Honestly, what is it about Philadelphia?

Could this happen in any other city? A grown-ass drunk man deliberately vomiting on a little girl. Despicable. Kind of hilarious, but despicable.

I want to believe that everything I think about Phillies fans is fallout from confirmation bias and the like, plus I know these are isolated incidents, but man, it doesn’t seem like even Yankee fans sell sex for World Series tickets or intentionally barf on children.

UPDATE, 11:13 a.m. I realize that terms like “despicable” sound rather sanctimonious, something I generally like to avoid. But let the record show I’m typing it while shaking my head more in disbelief than in actual fury. 

Lookout Landing compiles All-Austen team

C: Taylor Hill Teagarden
1B: Joshua S. Whitesell
2B: Brent Stuart Lillibridge
SS: Clifton Randolph Pennington
3B: James Gordon Beckham III
LF: Aaron R. Cunningham
CF: Jonathan Eugene Van Every
RF: Joshua David Willingham
DH: Thomas James Everidge

Jeff Sullivan, Lookout Landing.

It goes on from there, and it’s an impressive and well-compiled list to be sure. I’ve never considered an All-Jane Austen team, perhaps because of my general distaste for Jane Austen.

Brent Lillibridge, though, would likely also crack the middle infield of my All-Dickens team, which would probably look somewhat similar to the All-Jane Austen team, except the names would be a bit less WASP-y and a bit more, ahh, whimsical I guess?

Candidates for the squad: Lillibridge, Lastings Milledge, Chone Figgins, Norris Hopper, Calvin Pickering (who’s no longer playing but clearly needs to be included), Ty Wigginton, Grady Sizemore, Nolan Reimold, Willie Bloomquist, Taylor Teagarden, Blake Hawksworth, Burke Badenhop.

Tony Tarasco: Some sort of stoned, expletive-laced New York-baseball answer to Forrest Gump

It’s probably the most talked about Yankee at-bat song since 1999, when outfielder Tony Tarasco made news by striding to the plate as the Stadium sound system blasted a profanity-laced version of “Tommy’s Theme” by The Lox. Tarasco later claimed he had requested an edited version of the tune, but the part-time scoreboard operator deemed responsible was fired almost immediately.

N.Y. Daily News.

Wow, I do not remember that happening. Actually, looking over the dates of Tarasco’s brief stint with the Yankees in 1999, I realize there’s a solid chance this went down during the two-week vacation to Spain my friends and I somehow convinced our high school to let us count for a senior project.

I have to figure I would have heard about it if I wasn’t 3000 miles away, given my interest in at-bat music and profanity.

Anyway, it strikes me that Tony Tarasco, despite playing only one season as a Major League regular and amassing barely 1000 at-bats, has been at or near the center of at least three notable New York baseball incidents.

Recall that in Game 1 of the 1996 ALCS, Tarasco was the Orioles’ right-fielder who didn’t catch the ball that 12-year-old Jeffrey Maier, perhaps the world’s least-deserving owner of a Wikipedia page, pulled into the bleachers for an improperly ruled home run.

Tony Tarasco also played an integral role in the Mets’ 2002 Up in Smoke tour, as the driver when rookie reliever Mark Corey fell victim to what just might be the only recorded marijuana-induced seizure in medical history.

To boot, Tarasco’s own Wikipedia page claims he played with TedQuarters hero Tsuyoshi Shinjo in Japan in 2000, and is the cousin of Jimmy Rollins.

Moneyball movie happening

Pitt obviously is committed to seeing this through. Many felt he would jump after Sony execs halted production on the Steven Soderbergh version of Moneyball, days before shooting was supposed to get underway last summer. That version had a $58 million price tag, and a docu-drama visual style that didn’t match the down-the-middle drama that was written by Stan Chervin and Steve Zaillian. Presumably, Pitt will be rewarded with a stronger back-end definition that gives him a bigger payday if the film succeeds…

Mike Fleming, Deadline.com.

