I voted for the Padres and Rockies in that poll earlier this week, but I will always hold out hope for the massive tie scenario. Why? Because, as David Pinto writes, should it happen, “the three NL West teams would play a two-day single elimination tournament to determine the NL West winner. The three remaining teams would then play a two-day, single elimination tournament to determine the Wild Card winner.”
Manager stuff
So why, you might ask, don’t I care much about who the next manager of the Mets will be?
It isn’t because I think Jerry Manuel’s been an effective manager — I certainly don’t believe that. His penchant for bunting in ludicrous situations, either overusing or banishing relievers, and — his apparent going-away present — his refusal to make lineups that will best help the team get ready for 2011 are all infuriating.
But let’s face it: This Mets team wasn’t going to the playoffs, regardless of the manager. And without a comprehensive change in player evaluation — something accomplished above the manager’s pay grade — that will be true in 2011 and seasons to come.
Tons and tons of discussion about the Mets’ next manager lately, some of which Howard participates in later in this column. But the crux of this excerpt is right: It doesn’t really matter much who’s managing the team if the team isn’t operated better from the top.
Look: It’s best to have a field manager who doesn’t actively cost his team wins, and at times in 2010 it wasn’t clear that the Mets could boast that. And it’s not easy to manage Major League egos, balance the roster, maximize the arms in the bullpen, everything. All that stuff is hard, and there’s a reason fans of nearly every team in the Majors are certain their manager sucks.
But the manager pales in importance to general manager, and pales in importance to the players on the field, too. Sure, he is charged with getting the most out of them, with trying to motivate them to perform their best. But Major Leaguers must be pretty good at motivating themselves to make the Major Leagues.
Maybe a good manager provides some extra spark or squeezes a little bit of extra juice out of his players by instilling more confidence or using them in precisely the right situations to maximize their potential, I’ll grant that for sure. I’m not saying you can just shove any chump on the bench and all things will be equal.
I just don’t think any manager’s going to make a difference of much more than a couple of wins either way.
So to Mets fans freaking out over the few tidbits of Joe Torre nonsense like word came down that the four horseman are galloping through Flushing, I say two things: 1) It’s probably not that big of a deal if it does happen and 2) It’s probably not going to happen anyway.
The talk all along has been that the Mets are going to be reluctant to pony up the cash for Bobby Valentine, but they’re going to gladly fork it over to Joe Torre, a much less popular figure among their fanbase? I doubt it.
Megafauna!
Apparently before the Ice Age, Australia was dominated by absolutely tremendous and awesome creatures, some of which looked a lot like modern Australian creatures, only much larger. That’s not a kangaroo, this is a kangaroo. Also: terror bird sighting.
Matt Diaz: Hero?
The Braves lost to the Phillies last night, but platoon-bat extraordinaire Matt Diaz made headlines by tripping up a rogue Phillies fan (redundant, I know) that ventured onto the field in a red spandex jumpsuit and eluded security.
Enjoy the video while you can.
Presumably the fan was left-handed or Diaz would not have made contact.
Hey-yo.
Video game stuff
“Japan used to define gaming,” said Jake Kazdal, a longtime developer who has worked at Sega in Tokyo and the American game publisher Electronic Arts. “But now many developers just do the same thing over and over again.”
Part of Japan’s problem, Mr. Kazdal said, is a growing gap in tastes between players there and overseas. The most popular games in Japan are linear, with little leeway for players to wander off a defined path. In the United States, he said, video games have become more open, virtual experiences.
“Smarter developers in Japan are trying to reach out to the West,” Mr. Kazdal said. “They’re collaborating and trying to make games that have more global appeal.”
– Hiroko Tabuchi, New York Times.
Interesting read on how Japan has fallen behind the West in video-game design, which came as news to me.
And the point about more open, virtual experiences is an interesting one. Video games probably simulate reality better than any other artistic medium in that they provide the gamer some agency — limited by the world of the game, granted, and so not quite free will, but more control over the experience than is given to consumers of film or novels.
So it strikes me that as video games gain legitimacy as an art form — something that seems more or less inevitable — and a higher percentage of creative young minds begin dedicating themselves to game design, I imagine video games should present aesthetic experiences more thorough than those available in any earlier medium.
