryan Klesko to cement the win for New York.

The Braves lost the next two games, and have yet to win another World Series game.

Back to Mark Wohlers, after the horrid end of the season in '96, 1997 was a minor hiccup. He doubled his walk ratio (a harbinger of things to come), but still recorded 33 saves.

1998. Mark Wohlers, previously a reliable flamethrowing closer, forgets something. Something important. Namely, how to throw a fastball for a strike.

It has many names. The Yips. Dartitis. Steve Blass Disease. But what it boils down to is an inability to do what once came as naturally as breathing.

It has happened before. Not just to the aforementioned Steve Blass, who couldn't perform in 1973, but to many pitchers. Kevin Saucier. Clay Kirby. Randy Jones. Sam Mitiello.

It happened after. Rick Ankiel, perhaps the most famous of the recent sufferers, transitioned to an outfielder once he came to terms with his malady.

Mark walked 33 batters in 21.1 innings. Such a performance led to Triple-A Richmond, where he walked 36 batters in 12.1 innings.

Finally, the Braves put Wohlers on the disabled list. Everyone knew why. Nothing was physically wrong with him. But they had to put something down on the form. They finally decided on the three harshest words ever uttered in baseball history: inability to pitch.

Wohlers stuck around for a few years, bouncing around the league to the Reds, the Yankees, and the Indians. But he was never the same after that fateful day in Atlanta in 1996.

Sources:
Wildly Out of Control
The Baseball Cube
Retrosheet
Baseball Reference
Wikipedia, because I'm a horrible person

Monday, April 4, 2011

Brian McCann: Make The Switch

That bat? MAGIC!
Given: Brian McCann is the second or third most powerful hitter in the Atlanta lineup, behind some combination of Jason Heyward, Chipper Jones, and maybe Dan Uggla (if Uggla's previous non-Braves performance is an accurate indicator).

Given: Jason Heyward is going to be around a long time, and hopefully will continue his overall trend of being awesome. The consummate five-tool player.

Given: Chipper, on the other hand, will be kicked up to the coach's section of the bus within two years. He is one of the top three greatest switch-hitters in the history of baseball and is (in the minds of most everyone with a functioning forebrain) going to be making a nice little speech at Cooperstown within a decade. Chipper also either never used steroids or never got caught, making him a nice counterpoint to the raging roidheads that will be his competition for space in the Hall.

Given: Dan Uggla's acquisition is arguably the first time the Braves have gone after a "star" second baseman, and so far (four games into the season) shows promise of staying there for the length of his contract (five years).

Given: Brian McCann, although a pretty good catcher, contributes more as a hitter than a catcher. He's committed more errors than any other starting catcher the past two years, and has never been less than 3rd in total errors.

Given: Brian McCann, as a result of the high-fatigue position of catcher, misses 20 to 30 games per year. Not a massive amount for a catcher, but more than your average starting third baseman. Plus, he's not getting any younger, and extensive damage is going to be done to his knees in the next few years.

Creepiest photo of McCann I could find.
Proposition: Since Chipper is going to be gone soon, and Brian is a better batter than a catcher, the Braves and Fredi Gonzalez need to start transitioning McCann to 3rd as soon as possible. He'll last longer as a player, he'll get more at-bats, and hopefully his knees won't be as powdery as the foul lines when he's sixty. J.C. Boscan is a decent catcher and sitting in AAA waiting to be called up. Wilkin Castillo and Shawn McGill are other options if Boscan doesn't work out.

TL;DR, McCann is awesome and I want him to be more awesome on a more frequent basis. Going to 3rd is a way to do that.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Dale Murphy: My Favorite Mormon

By all rights I should hate Dale Murphy. He's a Mormon convert who almost ran for Governor of Utah as a  Republican. He would not pay for his teammates' dinners if they ordered alcohol of any kind. He absolutely refused to take photos with women who weren't married to him. After retiring, he even began a non-profit focused solely on teaching good sportsmanship to Little Leaguers.

But he was often the lone bright spot of an otherwise forgettable Braves lineup throughout the lean years of the 1980's. Five straight Gold Gloves. Four straight Silver Sluggers. Two MVP nods. Seven All-Star selections.

