Showing posts with label San Francisco Giants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco Giants. Show all posts

Friday, November 4, 2011

Defending Baseball

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Unless you are sports-anemic, you know that America’s Pastime completed its postseason.  While I am still mourning the fact that this was not an orange and black October, I was excited to see this year’s fall classic magic.  Yes, the sport we call baseball is exciting and I am here to defend it!  Watching baseball can be fun, a perspective that far too many do not share.  I commonly find that the average person not only doesn't enjoy watching baseball (contrary to other sports), but his or her opinion lands a complete 180--something along the lines of "baseball sucks."  Why, I ask?  "Baseball is boring" and "it's too slow" are the common accompanying phrases.  I disagree.  If you understand the game and all its nuances there is plenty of action to follow.  What appears lethargic and uneventful to the untrained eye becomes intense and riveting to the experienced viewer.

As I said, folks get bogged down by the fact that baseball appears slow in action.  They don't like the breaks between every pitch and feel as though these lapses in action are wasted time.  What they do not understand is that every pitch counts.  Sounds cliché, but it's true.  Every pitch is not just a chuck at the plate.  Instead, it is calculated and with purpose.  Game theory takes over and the games within the game unfold making baseball a thinking man's game. 

For example, for every pitch there is a plethora of mind-games for the pitcher:  Should I throw to the outside where the hitter is vulnerable? Do I need to brush the hitter off the plate with some inside "chin music" so that my next pitch is more effective?  Can I accurately place my fastball to his weak zone? Is he looking for a fastball? Should I throw a breaking pitch to keep him honest? What did I throw him last time?  All of these are just a fraction of the thought processes that race through a pitcher's head.  Likewise, the batter has his own set of questions too, trying to predict what pitch will be next.

Maybe the pitcher or batter doesn't actually think that hard.  Maybe the manager calls the pitches or the catcher does the mental jumping jacks.  It doesn't matter to a fan.  The thought processes exist somewhere and you, as an observer, can follow along.  If you truly understand baseball, this thinking nonetheless infiltrates your head while watching the game. Baseball then becomes mentally quick despite its perceived physical sluggishness.  As such, this fast thinking results in an excited fan, edging for the next pitch.

What else makes baseball fun to watch?  Knowledge.  Baseball has an abundance of knowledge that makes the game fulfilling to watch.  Let’s start with statistics.  Stats are baseball’s strong suit. Usually, we get the stats that give us some sort of analysis on how the player is performing.  Such examples are a player’s batting average, earned run average (ERA), or recent hit streak.  With stats like these the audience is better satisfied because it understands the situation and what to expect.  Sometimes, we get the crazy statistical concoctions comparing a present feat to its historical equivalent.  Although seemingly outlandish, these can be quite interesting, adding a tinge of novelty to the viewer’s experience.  There are literally stats for anything and everything.  They’re fun and add more depth of understanding to watching the game. 

Speaking of understanding, baseball is the best sport when it comes to knowing “your” players.  The long and arduous journey of a 162 game season leads to many storylines highlighting anything and everything about your team and its ballplayers.  When you truly follow your team, as many devoted fans do, you observe the players’ highs and lows.  You know what they’re good at, what they struggle with, and what you can expect from them.  You begin to relate to the players and eventually you get the sense that it is your team.  You love ‘em, and you hate ‘em, but gosh darn it they’re yours and no one can take that away from you. And if and when your team wins it all, it is ever so much sweeter.

You like rivalries?  Who doesn’t?  Baseball is unparalleled in this regard.  Nothing beats Yankees-Red Sox, Dodgers-Giants, and Cubs-Cards.  These traditional rivalries are so heated with intensity that the fans, the players, the coaches, the owners, you name it--they all hate one another.  And it’s awesome.  With this hatred emerges a stage packed with passion and competitive fire.  As a result, every game is fireworks to watch.  It simply does not get any better than rivalry games and baseball has a ton each and every season.

So sit back, relax and enjoy the offseason (aka football season). Take in these points and maybe you too will be ready to become a fan of baseball in 2012.  Go Giants!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day! Let's Pitch and Catch!

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Watch it! Keep those naughty minds in check.  As most of us know, February 14th is the Hallmark, err... I mean holiday of love.  Oddly enough, this love label doesn't always translate into a happy holiday for everyone.  Some people dread this holiday.  They fear being alone, desire companionship, or they're guys! ... Sorry mom, it's just a joke.

However, in 2011, Feb 14th offers its landmark date for a second reason.  What's that you say?  How about those who don't feel the Valentine's day vibe, but stand by their love for sports, especially baseball?  Here ya' go baseball fans! The World Series Champion San Francisco Giants' pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training today.  This marks the end of a joyous offseason, but the beginning of another dream season.  Not all teams are as lucky to have their first day coincide with such a lovely holiday.  I like to think the G-men earned it and hopefully such diligence will continue to reproduce good luck.

