A less likely outcome

According to Alden Gonzalez at MLB.com, 21-year-old Cuban defector Aroldis Chapman will throw a side session for Major League teams tomorrow.

Chapman’s fastball has been clocked in the high 90s, and he is expected to receive a free-agent contract worth multiple millions of dollars.

That’s just the most likely outcome, though.

If this were the movies, Chapman would join the hapless and ragtag gang of sandlot players in his adopted homeland of Andorra, train them in a three-year long montage that lasts until the next World Baseball Classic, and lead them to an improbable victory over Cuba.

Smart money says he ends up on the Yanks.

Meet the new stat

Fangraphs has unleashed a new stat today, wRC+. It’s meant to replace OPS+, baseball-reference’s park- and league-adjusted version of on-base plus slugging scaled so that league-average is 100 (like IQ and the SATs).

The difference between wRC+ and OPS+ is that the former is based on wOBA, a stat described here that more accurately assesses offensive production than OPS.

Of course, as with all stats, it’s a safe bet something will come along to render this one obsolete. And I’ll probably still rely on OPS+ some because I find baseball-reference so easy to navigate and operate.

But the career wRC+ leaderboards are here. The career OPS+ leaderboards are here.

Ty Cobb is a big mover, going from 10th all-time in OPS+ to six in wRC+. Really old dudes, like Dan Brouthers and Pete Browning, drop off a lot in wRC+.

Also, wRC+ appears to suggest a slightly greater variance in players’ offensive outputs, as it lists 26 players over 160 — or 60% better than average — whereas OPS+ only lists 14.

Items of note

The legend of Johan Santana grows. I love that he comes from the mountains. One day, Johan Santana came down from the Andes to pitch in the Majors. Someday, he will return to grow coffee and continue being awesome.

The Jeremy Reed era in Flushing is over. If you’re playing at home, that makes Sean Green the only player remaining with the Mets from that massive deal last offseason.

Holy crap the Royals suck.

The Yanks cut Wang. Insert bris joke here.

Scott Olsen is returning to the Nats. Should make for some interesting off-field incidents and/or clubhouse controversy.

Fire Murray Chass. Oh, right, someone already did.

Originally published by “Duke Casanova” on The Nooner Blog, March 5, 2009.

The following format is completely unoriginal. It is a tribute to Fire Joe Morgan, which some of us think is the funniest Web site in the history of Internet. We read this piece on Mike Piazza’s bacne on Murray Chass’ blog and couldn’t help ourselves. So here goes. In keeping with FJM format, the bold words are Chass’, the others are ours.

Joel Sherman of the New York Post and I do not have any kind of relationship. We have not talked for years. There’s no need to bore you with the reasons why.

“Because I’m an old crotchety jackass and he’s a younger crotchety jackass.”

But the other day his column caught my attention. Not many of his columns do. He writes them, after all, for the New York Post.

As compared to the bastion of journalistic integrity that is MurrayChass.com.

Circumstantial evidence against Piazza is almost as strong as it is against Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens and Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa. A 62nd round draft pick in the 1988 draft and drafted only as a favor to his father, a close friend of Tommy Lasorda, Piazza wound up as the No. 1 home-run hitting catcher in major league history.

Yes, that is almost as strong as federal perjury cases, grand jury testimony, doping calendars, and receipts for steroid purchases. Because all longshot success stories must have cheated. Tom Brady? Juicehead. Cinderella? Boob job. We’ve got circumstantial evidence.

Piazza wasn’t a terrific catcher; he would have fared better as a designated hitter.

Well, except then… Oh, we won’t even get into it. Let’s just skip to the bacne.

Early in the column Sherman writes about Piazza’s acne-covered back. This was a physical feature I had always noticed with Piazza. Not that reporters spend their time in clubhouses looking at guys’ bare backs, but when a reporter is talking to a player at his locker before he puts on his uniform shirt or after he takes it off and he turns around to put something in or take something out of his locker his back is what is visible.

First of all, gross. Second, you just broke the cardinal rule, Murray Chass. Please turn in your BBWAA card immediately and let Jack Morris know that he will not benefit from your Hall of Fame vote next year. Never acknowledge checking out an indecent baseball player, ever. We thought you went to journalism school.

Now as naïve as I might have been about steroids, the one thing I knew was that use of steroids supposedly causes the user to have acne on his back. As I said, Piazza had plenty of acne on his back.