I think plenty of people would argue that Brad Pitt’s back-end definition couldn’t possibly be any stronger, but color me psyched for the Moneyball movie regardless.

I would have cast Norm MacDonald as Billy Beane, partly because he sort of looks like Billy Beane and partly because if I were making a movie I’d probably cast Norm MacDonald in the lead even if it were the next Harry Potter or Shaft or whatever.

Regardless, this should be interesting, if not necessarily an exciting movie. Here’s hoping it successfully conveys the actual ideas presented in Moneyball. Movies are a good way to get worthwhile information to people who refuse to read books.

Craig Calcaterra on 300-game winners

One of the reasons sports journalism gets disrespected so much is that it is standard operating procedure to simply repeat evidence-free and even counter-factual assertions about things and no one cares. Case in point: the “no one will ever reach 300 wins again” meme, which gets repeated three or four times a year by people who should know better….

The last four 300 game winners all pitched in five man rotations and in the era of bullpen specialization. Only Greg Maddux had more than 36 starts in any one season. A five man rotation may cut down on wins per season, but in reducing workloads it may very well lengthen careers.  To cite these factors as bars to another pitcher winning 300 games is simply and unexcusably ignorant.

Craig Calcaterra, HardballTalk.

Amen. Making sweeping predictions about the rest of baseball’s future is one of my biggest pet peeves, especially when they involve plateau’s as eminently reachable as 300 wins. As Craig points out, we’ve seen several people in the last decade pointed to as the last 300-game winner. When will people learn to stop saying that?

And I’ll add to Craig’s point that the five-man rotation doesn’t necessarily prevent a pitcher from reaching 300 games: the five-man rotation is hardly set in stone for the rest of baseball’s history.

It certainly seems, right now, like pitching top starters on four days’ rest is the best way to maximize their efforts while keeping them healthy for the long haul, but who knows what we’ll learn in the next 20 years? The next 40 years?

The game is constantly evolving, and so it’s not unreasonable to expect someone to come up with some way to reshuffle pitching staffs so that the top starters pitch more frequently, or that a certain pitcher on the staff is in position to earn more wins. Maybe Rick Peterson’s work in biomechanics will advance to the point that in 15 minutes he’ll be able to know how many pitches a hurler’s arm could handle in a season. Sounds unlikely, but probably Tommy John surgery did once, too.

Nathan’s Pretzel Dog < Biscuitdog

Sorry about the utter lack of posts this afternoon. I’m at Citi collecting some material for The Baseball Show and enduring more Internet difficulties.

Because I couldn’t get online until just now, I set out to enjoy my first Nathan’s Pretzel Dog, which I weighed in on a few weeks ago.

It was surprisingly hard to find — I went to three stands that sold Nathan’s Hot Dogs before I found one that sold Nathan’s Pretzel Dogs. It was on the Field level, just to the first-base side of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda, at a stand called “Hot Dogs.”

The product itself is good, but not all I hoped it would be. To be fair, probably nothing could live up to the expectations I set for the combination of pretzel and hot dog. I powered through it without thinking to take a picture, so you’ll have to just picture it in your head.

Probably better that way, anyway. It really doesn’t look as great in real life as it did in my mind. There were no beams of light emanating from it or anything, and it wasn’t presented to me accompanied by triumphant classical music. Just a hot dog wrapped in a pretzel.

It tasted like that, too. And I love both those things, so I thought it was good. No synergy, though. Nothing popped, you know?

It did remind me, though, of one of my great culinary experiments of yesteryear. Back before I moved to the suburbs and secured myself a backyard in which to grill stuff, I had to invent foodstuffs in various tiny Brooklyn apartments.

One such invention was Biscuitdog, which is exactly what it sounds like, except it’s not a dog biscuit. Oh, and I threw some bacon and cheese in there, too, because I’m like that.