Does that make any sense? I guess I mean to say that, while a movie in which the protagonist makes a series of misguided choices that lead him down a desperate road to agony might be heartbreaking to watch, it seems like it would be exponentially more heartbreaking to be controlling the protagonist, making all those poor choices, and leading an avatar down that desperate road in the game world you control.
Of course, that’d make for a pretty crappy video game. And though I haven’t played many video games — especially of the non-sports variety — in years, it seems to me that they still lack the emotional timbre of good films and novels. So maybe it’s not to be.
Just thinking out loud I guess. I just really wanted a good excuse to mention an idea ex-roommate Mike and I came up with a while ago, I guess while we were hatching plans to design a video game or maybe just playing video games: The Mars Volta should score a video game. I think they’d be awesome at it, and that game would probably rule.
Baseball Show with Dillon Gee
Seems like a nice dude:
This whole thing
Let’s give Jeff Wilpon the benefit of the doubt here for a moment.
Let’s say he is not short-tempered. Tone deaf. A credit seeker. An accountability deflector. A micro-manager. A second-guesser. A less-than-deep thinker. And bad at self-awareness.
Fine, he’s none of these things. But here is the problem: This is his perception in the industry as the Mets try yet again to fix their baseball operations department.
Look: I’m not here to write a whole post defending Jeff Wilpon because everyone would just question my motivations and I’d have to deal with that whole thing again, and I’m just not in the mood.
And the truth is, I have no idea how business goes down in the Mets’ front office. I see what happens — the decisions not to eat sunk cost or invest in the draft, the pervasive inefficiency and misallocation of resources — but I have no idea who is responsible. Actually, it baffles me how so many other writers and bloggers could have such a firm grip on the precise inner workings of the Mets’ bureaucracy while I’m out here in the dark.
What I’m certain of is this, though: The media and fanbase love a bugaboo. When things go wrong like things have gone wrong for the Mets these last couple of years, we tend to oversimplify and identify a single problem in place of the much more complicated truth. So instead of acknowledging that the Mets have been mismanaged at almost all levels for the past several years, we say, “Jeff Wilpon! This is Jeff Wilpon’s fault! We must somehow get rid of Jeff Wilpon!”
But I seem to remember not long ago that it was all Tony Bernazard’s fault. And now Tony Bernazard is gone, receding shirtless into the sunset, and yet the Mets are still 15 games out of first place, two games under .500, playing meaningless games in September. Tony Bernazard, it turned out, was not the problem.
Smart money says Jeff Wilpon is not the problem either. For all I know he may be part of the problem, and hell, as the Mets’ COO he is the one ultimately responsible for the problem, but it likely took a lot more than one man to put together back-to-back losing teams with payrolls over $125 million. And a smart, strong, savvy GM — should the Mets find one — should have the ability to stand up to a meddling owner and politely advise against poor decisions.
One other thing: I’ve seen it written multiple places that Mets’ ownership lacks the motivation to put out a winning team because of the profitability of this network. Think that through. That logic assumes that the Wilpons see the Mets and SNY as businesses for generating profit, but that they somehow don’t realize that a winning team would generate more profit through ticket sales, ad revenue and television ratings.
Even if you’re certain Mets’ ownership is just about making money, winning is the best way to make money. The Mets have just been going about winning in all the wrong ways.
Recapping Jets-Pats with Brian Bassett
Shattered bat stuff
Jason from It’s About the Money, Stupid examines the terrifying thing that happened to Tyler Colvin yesterday and how it could have been prevented. I don’t know much about this stuff, but it’s no secret that maple bats shatter in more dangerous fashion than ash bats and something should be done to prevent another incident like that — or worse — from happening again.
Luis Hernandez’s tragic homerun
Just brutal to watch. And heroic, in some terribly pathetic way.
I mentioned this on Twitter, but Hernandez isn’t the first Mets’ middle infielder to suffer a season-ending injury on a home run. On Aug. 14, 1993, Tim Bogar injured his wrist sliding into home on an inside-the-park home run and was done for the year. It had been the game of Bogar’s life, incidentally — the inside-the-park job capped a two-double, two-homer day for the weak-hitting utility player.