Assessing the Johan

Last night, Johan Santana threw his third consecutive start in which he walked more batters than he struck out. He had never thrown two in a row before his effort against the Padres on Thursday.

For the season, Santana is striking out only 5.8 batters per nine innings, far below his career 9.0 rate. He is walking more batters than he has in any season since 2002, when he was still a wild 23-year-old. And for the first time in Santana’s career, the average velocity of his fastball has dipped below 90 mph.

None of that is good. To stat nerds like me, he appears a textbook case to regress: A pitcher who has been lucky to post a 3.13 ERA on the season, and who will inevitably soon allow more home runs per fly ball and a higher batting average on balls in play and end up with a line closer to his 3.81 FIP or his 4.70 xFIP.

And if Johan Santana was Kevin Millwood or Ramon Ortiz or someone I’d be saying just that. But Johan Santana is not some run of the mill innings eater. Johan Santana is a two-time Cy Young Award winner only a few years removed from being the most dominant pitcher in baseball. So I’m open to considering other possibilities, and searching for tangible reasons why he might be outperforming his peripherals.

Looking more closely at Santana’s Fangraphs page, it’s difficult to sort through what could be noise and the products of the still-small sample size for 2010. Plus it’s important to remember that Santana is coming off elbow surgery and has always been better in the second half.

Here’s something interesting I noticed, though: Over the past few years, Santana has been steadily yielding more contact that he ever did in Minnesota, though not much more contact on pitches inside the strike zone. His rate of contact induced on pitches outside of the zone has gone from around 51% in his last three seasons with the Twins to 59.8% in 2008, 62.5% in 2009, and 73.8% this season.

Santana’s throwing about as many pitches outside the zone as he always has, opposing batters are just hitting them more often. That could indicate that he’s lost some movement on his pitches, especially since he’s inducing fewer swinging strikes than ever before, but it could also explain some of the stat-belying success. Maybe Santana is more effectively inducing weak contact than ever before, relying more on popups and lazy flies than strikeouts.

Or maybe I’m grasping at straws. I’m a Mets fan, after all, and a Santana fan in particular.

But if someone’s going to do that — if some pitcher could figure out how to rely on weak contact and, despite a lackluster K:BB ratio and an unexceptional groundball rate, maintain an excellent ERA — wouldn’t it stand to reason that it’d be a brilliant pitcher like Santana?

He put a ton of mileage on his arm in Minnesota, and he’s a 31-year-old pitcher now with a history of elbow surgeries and an average fastball.

The decrease in strikeouts and uptick in walks are bad, no doubt, and hardly bode well for the remaining three years on his contract. But he’s still Johan Santana, and as long as the results are there, that has to count for something. I have faith in the predictive power of statistics, but I might have even more faith in Santana’s awesomeness.

Santana bowling for good

Greenberg was the wife of one of Santana’s agents, Ed Greenberg, and her death from melanoma in 2007 at 42 so profoundly affected the Met ace that he joined the fight against skin cancer. On Monday, a Mets off-day, he is hosting the Johan Santana All-Star Bowling Classic at Lucky Strike Manhattan to raise money for his foundation, which will donate the proceeds to programs dedicated to fighting skin cancer….

“We need to make people realize how bad this is and that it can happen to anybody,” Santana says. “We are all human beings, regardless of who you are or what you do. We are human beings and we’re exposed to everything. You go outside, you’re exposed. At the end of the day, we’re all fragile when it comes to illness and disease.”

There were an estimated 68,720 new cases of melanoma in the United States in 2009 and 8,650 deaths, according to the website for the National Cancer Institute.

Anthony McCarron, N.Y. Daily News.

This will be the first of two posts about Santana and I wanted to start with the good part. He’s taken up a cause that’s pretty important to me, and one that stands to benefit from mere awareness of the issue.

So here’s me doing my very small part. Charities love celebrity endorsements like Santana’s because they raise awareness to the press and public in addition to funds. I’m (vaguely) a member of the press, so I figured I’d spread the word. Wear sunscreen.

Also, the article mentions that Santana bowled a 160 at a bowling event he hosted in Minnesota a few years ago. I’m not a great or frequent bowler by any stretch, but I pretty often put up scores in that same range. So we may have found a sport I could beat Johan Santana at.

Larry’s last hurrah

According to David O’Brien of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution (via HardballTalk again), Chipper Jones has told people he will retire after this season.

Usually I enjoy greatness, even if it too often comes against the Mets, but Chipper is the one Hall of Fame-caliber player I always struggled to appreciate.

I wrote about this once before, way back in 2007. It was early August in my first year with press credentials, the Mets weren’t yet anywhere near collapsing, and Chipper had hit a 470-foot home run at Shea. So I wanted to write a column appreciating his dominance of the Mets:

But while Larry Wayne Jones, Jr. has certainly beat up on the Pirates as well, none of his children is named for Three Rivers Stadium or PNC Park. He calls his youngest Shea.

