Embarrassing Photoshop of Cole Hamels emerges

Seth tipped me off to this one, courtesy of his friend Kim, via, of all places, the Citizens Bank Park scoreboard:

This is obviously amazing on face, especially knowing that they’re actually putting this on the scoreboard at Phillies games, which implies: A) This is something the Phillies — or at least their scoreboard operators — expect the city of Philadelphia to rally behind and B) There probably exists something equally goofy of Shane Victorino.

If you look closely, you’ll notice that this is clearly the work of a master Photoshopper working off this promo image for the 1989 Patrick Swayze movie Roadhouse and not a staged Hamels re-enactment of said image. Our man Cole can’t boast guns like those or hair like that. Presumably the scoreboard gimmick seen here puts players’ faces on their film heroes, like something you’d pay 18 bucks for at an amusement park when you were 7.

Since the earliest days of the Embarrassing Photos of Cole Hamels archive, I have resisted the urge to include Photoshopped images of Hamels, mostly because there is no shortage of undoctored embarrassing photos of Hamels.

But I make the rules around here, and I have decided to make an exception in this case. For one thing, this particular Photoshop appears to be an officially sanctioned one. For another, I feel I should include it to shame Cole for opting to go with the movie choice Chase Utley convinced him would be cool and not the one he had in his heart:

Good news about Zack Wheeler

So this guy’s on board.

Sure seems like Chipotle is the fast-food chain of choice for Minor Leaguers, and I guess that makes a lot of sense. Presumably you work up a pretty huge appetite being a professional baseball player, and Chipotle serves a ton of food at reasonable rates — important when you’re living on a $25 a day per diem or whatever it is. Plus, compared to most of the other quick options in a lot of Minor League towns, it’s probably reasonably healthy. Also, it’s delicious.

Hat tip to Andrew Vazzano.

Blaming great players: Nothing new

The fatal weakness of the great Sox slugging teams was not-quite-good-enough pitching rather than Williams’ failure to hit a home run every time he came to bat. Again, Williams’ depressing effect on his teammates has never been proved. Despite ample coaching to the contrary, most insisted that they liked him. He has been generous with advice to any player who asked for it. In an increasingly combative baseball atmosphere, he continued to duck beanballs docilely. With umpires he was gracious to a fault. This courtesy itself annoyed his critics, whom there was no pleasing. And against the ten crucial games (the seven World Series games with the St. Louis Cardinals, the 1948 playoff with the Cleveland Indians, and the two-game series with the Yankees at the end of the 1949 season, winning either one of which would have given the Red Sox the pennant) that make up the Achilles’ heel of Williams’ record, a mass of statistics can be set showing that day in and day out he was no slouch in the clutch. The correspondence columns of the Boston papers now and then suffer a sharp flurry of arithmetic on this score; indeed, for Williams to have distributed all his hits so they did nobody else any good would constitute a feat of placement unparalleled in the annals of selfishness.

John Updike, Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu.

That is not to compare Carlos Beltran (or David Wright or Jose Reyes or Matt Kemp or Alex Rodriguez) to Ted Williams, the second-best hitter in the history of baseball, only to show that the Blame-Mighty-Casey phenomenon is nothing new among media or fans.

Also, if you haven’t read the Updike piece, run don’t walk. Hat tip to Tom Boorstein for reminding me of it.

The human element

The stupid, stupid Braves took a walk-off victory over the lovable, upstart Pirates in the 19th inning last night on this call. No doubt you know about it already because the Internet is on fire this morning. What’s to be done about these terrible umpires?

Umpire Jerry Meals admitted, upon viewing the replay, that he blew the call. He said he thought Pirates catcher Michael McKenry missed the tag, so he ruled Julio Lugo safe. So that sucks. It sucks for the Pirates and their fans, most of all, but it sucks for Meals and it sucks for baseball to have an otherwise awesome game end on an umpiring mistake.

But I am still not convinced that umpiring is getting worse. I’ve been through this before. Why would it be? Has there been a massive overhaul in personnel? Have the standards for umpires slipped? The players are getting better, the executives shrewder. Every other aspect of baseball, we think, is improving as the game is honed and sharpened with time. Why would just this one be systematically decaying?

All games are broadcast in high definition now, with more camera angles and HD super slow-mo replay. We notice more umpiring mistakes because we have the technology with which to see them. Plays that we might have shrugged off as close calls five years ago we now know to be wrong and cite as evidence in the case for robot umpires.