“Another thing I know about steroids is that they supposedly cause the user’s testicles to shrink. And one time in the Tigers’ clubhouse in 2000, I noticed that Bobby Higginson had some tiny testicles. Now I had never seen Higginson’s testicles before he started playing baseball so I have no idea if they shrank to that size, but hey, he had small testicles and he hit home runs. Obviously he was a steroid user.”

When steroids became a daily subject in newspaper articles I wanted to write about Piazza’s acne-covered back… But two or three times my editors at The New York Times would not allow it. Piazza, they said, had never been accused of using steroids so I couldn’t write about it. But wait, I said, if I write about it, I will in effect be accusing Piazza of using steroids and then someone will have accused him of using steroids.

This is the best logic we’ve heard since the Old Dirty [expletive] said, “I don’t have no trouble with you [expletiving] me, but I have a little problem with you not [expletiving] me.” Honestly, we have no idea how this line of reasoning didn’t work on the editors at the New York Times.

I always took the veto to stem from the Times ultra conservative ways

Ahem? (Also, you need an apostrophe there, chief. And probably a hyphen between ultra and conservative.)

but I also wondered if it maybe was the baseball editor, a big Mets’ fan, protecting the Mets.

Or doing his job.

Then all of a sudden the acne was gone… I heard a radio commercial for a product called Proactiv (cq) Solution… Piazza’s name was not on the list and his picture was missing from the group of pictures that adorned the site. So Proactiv Solution wasn’t the answer for his problem.

And since Proactiv is, as we all know, the only product on the market known to fight pimples, obviously Mike Piazza used steroids. It’s as clear as our skin was once we started using Accutane, Clearasil, Stridex and Oxy.

The conversation was aimed at eliciting if Piazza planned to play another season or would be retiring, but I also asked him about steroids.

“I don’t really think about stuff like that,” he responded. “I think in a way these investigations there’s a positive in putting the whole thing to rest. This game is very resilient. There will be a time when people will say there was an issue and they dealt with it.”

That’s probably true, but it’s going to take a really long time, because people like Murray Chass won’t shut up about Mike Piazza’s bacne.

His back is presumably clear in retirement.

We’re not so sure, Murray, and you should probably do some investigative reporting on this one.

But it was Piazza’s back that undermined Sherman’s column.

Is there video footage of that? Because Mike Piazza’s been denying rumors of his homosexuality for a long time, and it seems downright irresponsible for some unaffiliated blogger like Murray Chass to go spouting off rumors about Piazza “undermining” Joel Sherman’s “column” with his back, if that’s what they’re calling it these days.

I didn’t send an e-mail.

“Because I couldn’t figure out this newfangled thing.”

We actually feel kind of bad picking Murray Chass like this because he strikes us as a pathetic old man lashing out at something — Internet — that he still can’t wrap his head around, all while trying to come to grips with his own obsolesence on the very forum that has rendered him so. And that’s got to be tough, we get that. Tragic stuff.

But we make no pretenses to unbiased journalism, and we love Mike Piazza in a totally platonic, heterosexual way, and we couldn’t allow his good name to be sullied in this way. So Mike Piazza had bacne and then it went away. That makes him guilty of nothing more than being kind of gross.

…addendum, Friday, 10:34 a.m….

We want to go back to this line, briefly:

Piazza, they said, had never been accused of using steroids so I couldn’t write about it. But wait, I said, if I write about it, I will in effect be accusing Piazza of using steroids and then someone will have accused him of using steroids.

This might be the funniest thing we’ve ever read. We hope Chass is trying to be cutesy here, and we guess that’s his right. But if Chass — Mr. I’m-a-responsible-journalist-and-I-hate-blogs — was actually trying to pitch his stories using this type of Salem witchtrial rationale, it pretty much trivializes everything he’s ever written.

Guess what? We’ve heard that Murray Chass stomps puppies. Granted, no one’s ever accused him of that before, but guess what: We just did. Try to disprove it, Chass. The ball’s in your court.

Mets talk about their at-bat music

This is from late 2007 (as evidenced by Jeff Conine), but I’ve never seen it before. Sadly, few of the players say anything cool, but there are a couple of nuggets of Rickey Henderson-inspired awesomeness in the middle. Jeff Conine is predictably uninteresting.

David Wright likes the Beastie Boys. It’s really funny to hear David Newhan say, “gangster.”

