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Thursday, June 7, 2012

What would instant replay serve? You really have to ask?


Johan Santana’s no-hitter against the Cardinals last weekend has generated all sorts of discourse about instant replay, incompetent umpires and asterisks. I got into one myself with former big-leaguer @DougGlanville, Chicago sports blogger ChiTown (@ChiTownSports), and an ESPN guy named T.J. Quinn (@tjquinnespn).  Glanville had written about the “imperfections” in baseball (http://ideas.time.com/2012/06/05/baseball-is-never-perfect/), and how they’re a part of baseball lore (which is 100% true).  What really caught my eye, though, was Glanville’s opposition to instant replay.  A former player against something that would hold the umpires accountable and help keep teams from getting hosed on a call?  I was surprised enough to add my two cents.

ME: “I wonder if Armando Galarraga feels the same way.” 

Galarraga, of course, was famously robbed of a perfect game by umpire Jim Joyce a few years ago. More on that below. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one who disagreed with Glanville’s take. 

ChiTown‏: Fans pay see the 'human element' in players, not umpires.

Doug Glanville‏:  Good comment. But I think people gained a different take after Jim Joyce.

ChiTown:  I appreciated Jim Joyce but I bet he would have appreciated replay.

T.J. Quinn:  probably, but the way joyce and galarraga handled it transcended sport.


So there the hyperbole starts – the blown call “transcended sport.” Yes, both men were classy and acted like gentlemen. Maybe it seemed so unusual because of the Bob Davidsons and AJ Pierzynskis of the sport. But, really, all they did was handle an awkward and embarrassing situation like a couple of mature adults. Isn’t that expected of us on a daily basis?

Turns out, Glanville wasn’t going there, anyway. His point was that he didn’t want robot umpires taking over everything.  Well, we’re in complete agreement on that one.  @ChiTown didn’t want robot umpires either. Our point was for bad umpires to be held accountable for their many high-profile mistakes, and for baseball to use available technology to eliminate as many of those mistakes as possible. Quinn, however, went in a, um, different direction:


T.J. Quinn‏:  I don't know what ultimately would be served by technical precision. But I know those men gave my kids something permanent.
Oh, boy. Here we go.
Is that not the most ESPN-type answer? Seriously? Did Gregggg Easterbrook write this? PLEASE, WON’T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!?  What would be served?  Are you kidding me?

/Pauses, counts to 10

/Takes deep breath

Okay, here’s what would be served: the game of baseball. That’s all. The “technical precision” would ensure that critical plays are called correctly? That one team isn’t getting screwed out of the playoffs by one umpire’s horrible call? That baseball shows a willingness to step into the 21st century?  Nah, never mind that stuff; let’s focus on family values. Hey, if TJ Quinn wants to use Galarraga/Joyce as a teaching point for his children, bully for him. But you don’t know what would be served by technical precision? That’s just ignorant. We could get that kind of drivel from Mike Lupica.

It reminds me of the media folks who got carried away and proclaimed that people will remember the Galarraga/Joyce game in the same vein as a no-hitter or perfect game. Of course, this reasoning is ludicrous.  Near no-hitters and almost-perfect games don’t end up in the record books or Cooperstown.  Just ask Harvey Haddix.

Look at it this way: no matter what else Philip Humber does in his baseball career, he will always be on the list of pitchers who threw a no-hitter.  Armando Galarraga will not have his name on the list of perfect games.  I wonder, deep down, would he rather have his name etched in baseball history, or be remembered as a guy who got hosed out of a perfect game by an umpire’s mistake? Instant replay would have made that question moot.  It also would have ended Santana’s no-hitter against the Cardinals.

Aside: I found the St. Louis Post-Dispatch’s asterisk attached to Santana’s no-no hilarious. Watching the NY media get all lathered up about it was equally amusing, as if they wouldn’t have done something similar had the roles been reversed. Just face it, NY: you got out-snarked this time. Deal with it.

