Archive for Naming Names

The ZOMG Files: Fat Sox

As you may have heard, certain sinister Boston layabouts spent much of the 2011 season acting like doobage enthusiasts sans doobage. Well, America’s Worst Sports SectionTM is back on the case like a maggot on a leach on a lamprey, and they have a gallery that invites you to decide, with gentle nudging from America’s Worst Sports SectionTM, whether certain key members of the Red Sox got fat as the season deepened and the KFC boxes and cans emptied of shitty beer mounted. Here’s one representative photo of the previously un-indicted Clay Buchholz:

If you’re like me, then so moved were you by the implications of the photo above that you began scampering around on all fours, rooting at the floors, sprouting cloven hooves, and making your finest and most bellowing hog-to-the-slaughter noises. Look, will you, at that indolent sworper of a man in the second photo! The Caligulan excesses! The betrayal of The Nation! Fack!

By all means, peruse the entire gallery. It’s striking how lighting and angles can reveal before God and all The Fat and The Lazy.

So shape up, Sox, or that guy in Globe mail room who knows Photoshop will give you all piggy snouts.

(A piece of fried chicken shared like the strand of pasta in “Lady and the Tramp”: HBT)


Heard This: Other Pro Baseballers Using Fake Names


Believe it.

By now you’ve heard that legendary Marlins’ closer Leo Nunez (28) is actually Juan Carlos Oviedo (29). Eric Augenbraun has nicely filled in the details. It is a sad situation, and one hopes that Oviedo (who probably just didn’t want people back home in the Dominican to know he was playing for the Pirates and Royals) manages to resolve things and gets back to playing in the majors again soon.

However, the truth has to come out, and our crack Investigative Reporting Investigation Team has unearthed many other major leaguers players and even executives are working under assumed names. Read on for The Truth, and don’t say you weren’t warned. Your world may never be the same.

Assumed Name: Real Name

Alex Gordon: Jim Halpert

Jason Bay: Alexei Ramirez

Scott Baker: Joe Randa

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My 2011 Least Valuable Player Picks

It’s that time of year again. As we get ready to turn the calendar over to September, another glorious season of baseball enters its final stretch. Indeed, if the baseball season were equivalent to rounding the bases, we’d presently be about one fifth of the way between third base and home. (I’ll leave it to the boundless imaginations of NotGraphs readers to determine, if the baseball season was a romantic interlude, what stage of hot-and-heaviness it would be in.)

It is the time of year that baseball scribes from around the country begin to pen their obligatory MVP and Cy Young ballot articles. It is the time of the year that we realize that the ballots of most baseball scribes make absolutely no logical sense. It is the time of year when a (particularly ossified) cadre of scribes become intellectual contortionists as they attempt to justify their decisions not to vote for the clearly most deserving player. What a special time of year!

Rather than wade pointlessly into the MVP discussion (that’s the job of my robot colleagues over at FanGraphs), I will use this space to join in the NotGraphs tradition of celebrating mediocrity with absolutely no concern for objective reality or standardized criteria.

Here are my Least Valuable Player picks to this point in the season:

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Best Tools 2011: NotGraphs Edition

Travis Snider has a tool.

As I noted last week in a FanGraphs post aimed both at the heart and the head, Baseball America recently released its Best Tools issue. For those who possess an unhealthy fascination with the hairless youths that populate minor-league baseball, the Best Tools issue represents an opportunity to learn which of those youths precisely owns the best power or best defense or best fastball in each respective league — and in the major leagues, too.

The problem, of course, is that the majority of BA’s readership is concerned with things like “facts” — which (i.e. facts), while interesting for a period, eventually begin to pall.

We at NotGraphs are concerned not with facts — what legendary filmmaker and frightening dinner companion Werner Herzog refers to as the “accountant’s truth” — but rather ecstatic truth. That is, the truth that ought to be true.

Thus, we thusly present the following: a hastily assembled, and totally unsupported, list of the “tools” most relevant to the ordinary fan, just sitting at home on his couch, thinking unkempt thoughts about Sofia Vergara and liniment.