The Pedro Feliciano part — dismissing all of it — is particularly entertaining in how boring it is. He is the most workmanlike dude imaginable. It’s kind of awesome.

One game Feliciano got out Ryan Howard, Chase Utley and Raul Ibanez on a total of six pitches or something, so I went to ask him about it, and he was just like, “yeah, that’s my job, I get lefties out.” So, trying to get something more out of him, I asked him if he got especially geared up for the Phillies with all their great lefties, and he was like, “nah, just doing my job, getting lefties out.”

About that right-handed bat

According to MLB Trade Rumors, Ryan Garko could be non-tendered by the San Francisco Giants.

If the Mets are really looking for a right-handed bat to complement Daniel Murphy at first base and are unwilling to give Nick Evans a shot, Garko might be a nice fit.

Garko will turn 29 in January and sports a career .887 OPS against lefties. He’s not a great defensive first baseman, but on the upside, he wears high socks and vaguely resembles Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.

Garko started 10 games in corner outfield positions last season. Also, my wife thinks he’s hot. I think he’s kind of goony looking, but there’s no accounting for taste I suppose.

Culture Jammin’: Mark McGrath

I’ve been so caught up in Winter Meetings nonsense this week that I’ve been totally remiss in weighing in on non-baseball nonsense.

Mark McGrath, in case you’re unfamiliar, is Sugar Ray.

You might argue that technically Mark McGrath is just the lead singer of the band Sugar Ray, but as my colleague Dave Tomar has pointed out at the Perpetual Post, Mark McGrath is quite obviously Sugar Ray. It’s pretty much indisputable.

You probably remember Sugar Ray from cheesy pop-rock hits like “Fly” and “Every Morning,” intolerable songs your high-school girlfriend made you listen to over and over again that one summer until you finally broke up with her because you couldn’t take it anymore.

OK, she dumped you because you didn’t look enough like Mark McGrath, but whatever, the songs sucked.

Anyway, one mildly interesting thing about Sugar Ray is that apparently before the breakout success of “Fly,” they made some pretty decent music. I didn’t listen to it, so I can’t really vouch for this, but my former roommate was a big pre-“Fly” Sugar Ray guy and used to defend them all the time, citing their debut album Lemonade and Brownies. I’m pretty sure he even played it for me, and though I can’t say I remember it, I support it in principle.

And apparently “Fly” was the only song on that album that sounded like “Fly.” Then the next album came out and every song sounded like “Fly.”

Whatever. So they sold out. A lot of bands sell out. It’s far from the most interesting thing about Mark McGrath.

By far the most interesting thing about Mark McGrath is that Mark McGrath knows absolutely everything about music. Seriously. Mark McGrath was on VH1’s celebrity Rock and Roll Jeopardy! a bunch of times and was completely dominant.

If I recall correctly, one time he was up by so much that they had to randomly award 500 dollars (I believe they were actually “points” in this case, because the proceeds were going to charity) to each of his opponents so they could even hold a Final Jeopardy!. Otherwise, it would have been just Mark McGrath, alone on the stage for the end of the show, because the other two guys were both in the red when Double Jeopardy! ended.

Also — and this is hazy — I’m pretty sure at one point the correct answer was actually the name of a soap opera that one of McGrath’s opponents was on at the time, at which point McGrath turned to the guy and said something like, “I think you better take this one, buddy.”

Then the guy still got it wrong before McGrath chimed in and got the points.

Honestly, I watch Jeopardy! in every form whenever it’s on, and I’ve never seen a contestant as outstanding as Mark McGrath was on celebrity Rock and Roll Jeopardy!.

And yet Mark McGrath chooses to make songs like “Someday.”

He knows about Stevie Wonder’s back catalog and the Buzzcocks’ greatest hits and the pioneers of New Age music, and he chooses to make bland adult contemporary radio pop.

I can’t determine if that’s depressing or hilarious or damning or what.

What happened here?

One of the more bizarre events of the Winter Meetings flew under the radar yesterday when the Mets diverted headlines with contract offers to Bengie Molina and Jason Bay.

The Rule 5 Draft is often meaningless and I am far from an expert in the subject, but it is a reasonable place to find a low-cost role-player, provided you’re willing to keep him on your 25-man roster. If not, you must send him back to the team from which you’ve taken him. That’s how it works.