There's not much I can say about the Giants' stellar pitching staff and their excellent catcher (Buster Posey) that hasn't already been said.  So, I won't.  I'll simply wish them and the entire team the best of luck (hope for no injuries) as they continue to work, improve, and hopefully bring home more hardware.  Because it is the holiday of love, I need to channel love towards a long-lost love of mine, one that lost his heart in San Francisco (not in a good way)--Barry Zito.

Outside of the Giants' organization, Mr. Zito was my favorite pitcher when he was an ace of the A's.  I have A's fans in the family and I lived closer in proximity to Oakland's stadium than McCovey Cove's.  That is why the Oakland Athletics were always my second favorite team.  (They could have been my numero uno if there had been more Athletic exposure when I was growing up.  You can only love what you experience and local blackouts--or lack of TV coverage--don't help promote love).  The Zito 12-to-6 curveball was love at first sight.  It prompted me to follow the free-spirited, surfer-dude, music loving, knee buckling pitcher as he ascended from the A's Big Three, to Cy Young Winner, to across the Bay in orange and black.  Favorite pitcher on your favorite team is supposed to be a match made in heaven (even with an overpaid contract).

What evolved was nothing of that sort.  My relationship went sour and I joined fellow Giants' fans into what turned into an abusive relationship.  We jeered and had little tolerance for a struggling player because we believed he had not earned his payday.  I read an article about Zito last season when his 5-0 start appeared to signal a turnaround for his disastrous first few years in the City by the Bay.  To me, the story seemed like a practical joke.  Zito himself claimed that a reason for his recent success was that he ceased having people over late at night during the season and stopped letting "people he didn't know" into his house... good sleep and no strangers... Are you kidding me?  I learned these "keys to success" in grade school.  Excuse me, but why the **** is a professional athlete getting paid millions to act more immature than a 5th grader?  Unfortunately, there may have been more substantial reasons because Zito's season began to tank.

While I appreciate the work Zito contributed to a World Series Championship team, he was rightly excluded from the postseason roster.  The divine, salary induced, right of the regular season expired thanks to excellent managing.  Zito struggled with what was solely under his control--his control, more specifically his ability to throw the ball into the targeted strike-zone.  He walked batters left and right and handed away games.  Simply put, he hadn't earned the privilege to pitch for his team in a tough-earned postseason.  I understand that Zito took his demotion like a man, rooting for his team and never complaining.  Finally, a glimpse of maturity from a +$100 million man.

November 3, 2010 aka the Giants' Parade.  In that moment, I took a page out of my Warrior book and "I believed" in a return of Barry Zito.  That day was filled with so much love and adoration for a team accomplishment.  We injected the infinite joy from the Giants World Series win back into our players.  We showed them with great conviction that we love what they do.  I believe an even emotionless Zito must've felt this!  Zito's stoic face portrayed his desire to contribute.  I'm hoping the Parade love sparks the hard work necessary to recapture the amazing talents of a former Cy Young winner.  A sort of "Inception" for one who has now become valued as our 5th starter despite being paid as our #1.  If this parade trick works, and barring injuries, the 2011 Giants will continue their amazing run and silence the critics who still believe Cliff Lee and the rest of the Phillies' pitching staff are unstoppable.  Talk is cheap, so let the best team win.

Sometimes, the "Valentine's Day somberness" can stir up memories of a former lover.  Not one that you yearn to have back someday (like Zito) but one that you mistakenly weep over.  Ya' know, the one where if you had some perspective you would realize that one isn't THE one.  For me, Not-the-one is my first love Mr. Barry Bonds.  I'm not kidding--I skipped a school dance to watch this guy swing the bat in a World Series.  I was googly-eyed and demanded a ring in 2002 so... so... badly!  (darn Rally Monkey!)  When the ring slipped out of my grasp, I held on too tight to Barry.  But now, I need closure.  It'll be tough, but it's time.

Barry B., I'm moving on... No! It's not because I met a rich Barry Z.  It's me, not you.  You were great (as an individual player), but I was young, in love, and blinded by your offensive dominance.  I needed to grow up and open my eyes to defense.  I'm changed now, I value D more than O.  Barry... I need to tell you... there is someone else... there's been several others... it's... the S.F. Giants' TEAM.  They just swept me off my feet.  These "castoffs and misfits" (I despise that nickname) won my heart over and showed me what teamwork and team spirit can do.  It is truly beautiful.  I learned that team love is greater than any individual love.  I'm sorry, but it's true.  I still never forget you Barry! I'll cherish our good moments forever.

Whew, that was rough.  I hope the big guy doesn't take it too hard.  Seriously, we (Giants fans) were infatuated with Bonds.  He seemed untouchable, and was God-like (at the plate) so we built around him.  It brought us close, but no cigar.  When the Giants struggled, we worried about who would protect Bonds and who else would produce besides him.  We coveted one offensive man over the unbeatable defensive zero.  It was silly considering that the "ultimate player" was NOT the ultimate teammate.  Ridiculous clubhouse accommodations and teammate altercations just don't occur around team-first players.  Not until the Giants tasted team success did I realize our false worship.