Note that all dissent will fall on deaf ears — or, at least, the one deaf ear that the author sustained during a swimming accident as a 7-year-old. The same author will gladly accept any and all notes, however — especially if it allows him (read: me) to squeeze another short post out of this thinnest of pretenses.

To the truth, in no order whatsoever:

Best Mustache/Beard Situation: Travis Snider

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The Brewers’ “Jack Moore Problem”

I am a Cardinals fan. Our own Jack Moore is a Brewers fan. These are well and good facts and signifiers of a healthy Republic. Still, these allegiances have put us at cross purposes this season, despite the NotGraphs ties — sexy, buckled latex ties — that bind.

Generalissimo Cistulli is fond of calling Mr. Moore “America’s Kid Brother,” but of late I sense a darker side to Jackie Hazelnuts — a side that will be laid bare by the following exchange of Twitter Tweets. I present this unfortunate brannigan with a touch of formality that will call to mind either an Ionesco playscript or Atticus Finch cross-examination of titillating righteousness …

@daynperry Does anyone really doubt that the Brewers will win tonight?

@jh_moore Suck it, Perry. RT @daynperry: Does anyone really doubt that the Brewers will win tonight?

@daynperry @jh_moore I vaguely compliment your team’s hot streak, and that’s the thanks I get?

@jh_moore @daynperry Apparently.

@daynperry @jh_moore You just cost the Brewers the vastly more lucrative People’s Championship.

@jh_moore @daynperry I thought Nyjer Morgan did that a long time ago.

If you know nothing else about our traffic-contriving strategies here at NotGraphs, please know that a Call-to-Action Poll is forthcoming forthwith …



Clemens Mistrial in Beautiful Summary

As you may have heard, a mistrial was declared today in L’Affaire Roger Clemens, which means he will avoid the hoosegow in spite of his grave crimes against humanity. How should you feel about this stunning turn of events? As ever, the AP brings the dirty, and the FOX commenters bring the lucid wisdom. For starters, here’s something called “caddy 1621,” who, as you might have guessed, is caps-fuc*ing-locked:

THIS HOLE (sic) TRIL (sic) WAS ABOUT CLEMENS LYING TO CONGRESS (sic) I CANT BELEAVE (sic) HOW CLEMENS FANS ARE DUMB SHTS (sic) (sic)

And that’s the entire story, isn’t it? All that’s needed for proper perspective and closure is an airtight, thoroughly appropriate comparison with which no one can rightly disagree. Care to help us out, “maineac”?

First OJ, next Casey Anthony and now Clemens! All guilty and let go!

Now go forth, emboldened by what you have learned here today.


Half-Baked Theories: Mose Schrute and Mitch Williams

Given what we have long known about Mose Schrute of “The Office” and his baseball-ing double life, can the following striking resemblance come as any surprise?

First, Mose Schrute …

And now here’s major-league closer turned fearless opinion-shaper, Mitch Williams …

Not many beards these days say, “I was named for an Old Testament character, and I occasionally entertain the darkest of thoughts while churning butter,” but these two beards say exactly that. Can it possibly be a coincidence?


The McCourts Are Huge A-Holes

The following has already been linked to over at Mission Control, but IIATMS’s viciously sublime takedown of the McCourts is more than worth your while. Even in this day and age, when news of corporate malfeasance is mere background music, this raises one’s hackles. For damn instance:

How did the Dodgers manage to fund the McCourt lifestyle? Let’s start with salaries: Jamie McCourt received up to $2 million annually for her services as Dodgers’ CEO. Frank McCourt received up to $5 million annually from one or more businesses affiliated with the Dodgers. The Dodgers also paid up to $600,000 in annual salary to two of the McCourt children, one of whom was attending Stanford University and the other of whom had a full-time job at Goldman Sachs.