Anyway, strange things were afoot yesterday. As I wrote:

The Mets took Carlos Monasterios from the Phillies in the Rule 5 Draft this morning. It’s not a big deal, but the Phillies only had 33 men on their 40-man roster so weren’t even close to protecting Monasterios, plus he didn’t even make the list of 14 guys Jonathan Mayo suggested at MLB.com, plus he only threw seven innings about Single A last season, plus this guy was available. The Mets must really like something about Monasterios, in other words.

Update, 10:02 a.m. And apparently Monasterios has been traded to the Dodgers for cash considerations.

It turned out, according to David Lennon, that scouts loved Monasterios, so there’s that. But enough to make up for the fact that he’d only thrown seven innings above Single A? I guess so. And no one even selected Yohan Pino, a guy who posted over a 4:1 K:BB ratio in over 120 innings across Double-A and Triple-A in 2009.

Shows what I know.

Anyway, the bottom line is the Mets, with 40-man roster spots available, turned the seventh overall pick in the Rule 5 draft — a solid opportunity to find a role player on the cheap — into cash considerations from the Dodgers.

It could be that the deal forebodes some future move with the Dodgers and was some sort of good faith move between the two clubs, as Lennon suggests. I have no idea.

In any case, it doesn’t mean much. But it’s certainly weird.

You bring up a good point, Joel Sherman

I was going to write a whole SNY.tv column about something, then Joel Sherman sort of scooped me. In today’s Post, he writes:

Ticket sales are lagging and fans are screaming for the Mets to make a meaningful acquisition.

And, poof, they suddenly were acknowledging making an offer yesterday to Jason Bay.

That’s a bit more cynical than the angle I was going to take, but the point is similar: We spend a ton of time weighing in on and reacting to reports from anonymous sources, but we almost never consider the motivations of anonymous sources.

Yesterday, after the Yankees had acquired Curtis Granderson, when Mets fans were starting to get impatient, after Scott Boras essentially called the Mets out in public, someone leaked word to Mike Francesa that an offer had been extended to Jason Bay.

Mike Francesa! You don’t leak information to Mike Francesa as a gesture of goodwill or good faith to a reporter who covers the team in good conscience every day, you leak information to Mike Francesa because it’s easier than standing on top of the Empire State Building shouting it into a 50-million watt megaphone while Twittering it into a Blackberry synchronized with a team of skywriting biplanes and the Goodyear blimp.

For whatever reason, the Mets desperately wanted us to know that they made an offer to Jason Bay.

I can think of a few possible explanations:

They really want Bay. Occam’s razor, right? The simplest explanation is often the best. The Mets could really believe that Bay’s power will play at Citi Field or that he’ll be a better value than Holliday, and so they are legitimately pursuing him and want their anxious fanbase to know it.

What Sherman says. By all accounts, ticket sales are slow. The Daily News has fueled a ton of paranoia that the Mets will not spend much money this offseason, so it could be that the team is extending offers to show fans that it is, indeed, willing to spend to improve this year. Bay pretty clearly is not going to accept the four-year, $65 million deal, since it’s only nominally larger than the one he was reportedly offered by the Red Sox, so it could very well be just for appearances.

They really want Holliday. If the deal is disingenuous, as Sherman seems to suggest, it could just as easily be an attempt to leverage perceived interest in Bay to drive down Matt Holliday’s price tag. I have no idea that that’s the case, and that’s probably wishful thinking on my part since I think Holliday’s a better fit, plus I think Scott Boras is probably too smart for that to work, but you never know.

Anyway as I’m writing this about six other blog posts have come out on the Internet wondering exactly the same thing about the motiviations, so apparently it’s not nearly as brilliant a realization as I initially assumed. Carry on.

Items of note

I’ve been avoiding this Tiger Woods nonsense altogether, but this is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever read.

Buddy Jake Rake argues that Baseball Prospectus has jumped the shark, and inspires debate at Baseball Think Factory.

Tom Verducci says the Phillies could land Roy Halladay. I know this is terrifying for Mets fans, but keep in mind that they’ll have to gut their farm system and sign him to a longterm extension to do so. It’d be very, very bad for the next couple of years, though.

Kerry Rhodes should take out his frustration on an opposing player, or at least wrap up on a tackle. I don’t understand why the Jets owe him anything beyond his paycheck. Eric Smith can actually tackle people, and so deserves to start.