So I had to go to the source. With a large group of reporters, I waited as Chipper slowly pulled up a pair of black dress socks, put on shiny black leather shoes and tucked his sky-blue mock turtleneck (seriously, man, a mock turtleneck?) into sharply pressed black suit pants. Then he spoke:

“I’m not talking,” he said, contradicting himself. “I’ve been nice to you for long enough. Now y’all started crap. I’m not talking. Atlanta writers only.”

Jones was angry, apparently, about a story that ran in the New York Post involving Alex Rodriguez and the nation-wide steroid witchhunt. To punish one writer — or more accurately, one headline writer — Chipper elected not to speak to any of them. It makes sense. Have you ever gotten a subpar sandwich from a deli? What other reasonable response could there be than to swear off delis altogether, forgoing any delicious sandwiches you might have found elsewhere?

Because I wanted to write a post that presented Chipper’s achievements — if not the man himself — in a positive light. I can’t, though, and I’m glad for it….

Now, I can continue to despise this fixture in the Braves lineup. I can revile his beady little eyes and moronic chin goatee all I want, without any guilt. And the next time the Braves come to town, you better believe I’ll be leading the chorus:

Lar-ry! Lar-ry!

If what Chipper’s supposedly saying is true, Larry Jones will likely walk out of the Mets’ home park for the last time on Sept. 19. I will be there.

Granted, it’s even money Chipper will be hurt then, and there’s always a chance the two teams will meet again in the playoffs. But I want to see how the Shea Faithful send Chipper off. Will he get the ovation Reggie Miller received at Madison Square Garden? Or will he suffer one last round of “Lar-ry” jeers?

Tell Mark Sanchez something he doesn’t know

In his on-air remarks, Sanchez joked that he’d gotten grief from teammates for his love of theater….

After engaging Sanchez in a bit of small talk, Chenoweth gave bystanders in the backstage lounge a good laugh as she walked away, exclaiming rather loudly, “and by the way, you’re hot!”

Gatecrasher, N.Y. Daily News.

How ’bout the Sanchise, pulling the old “jock with a sensitive side” bit, straight out of American Pie. Oh, your tough-guy teammates make fun of your for loving the arts? Pobrecito! You’ll just have to take comfort in the arms of all the lovestruck Broadway fans currently eating this up.

And Mark Sanchez knows he’s hot, Kristin Chenoweth. He’s human, after all. He saw that heartbeat commercial too.

The Fernanchise!

“We have a new leader in the Most Likely to Get Severely Injured During a Walk-Off HR Celebration contest.” – Mike Salfino.

Yeah, after what happened to Kendry Morales, watching Martinez’s teammates jump all over him like that is damn near terrifying. I was even scared watching him maneuver around the opposing players walking off the field.

Also, it’s awesome and hilarious that the mascots are a part of the walk-off celebration, especially since last year I spent about a half hour in the bowels of Coca Cola Field with the guys inside those mascots, and they were themselves awesome and hilarious. I’m not sure if the same fellas are in the suits this year, but here’s (a small fraction) of that, from June. Also, terrible hair day. Good lord man, pack some gel next time:

Conflicting fish stuff from Florida

Apparently (and predictably) PETA is upset that the Marlins intend to put real fish tanks behind home plate in their awesome-looking new park.

PETA suggested the Marlins use robotic fish instead of real ones.

This is conflicting for me, and difficult to reconcile with my pro-robot, anti-PETA agenda. It’s the whole animatronic groundhog debate again.

I’m going to side with the Marlins on this one, though — all due respect to robot-fish — for a couple of reasons:

1) According to the HardballTalk story linked above, robot-fish cost about $250K each. Figure they’re going to need at least 10 to fill their tanks, and all of a sudden you’re talking about money that could be redirected to locking up Giancarlo Cruz-Michael Stanton.

2) While robots are cool, actual saltwater fish are awesome. No need to gild the lily. I imagine given a tank full of real fish and a tank full of robot fish, I’d probably check out the robot fish for a while because of the novelty factor, then go stare at the real fish for longer. Look at all the colors! How do they even make fish that look like that? Do they fry well?

Also, just look at how sweet this looks. Beats a brick or stone wall anyday:

Gilbert Arenas on shark attacks

There are these things called shark attacks, but there is no such thing as a shark attack. I have never seen a real shark attack….

We’re humans. We live on land.

Sharks live in water.

So if you’re swimming in the water and a shark bites you, that’s called trespassing. That is called trespassing. That is not a shark attack.

A shark attack is if you’re chilling at home, sitting on your couch, and a shark comes in and bites you; now that’s a shark attack. Now, if you’re chilling in the water, that is called invasion of space. So I have never heard of a shark attack.

When I see on the news where it’s like, ‘There have been 10 shark attacks,’ I’m like, ‘Hey, for real?! They’re just running around? Sharks are walking now, huh! We live on the land, we don’t live underwater.’

Gilbert Arenas, NBA.com blog.

Ahhh, that’s a reasonable point I guess. I’ve got nothing.

Hat tip to my buddy Ron for an old link that I somehow missed.

UPDATE, 6:15 a.m.: Devon points out that Gilbert Arenas stole — or borrowed, or sampled — the shark joke from a comedian named Ian Edwards.