But $7.6 million a year was not nearly enough money to meet the needs (estimated at over $2 million a month) of the McCourt family. The McCourts spent money at a rate that turned heads, even in Los Angeles. Best known is the McCourt appetite for real estate. After buying the team, the McCourts proceeded to buy four homes in Los Angeles – two in Malibu, two near the Playboy Mansion – at a combined cost of around $89 million. This figure includes the estimated cost of McCourt “improvements” to these homes, including a roughly $14 million bill for tearing out tennis courts at one property and replacing them with a swimming pool. Then there were the other expenses: the vacation properties, the private jet, the private drivers, the hairdresser who worked exclusively for the McCourts five days a week … the list goes on and on. Here’s an expense that’s one of my personal favorites: over one 18-month period, Jamie McCourt paid over $100,000 to various florists, and charged the Dodgers for the expense.

There’s more. So, so, so, so much more. These people are beasts. I don’t wish death upon anyone, so instead I’ll hope that these two, upon being forced to live in the woods by the bankruptcy court, get permanent chicken pox.


Alphabetism in Baseball

You may already be aware of this, dear reader, but alphabet discrimination exists.  People with surnames near the beginning of the alphabet own a slight but noticeable advantage over their late-alphabet colleagues.  They appear earlier in directories, leading to more phone calls.  They receive more applause at awards ceremonies and graduations, because people tend to get tired of clapping by the time the T’s roll around.  They even are more likely to receive tenure and Nobel Prizes, according to a study by Liran Einav and Leeat Yariv, because authors of collaborated work in certain fields tend to be recognized in alphabetical order.

The alphabet is important in baseball, too.  David Aardsma, despite the success he’s found in an eight-year career, is still best known for supplanting Hank Aaron as the first player listed in the alphabetical list of players.  This fact is the second sentence in his Wikipedia article. People are still upset by this.

But is there alphabet discrimination in baseball?  I collected the performances of every hitter in baseball history (this is an activity which sounds far more impressive than it actually is), organized them by surname, and averaged them by their hitting ability, as represented by FanGraph’s own fRC+.  The stunning and aesthetically pleasing result:

(Note: Each player’s career wRC+ is counted once, no matter how many seasons they played.  Since a superior player is more likely to last multiple seasons than an inferior player, the graph doesn’t average out at 100 even if the average player does.)

From this beautiful and concise graph we can draw several conclusions:

  • The next player whose last name starts with X will be the greatest player whose last name starts with X… of all time.
  • Having a last name beginning with a Q is the kiss of death.  In fact, the letter Q owes its recent success to the performance of Carlos Quentin; without him, the average wRC+ would be 76.
  • Other than that, not much.

But why stop there?  Why not examine hitting ability based on something even more arbitrary, such as the length of a player’s last name?

Bringing up the rear there is America’s favorite Saltalamacchia, proud owner of a career .699 OPS.  But what’s surprising is the statistical significance of the data.  For you kids at home with the graphing calculators, the data sports a r-squared of .69, and it jumps to .78 if we boot out a certain busted catching prospect.

The causes of this, if any, lie in obscurity.  Perhaps players lose confidence when the PA announcer botches their name at home games; perhaps scouts are more likely to remember short names when scanning for talent.  Who can say?  The world is full of biases, swirling and eddying around us all.


Gerardo Parra: Gun, Cannon, Laser, or Rocket?

The chief surprise for this author — among the so fresh and mostly clean-clean Player NERD leaderboard at the main site, that is — the chief surprise was the presence of Gerardo Parra’s name amongst said leaders. I’ve generally not cared for the light-hitting, kinda anonymous-seeming Parra; however, looking over his fielding numbers, it’s not surprising that his WAR per 650 PAs is so excellent.

Though the sample of 1511.1 innings isn’t entirely reliable, Parra’s posted an excellent 22.5 UZR (18.3 UZR/150) in left field from the beginning of 2009 up till the present — a stupid-high 24.4 of which has come in just the last 934.1 innings, dating back to the beginning of 2010.

The numbers suggest that it’s Parra’s range which translates most directly into runs, although these two plays from just the last week or so (along with his Fan Scouting Report from last season) reveal that Parra also has a powerful and accurate arm.

The real question, of course, is whether one ought to refer to same as a Gun, Cannon, Laser, or Rocket.

From May 25th, against the Rockies:

From May 30th, against the Marlins: