Showing posts with label Pat Burrell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pat Burrell. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Five Oddities in NL MVP Voting


Joe Sheehan's already done a bang-up job in analyzing why Jimmy Rollins shouldn't have won the NL MVP (for roughly the same reasons Justin Morneau shouldn't have won last year), though I don't really agree with his conclusions---the defense a first baseman has to offer is pretty much whateverific, and Chase Utley, to me, was the best player in the NL all year when healthy. But enough about the winners. I use this platform to note five oddities from the voting results, which can be found here:

(1) All of those carping about Ryan Braun beating out Troy Tulowitzki for Rookie of the Year (and I'm looking at.....you, Mr. Neyer) can take solace in the fact that somehow, despite the exact same people voting for both awards, Mr. Troy finished a good 11 points ahead of Braun in the MVP voting. Most of the 11-point differential between the two stems from a rogue 3rd place vote for TT, presumably from someone voting with Dan O'Dowd in the room.

(2) I'd like to find the voter who put Prince Fielder 8th and shake his hand. He's the only person to put him below 4th, and he's the only person that's right.

(3) I watched Carlos Beltran play the entire year. Check that---I watched Carlos Beltran saunter about like an injured elephant for 5 months, and then start to play after the Feast of the Assumption. He was a waste of money for 3/4 of the year. So of course, he merits a pair of 8th place votes. Good job of paying attention, lads.

(4) Is Brandon Phillips the first player ever to get the only MVP votes from his team when he wasn't the most valuable player on his team? Outside of steals and shortness, there isn't a category where Adam Dunn didn't whup his ass. Phillips isn't awful, but please, tell me his stats are different from Chris Sabo with speed. Or on speed for that matter.

(5) And lastly, and most hilariously, there's the person who voted Carlos Marmol for a 10th place vote. This is even more laughable than when the Hall of Fame ballot comes out and players like Gary Gaetti and Scot Sanderson are nominated. I realize that VORP doesn't tell everything, and I'm going to piss off Jon Heyman by using numbers, but Marmol's VORP was squarely between Greg Maddux and John Maine for NL pitchers, and roughly equivalent to that of Fat Squirrel for position players, and we already know my feelings on him. I have to think the guy who made this vote lost a bet.

This lends itself to an obvious question: why do we allow voters 10 spots on the MVP ballot? Has someone ever won because of a 9th or 10th place vote? (Maybe Pudge?) Why not just give them 3 or 5 and be done with it?

Friday, June 8, 2007

Fat Squirrel Keeps Killing the Mets

For the umpteenth time yesterday, the Mets fell victim not to a good baseball player, but to the bat of Pat Fricking Burrell, or as lovingly called by my co-author, Fat Squirrel. This continues to befuddle all Mets fans, especially your humble author. For starters, Burrell sucks. Here's his 10 comparables from baseballreference.com:

  1. Glenn Davis (941)
  2. Cliff Johnson (934)
  3. Glenallen Hill (933)
  4. Richard Hidalgo (927)
  5. Henry Rodriguez (924)
  6. Paul Sorrento (920)
  7. Preston Wilson (919)
  8. Jim Lemon (911)
  9. Tony Conigliaro (909)
  10. Leon Durham (909)
That, boys and girls, is a collection of stiff outfielders and never-weres. (All it's missing is Hard Hittin' Mark Whiten.) Sure, Conigliaro wasn't awful, and Glenn Davis was good for about two years before being traded for Curt Schilling & Pete Harnisch, and Preston Wilson had his moments. Which is about what you can say for Fat Squirrel: he's had his moments. Amazingly, ALL of them have come against the Mets.

Burrell vs. Mets:
519 PA, 37 HR, 66 R, 94 RBI, .255 AVG, .366 OBP, .558 SLG

Burrell vs. the Rest of Baseball:
3844 PA, 158 HR, 461 R, 576 RBI, .257 AVG, .356 OBP, .465 SLG

The OBP and SLG differences are insanely enormous. And while the average difference actually doesn't help the argument, the remaining stats, when done by rates, look even more ridiculous. Burrell averages a HR every 14 PA's against the Mets, versus every 24 PA's against every other team. He's good for an RBI every 5.5 PA's against the Mets, while it's one for every 6.6 PA's against the rest of the league. Hell, even one of his five steals came against the Mets.

The last player I can remember killing the Mets this badly was Juan Samuel, who the Mets could not for the life of them ever get out. Rectifying that problem, the Mets traded Lenny Dykstra and Roger McDowell for Juan Samuel, whereupon he proceeded to kill them even more by sucking royally for the rest of the year, to the tune of .228/.299/.300, an almost unfathomable AVG/OBP/SLG line. He was then dealt at the end of the year for the immortal Alejandro Pena, who was the 1990 version of Danny Kolb.

The solution? Offer the Phillies something, ANYTHING for Fat Squirrel. Give them Milledge. Give them Pelfrey. Hell, give them a luxury box at the new stadium. But get him off the Phillies and either into a Met uniform or into a retirement facility. Offer him $50 million to never play again. (They gave that to Mo Vaughn, for crissakes.) Omar, for the sake of all Met fans I implore you: cure our Achilles Heel. Get rid of the bastard.