It’s a hot dog, wrapped in bacon, covered in cheese, wrapped in a biscuit and baked. It tasted like a biscuit-wrapped-pork-wrapped beef miracle, and it looked like this:

Does that look a little too biscuity? Trick question: There’s no such thing as too biscuity. Also, I’ll thank you not to question Biscuitdog.

Former roommate Mike didn’t. Look at him tear into that sucker:

Well now I want Biscuitdog, or at least a biscuit.

At least I have the best Mets lineup we’ve seen so far this young season to tide me over. Angel Pagan and Ruben Tejada in the same game? Good night to be here. Beautiful night for baseball, too.

You tell ’em, Cowboy

“They’re two of the best teams in baseball. Why are they playing the slowest? It’s pathetic and embarrassing.”

Umpire Joe West, as told to the Bergen Record.

West’s comments are meant to defend his colleague, the widely reviled Angel Hernandez, for not granting time to several Yankees and Red Sox during Tuesday’s game in Boston.

I watched, and it did look weird to see Hernandez denying Derek Jeter time. How dare he! Then again, it looked pretty weird to see so many Yankees and Sox calling time so frequently, but I wasn’t sure if I was just noticing it more than I normally would because Hernandez wasn’t granting it, so I was paying attention.

Either way, West’s probably right. I’m not sure if the Yankees or Sox step out of the box or more frequently than any other teams, but if he and his crew are under the gun to speed up games, then by all means, deny Jeter his precious batting-glove adjustment time.

It’ll ameliorate all the sportswriters who are so bent out of shape about the length of the games, at the very least.

It does, however, fly right in the face of something Cowboy Joe West himself says on his spoken word album about baseball, Diamond Dreams:

It’s the only sport where you can manage right along with the manager. In no other sport can you do that.
You can’t do it in basketball, because you don’t know what play they called.
And in football, as soon as the ball is snapped, everybody’s running into each other.
But in baseball, it’s all pretty, and it’s all out there for you to see it.
And this game’s not run with a clock; it can last forever.

More importantly, umpire Joe West has a spoken word album. I’m obviously buying that.

UPDATE: I really thought I’d be the first to bring to the blogosphere, or at least refresh to the blogosphere, news of Joe West’s musical exploits. But then, upon finishing this post, I went to my Google Reader and noted that Big League Stew beat me to the punch. Check that site out for more on this West thing.

Walks and excitement not mutually exclusive

Not long ago The Rivalry was about Manny and Papi. Jeter and Mo. It was about bloody socks, Pedro tossing Zimmer and everyone hating A-Rod on both sides of the field.

Now the symbol of Yankees-Red Sox is Nick Johnson looking at pitches….

He fit the style the Yankees want to play, the style that now defines the Chinese Water Torture aspect of The Rivalry.

Johnson’s walk gave the Yanks the lead, Cano homered in the ninth, and Alfredo Aceves, Joba Chamberlain and Mariano Rivera delivered strong relief. So there is a rubber match tonight in this season-opening series. The over-under already has been established at 300 pitches, bring some Red Bull.

The Rivalry is now Nick Johnson. Walk don’t run.

Joel Sherman, N.Y. Post.

OK, first of all — and maybe this is something personal, something about the way I enjoy baseball — I find walks plenty exciting. Maybe not exciting in the way I find a Jason Statham movie exciting, but there’s something thrilling about a marathon at-bat ending in a walk, like the one David Wright drew after nine pitches from Josh Johnson on Monday.

Also, command of the strike zone is a big part of what made all the great players Sherman cites in the Rivalry so awesome — especially Pedro and Rivera.

Moreover — and this is the important part — taking pitches makes you a better hitter. Johnson’s ability to not swing at balls should be lauded, because it forces pitchers to throw him strikes, meaning he will either see pitches to hit or get on base via walk. That’s like the whole point.

That’s basically why they made the rule about walking in the first place, back whenever baseball was invented. Otherwise there’d be no impetus for pitchers to ever throw anything worth swinging at, and games would be way, way more boring than the ones Sherman laments.