However, the love spreads this day. So, why not forgive ourselves and spread it to the one who once excited us?  Word on the street is that Bonds wants to become a hitting coach for the Giants.  I say hire the legend once his legal distractions fade.  (I'm crying foul if Bonds gets prison-time when no one else has.)  Anyhow, his sweet swing and brilliant eyes are not a result of alleged steroids.  Those talents are born from Bonds, and such knowledgeable wealth would benefit any baseball hitter.  I hope we give the home-run king a chance in retirement to become the team player he once avoided.  People can change for the better, especially after being properly inspired.  Love ya' 2010 G-men!

Friday, December 3, 2010

San Francisco Giants are World Series Champions!

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One more time. San Francisco Giants are World Series Champs! That sounds so effing sweet.  Growing up as a sports fan in the bay area, I know that we all have been championship starved.  I was too young to take in the 49ers' or A's championships, but not young enough to live without the expectations of winning it all.  The Giants have been the closest to my heart but also the most painful.  2002 took part of my soul, but 2010 gave it back.  After the series, I was asked how I felt.  While expected emotions of excitement and elation occurred, I was surprised to find that "relief" was high on my list.   Finally, I am able to let go of my bitterness towards the Angels and steer away from Bonds immortality.  When you expect to win, strive to win, nothing satisfies that until you do win.  Sure, you can make temporary solutions; winning seasons, postseason appearances, MVPs, Cy Youngs, but all of those are rooted in the hope of a championship.  If winning is the end all, you better find a way to achieve it.

Defense wins Championships.

The 2010 Giants won because of Defense, hands down.  Every team they matched up against had a more formidable offense, but that did not matter because the Giants had the superior D.  To clarify, in baseball I define defense to encompass all that you do in every half inning that your team is out on the field.  This includes pitching and fielding.  Offense, on the other hand, is all you do to score runs in your half inning of batting, including base running.  San Fran was able to scrap together whatever results they could in their half innings of O and that was good enough to compliment their D. Simply put, they dominated defensively.

It doesn't matter how many runs you put up or how often you score, (even if it takes more than 9 innings) the only thing that distinguishes who wins is run differential.   Defense is the best and steadfast way to do this.  Not letting the other team score guarantees a win.  Baseball can't end in ties (except crappy exhibition ones) and nothing is more valuable than a big fat zero in the other team's run column.  Interestingly, there are no guarantees offensively.  You score 7, they can score 9. 10 you, 11 them.  All day.  No number can match the guarantee of that defensive zero.

The structure of baseball allows an effective separation of Church and State, I mean offense and defense.  Unlike many other sports, in baseball, defense cannot be directly influenced by your own offense.  You can't score negative runs and you cannot give up runs unless you are playing defense.  An inning ending double play (a far too popular entree of Giants) hurts your chances, but a pick 6 is punishing.  Other sports are not structured to keep that guarantee of a dominant defense.  See the Chargers special teams this season or anyone who plays quarterback for a Urlacher led defense.  Enough cross-sports talk.  In case your interested, I do plan on ranking the relative impact of defense across sports in a future post.

Back to baseball and my loving G-men.  The most difficult opponent this season was the Padres.  I'll give you one chance: Guess what the Padres did well?  An incorrect answer means you are illiterate. Zero tolerance if you've read this far.  Furthermore, The Phillies presented the toughest challenge for the Giants this postseason.  The reason for this, I'll be more specific. Roy Halladay (my sweet 1st round fantasy pick) and Roy Oswalt.

Mathematically: 2Roys < a Freak + a Cain

It helps if you throw another variable into the equation.  Chase Utley.  Yes, the UCLA product who is a juggernaut at second base.  Before you get offended that I brought an offensive player into a post about defense, remember what I mentioned about D; fielding.  Utley was booting balls and killing the phrase "dropping it like it's hot." Even Jimmy Rollins' (Bay Area!) outstanding defensive effort couldn't make up Utley's defensive miscues on the Phillies' overall D.  I find Utley's mistakes forgivable only because he didn't learn defense from Ben Howland.  Errors are often the ignored column, but oh man, are they important come postseason.  Bill Buckner anyone? And for the Giants faithful, Jose Cruz Jr.  Defensive excellence is either overlooked or comes far too easily in the marathon of the regular season.  The bottle-necking pressures of the postseason squeeze out the truly great defenses from the ones that have just managed to get by.  The greater defense won the pennant and honestly, the series wasn't even close. Despite overwhelming "expert" opinion favoring the Rangers to win with their vaunted offense and the "unstoppable" Cliff Lee, the Giants' team defense shut them down and shut everyone else up.

I say let 'em keep believing in their offensive fallacies en route to more Giants championships and more wasted Yankee money. But if you want to win championships, follow Journey as Giants fan did this fall and "Don't Stop, Believing..." in Defense."

© James M. Dion 2017