As an example, let us look at 1985. The Braves finished an execrable 66-96, but the Murph wasn't sitting back and fiddling while Rome burned. Dale led the league in home runs with 37, walks with 90, times on base with 276, and runs scored with 118. If you're one of those statistics geeks with your fancy-dancy formulas and such, Murphy also led the league in Offensive WAR (7.8), Runs Created (131), and WPA (6.3).

Those are just the categories he led in. He was in the top ten of nearly EVERY offensive stat you can think of: slugging, OPS, WAR Position Player, hits, doubles, total bases, RBIs, Adjusted OPS+, Adjusting Batting Runs, Adjusted Batting Wins, XBH, Offensive Win Percentage, Intentional Base on Balls, Situational Wins Added, and Base-Out Wins Added.

So why is he an afterthought to most of baseball?

Two reasons, both out of his control.

First, he peaked hard and dropped just as quick. He played from 1976 to 1993, but was only really productive from 1982 to 1987. To use a simple gauge, his BA went from .247 in 1981 to .287 in 1982, and from .295 in 1987 to .226 in 1988. From the perspective of John Q. Baseball-Writer, that's not what you're looking for in a surefire Hall-of-Famer.

Second, he had the misfortune to retire in 1993, the year after a young coppertop from Pomona, California named McGwire began his... *ahem* workout regimen *cough*.

That's right. The clean-living, drug-free, anti-cheating crusader now has to compete for John Q. Baseball-Writer's ten precious HoF votes alongside the Roid Rangers. 37 homers in a season just doesn't seem all that  impressive compared to McGwire's 70, Sosa's 66, or Bonds' 73 dingers.

If ever there were a Hall of Very Good, I'd put Dale Murphy on the first ballot without question, and I'd imagine most folks who like baseball would be inclined to agree with me.

But can the Murph make it into Cooperstown? Using Bill James' formulas, his Black Ink score is 31, his Gray Ink score is 147, and his Hall of Fame Monitor is 116, all above the HoF average. Statistically, he should be getting his speech ready.

The catch? He's been eligible for the Hall for 13 years, and never cracked 25 percent. He's all but guaranteed his 5% to stay on the ballot, but he's likely to give Blyleven a run for his money as a perennial also-ran.

Do I believe his numbers are good enough? Hell yes.

Do I believe he makes a great ambassador for the game? Hell yes.

Do I think he will get in during my lifetime? Hell... maybe?

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Dammit, he's not Bobby

I'm the default Braves beat writer amongst my esteemed colleagues. I expect I'll get sacked from this post faster than Chipper Jones can chase a Hooters waitress.

As some of you may know, Bobby Cox (the stern wife-beating face of the Braves for many years) finally gave up the ghost and retired last season, leaving the reins in the hands of questionably-competent Fredi Gonzalez. Fredi as a manager has some pros and some cons.

PRO - Fredi knows the system.

Fredi was third base coach for the Bravos from 2003 to 2006, and before that was the manager of the Richmond Braves in 2002. During that time, he was one of Bobby's right hand men. He knows the corporate machinations of the Braves firsthand, so no big surprises will occur, because he's not just a coach; he's got...

PRO - Major league managerial experience with the Marlins

Fredi went to the Marlins as manager in 2006, and lasted for parts of four seasons. He is the winningest Marlins manager ever (which sounds really good when you don't think about it too hard) until...

CON - Unceremoniously pink slipped in the middle of 2010 by the Marlins

And why, do you ask, was he fired? He couldn't string together wins with less-than-stellar front office support. But, that brings us to another pro, namely...

PRO - His players love him.

After Fredi was let go, nearly every player said they hated to see him leave, but understood that he was just the fall guy for the failings of the Marlins front office. Everybody loves playing for him. But...

CON - He's not Bobby Cox.

Not being Bobby Cox is easily the biggest strike against Fredi, at least in the eyes of the fans. It's rare in this day and age to see anybody stick with a team for more than a few years. To stay with the Braves for over two decades, it's been Bobby's Braves. Even if Fredi's been studying with Bobby since he left the Marlins, he's still not Bobby, and he's going to do things his way. I'm not saying Fredi is going to raze the team top to bottom, but things are going to be different.

In summary, the Braves will be the Braves, as always. They're the most consistent team in any league, and they'll be right back to where they were last year: losing in the first round of playoffs. That's the expectation in Atlanta, and I see no reason to take the eyes of the prize.

Larry King's official prediction: 86 - 76, wild card.