I play in a pickup baseball game in Brooklyn on weekends. Many of the players involved — myself included — suck hilariously, but because the level is so low, it provides insight into the derivation of some of baseball’s fundamental logic, and how perfectly woven the rules of baseball really are.

Because, in this game, everyone prefers putting the ball in play to taking a base on balls, early on — before I started playing — the game’s organizers decided that batters should have the option to not take a walk if they earned one, instead resetting the count so they would have the opportunity to swing the bat more.

Unbeknown to me, walks became stigmatized, and so when I started jogging down to first base upon looking at a 3-1 pitch well off the plate in my first plate appearance, the catcher followed me and gently told me that no one really ever takes bases in the game — everyone opts to reset the count, especially the first time through.

That remained the norm for a while. But in time, guys who had no business being on the mound started pitching more frequently, since there was no penalty for wildness. At-bats and innings became interminable, and playing the field downright boring. Eventually, the leader dudes decided we had to eliminate the resetting rule and force people to walk again.

After a few Ollie Perez-style walk-fests, the wildest “pitchers” quit trying.

Now, only pitchers who can get the ball over the plate pitch, and so every player gets what the guys were hoping to achieve with the optional-walk rule in the first place: a whole lot more good opportunities to swing the bat and put the ball in play. Walks fundamentally make baseball more exciting.

Obviously Nick Johnson is playing baseball on a whole different level than I am, but Red Sox pitchers — like everyone else — know by now that he won’t swing at a pitch that’s not over the plate. He forces them into a decision: They can nibble around the corners and risk handing Johnson a free pass, or put pitches over and hope Johnson doesn’t beat them swinging.

Johnson might not always make the most of his opportunities when he does swing the bat. He doesn’t have the power of Manny or Ortiz or the speed of Jeter. But Johnson, thanks to his discerning eye, secures better opportunities for himself to drive the ball and, by getting on base so much, for his team to score runs.

That’s exciting, I think.

The Internet wins again

Something in John Harper’s column about Jorge Posada today caught my eye:

Molina, the Blue Jays’ backup this season, is one of the best in the game at such subtleties. Last season David Cone, the ex-Yankee pitcher and broadcaster, said of Molina, “I think he gets more borderline strikes for his pitchers because he’s so good at framing them than just about any catcher in the game.”

Reading it, I realized that with pitchFX data widely available and the sample of pitches even a backup catcher receives so great, this must be something that might be measured with some reasonable degree of accuracy.

And lo, it has. Two weeks ago, to be specific, by Bill Letson at Beyond the Boxscore.

The Internet rules.

And perhaps the real winner here? David Cone. By Letson’s comprehensive study, Jose Molina ranked first among all catchers who received at least 1000 pitches in framing pitches in 2008 and second in 2009. Good eye, Coney.

What’s more, the data seems to show that the difference between the best and worst catchers at framing pitchers could make a pretty significant impact on a team across the course of a season — as in multiple, perhaps even double-digit wins.

That seems nuts, I realize. Letson admits he has no way to separate the catchers in the study from the set of pitchers they’re receiving, and admits there’s work to be done in the study to see how it holds up over time. But it’s a remarkably thorough piece of analysis, much of which flies way over my head.

As for the guys on the Mets these days? Both Rod Barajas and Henry Blanco ranked out slightly above average in 2008 and 2009. Both Josh Thole and Omir Santos were slightly below in 2009. Thole was a bit worse than Santos, but still not as bad, according to the study, as a good number of more established Major League catchers like Gerald Laird, Kenji Johjima, Rob Johnson and Ryan Doumit.

Brian Schneider, incidentally, ranked ever-so-slightly below average in 2008 and 2009, closer to the middle of the pack than Thole and Santos. It will be interesting to see how he fares compared to the rest of the Phillies’ catchers in 2010 — it could be that he’s actually good at framing pitches but something about the movement of balls thrown by pitchers on the Mets’ staff made them difficult to frame.