Plus, there’s confirmation bias at play. We have decided that umpiring has gotten worse, so every time a bad call is made, we say, “oh, another bad call! Man, the umpiring has sucked this year!” But as far as I know there’s no good way to prove that the quality of umpiring actually has changed, since there’s no way to retroactively watch games from the 50s in HD with all these camera angles.

(I am open to this possibility, though I’m probably letting my imagination run wild here: It could be that the new technologies have put so much pressure on umpires that they now overthink calls like the one last night, in which the ball beat Lugo to the plate by several feet.)

Of course, that’s immaterial. Even if it has always been this way, it can still be improved. There’s no reason to hamper the game any more than it should be by the human element, and if there’s a way to conveniently add a replay official to clear up close calls in an efficient manner, so be it.

But — and I think this came up in the comments section here before — expanding replay in baseball exposes the league to some rather nefarious possibilities. Unlike those in the NFL, most baseball broadcasts are handled by regional sports networks in contract with teams. Those networks stand to benefit if the teams they cover succeed. I’ve seen the way things work inside regional sports networks and I don’t imagine such conspiracies would exactly run rampant, but expanding replay in the game would mean putting some small element of how the game is judged into partial hands.

And last I checked, robots can’t even make pancakes or fold laundry. Screaming about this stuff is great fun, I realize, but for now, maybe it’s best we all settle down, accept that humans mess stuff up constantly, and start coming up with real, feasible solutions.

Justin Turner: A starter?

Over at Amazin’ Avenue, Eric Simon examines Justin Turner’s rookie season. While the conclusion makes sense — Turner should be relegated to the bench with Daniel Murphy starting at second and Lucas Duda at first — I’d add a couple of points to defend our man Turner:

First, though Turner’s batting average on balls in play may have been extremely high before June, it was also extremely low in June, and now back up in July. Across the largest possible sample — the whole season — it’s a very reasonable .312; these things have a way of evening out.

Turner’s .277/.343/.365 line does not appear to be aided by luck, and is in fact slightly better than the Major League average .256/.319/.379 mark for second basemen in 2011. By wOBA, Turner has been right around the middle of the pack of second basemen with more than 300 plate appearances.

Of course, the idea is to have good hitters at every position, not just average ones. And if Murphy can capably field the keystone, the Mets might very well have that in house. But Turner — based on his first half-season, at least — appears more than adequate in a utility role or filling the short half of a platoon at second.

That’s worth something. Remember how we all went on and on about how teams should be able to find a cost-controlled guy for the Alex Cora job that’s better than Alex Cora so they don’t have to pay Alex Cora? Here you go: Justin Turner.

And yeah, I realize that saying a guy is better than Alex Cora is pretty much the definition of damning with faint praise, plus none of this contradicts any of what Simon said in his original post. I guess I’m saying we should be thankful that the Mets are now in a situation wherein we can legitimately argue that a 26-year-old second baseman with an above-average OPS for his position should be benched, because it shows how quickly the new administration (and the last one in its final days) have worked to foster organizational depth.

I’d still give Turner some starts against lefties to keep him in the mix, though he hasn’t demonstrated any platoon split to speak of. I’ll add that it’s funny how first impressions work: It seems like there are a lot of Mets fans ready to anoint Turner second-baseman-for-life and send Duda packing on the next bus to Buffalo.

SIERA missed

At Baseball Prospectus, Colin Wyers explains why the site is abandoning its ERA estimator SIERA and details some of the failures of that stat and xFIP compared to FIP and plain-old ERA. It’s a dense read, but worth the effort. It’s a good reminder that all the best efforts to assess baseball teams and players are always works in progress. It’s fun — and valuable, in my opinion — to stay up on the latest thinking, but if you want to cite any one stat as gospel, you should remember that there’s a pretty good chance it’ll go out of vogue within a couple of years.

Flock of seagulls

It is a perennial late-game conversation starter at Giants home games: “How do the gulls know to swarm to the ballpark during the ninth inning?”…

This season, the Western gulls, which nest on Alcatraz and other nearby shorelines, have been swooping into stands even earlier, gobbling up dropped fries, soiling fans and prompting officials to consider using falcons to chase them away.

John Upton, N.Y. Times.

Do it. Do it.

Of course, the article goes on to detail how the falcons would be professionally controlled, curtailing my fantasy of a scenario wherein the Giants were then forced to bring in some larger bird of prey to control the out-of-control falcon population, and so on, turning every night at AT&T Park into an airborne avian royal rumble.

Also, it’s worth noting that I really hate seagulls. Like way more so than most urban and suburban scavenger pests. Is that worth noting?