Ken Rosenthal wrote earlier this week about baseball’s interest in the Hawk-Eye system, which is best known in tennis, where it makes a loud beeping noise when a player’s serve misses the serve box. Is this a practical answer? I’m not sure. At least it shows that MLB is considering doing something. 

Meanwhile, we’re stuck with horrible umpires like Bob Davidson, Joe West, Angel Hernandez, Laz Diaz, and Adrian Johnson. The Mets and their fans get to celebrate Santana’s no-hitter, which is great for them. The Cardinals sit and wonder “what if?”; that is something that too many players and teams keep having to ask.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Remembering Game 6 & 7

Over the winter, I have re-watched all seven games of last year's World Series.  This is because: a) spring training is here, in all its glory; b) we've had an inordinate amount of snow in the Denver area this winter; c) snow sucks, and; d) I'm a huge Cardinals fan. 

As much fun as the 2006 championship was, I always viewed that as karmic payback from the Gods of Baseball for the Great Abomination of 2004.  2011 was different.  It took a minor miracle for the  Cards to even make the playoffs, so my expectations were pretty low.  Then they just kept winning.  And winning.  It was nothing short of glorious. 

Then David Freese hit that triple, and Game 6 turned into the most thrilling baseball game I've ever watched in my life.  It will be my Exhibit A to other people who claim baseball is boring.  Sure, it can be at times, but no other sport offers such moments of crazy intensity.  I vividly remember jumping up and down in my living room like I was 12.  By comparison, Game 7 was almost anti-climactic, and Nelson Cruz admitted afterward that the Rangers really lost the Series in Game 6.  For me, though, this unexpected championship was so much sweeter.  I'm still enjoying it, in fact. 

Incidentally, Joe Buck's tribute to his father on Freese's HR was awesome. Still get goose bumps thinking about it. 

A few days ago, Bob Nightengale wrote a terrific article in USA Today about the Rangers and how difficult it was to the players and coaches to handle the loss.  I hadn't given much thought to the Rangers' perspective at the time because, hey, my team won!  The only way it could have been better was if it had been the Yankees or Red Sox getting their hearts ripped out. Because fuck those guys, and especially their fans.  But I digress. 

Nightengale's story inspired me to watch Games 6 and 7 again, and I was struck by how many times Texas just could not slam the door on the Cardiac Cardinals.  From the 9th inning of Game 6 all the way through Game 7, check out all these instances where the Cards got a critical hit with two strikes:

Game 6
  • Freese's game-tying triple in 9th
  • Descalso's leadoff single in 10th
  • Berkman's tying single in 10th
  • Freese game-winning homer in 11th
Game 7
  • Craig's tie-breaking homer in 3rd
  • Molina hit-by-pitch on 3-2 count with bases loaded, making the score 4-2
Yikes.  A friend of mine is still angry at Nelson Cruz for not catching Freese's triple, but that was far from the only incident that doomed the Rangers.  Poor managing, poor pitching, poor fielding...take your pick.  They jumped to a 2-0 on Carpenter in Game 7 and couldn't hold the lead for a single inning.  They went out without much of a fight. 

One other aside: did you notice who wasn't around when the Cardinals rallied in Game 6 and won Game 7?  Matt Effing Holliday.  Admittedly, I've been pissed at the guy ever since the dropped fly ball against the Dodgers in 2009, but good ol' "Skates" took his game even lower by botching another fly ball in Game 6 and getting picked off third base.  Once he left Game 6 and Allen Craig took over, things improved noticeably.  All Craig did was slug two clutch home runs and rob Cruz of a home run in Game 7.  If Holliday had stayed in the game, none of those things happen and the Rangers would have been celebrating at Busch Stadium.  Oh, and it turned out Craig was playing with a fractured kneecap.  Holliday had an injured FINGER.  So, to recap: Allen Craig kicks ass, Matt Holliday eats a bag of ass.

No clue what to expect this year.  No LaRussa, no Duncan, no Pujols.  It will be fascinating to watch, though.  I can only hope it's as enjoyable as October 27-28 last year.