Showing posts with label Colorado Rockies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colorado Rockies. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Scribe's Baseball Week: The Shifting Small Market Narrative

If you missed the 3/28/11 post to start baseball week, here you go.

What made the 2010 baseball season so compelling was that the usual national narrative of the ‘big market’ dominance didn’t hold water. In fact, you could say that the overarching theme of the stories in these cities was ‘coming up short’.
  • In the summer, the Yankees were spurned by the Seattle Mariners in favor of the Texas Rangers for the services of Cliff Lee.
  • The Mets had the season from hell and that’s tame compared to its Madoff-infested offseason.
  • In Southern California, the McCourts are splitting up, putting the Dodgers essentially in a custody battle. Meanwhile, the Angels were not as good as advertised (still hilarious how much many baseball media members missed that).
  • Boston’s injuries and a surprising lack of power took over as the season wore along.
  • In the NLCS, Philadelphia’s offense couldn’t help their stellar starting pitching.
  • In Chicago, the Cubs were their perennially bungling selves and the White Sox withered away.
So what does 2011 bring?

If it’s more of what 2010 provided, this is actually for the betterment of the game.

For too long, several teams operated essentially as AAAA affiliates of the higher profile teams. That may not change so much this season if you’re a Pittsburgh Pirates fan, but this new decade of baseball looks mighty bright after watching teams in Colorado, Cincinnati, Texas, San Francisco, Tampa Bay and Milwaukee become relevant and more in the last four years. And while there have always been teams with strong systems that kept division races intriguing – looking at you St. Louis, Atlanta and Minnesota – it’s the coughing up of the dough that has given baseball a bit more late summer intrigue in recent seasons.

Heck, even Washington has hope for the future.

The fact that the San Diego Padres – a cash-starved team that was expected to be baseball’s worst – actually lost the NL West on the final week of the season after holding the lead for much of the way, tells us much about how much the dynamics of the game are changing.

Look at last year’s World Series.

Fifty years in the making for San Francisco - Credit examiner.com

Contrary to popular sports media opinion, the Dallas Metroplex and San Francisco Bay Area aren’t exactly small markets; both areas possess the fifth and sixth largest television markets in the United States, respectively. In fact, though slightly, they’re actually larger than Boston. Even though the Rangers were sold during the season with a major assist from MLB, prior to Tom Hicks’ financial issues, general manager Jon Daniels had been able to make shrewd moves to bring the Rangers to the point of contention since 2007. San Francisco, on the other hand, patched together an offense that had no pop with players like Aubrey Huff, Jose Guillen and Cody Ross (or RAWSE, if you prefer). Yeah, even with a history of albatross contracts – including Barry Zito’s ongoing pact – they’ve put pieces around Tim Lincecum, Matt Cain, Jonathan Sanchez, Brian Wilson and now, star-in-the-making Buster Posey.

Those teams didn’t let previous limitations and perceptions of being small markets keep them from making a postseason run. Instead they funneled whatever resources were at their avails and gave homegrown players a reason to stick around.

Obviously, plenty of financial stimuli aid these teams in building contenders. Minnesota, for example, had long been able to squeeze something out of nothing with a rich farm system that allowed them to not only develop players such as Joe Mauer, Justin Morneau and Francisco Liriano, but they were able to pawn some players off for on-the-cheap veterans. Yet, the public funding of Target Field made it easier to retain Mauer and Morneau with huge paydays in the last two seasons. The Florida Marlins, in a far more dubious manner, are trying to replicate the same success when their new stadium opens in downtown Miami next season.

Bruce's walkoff HR won Cincy's first division title since 1995 - Credit SB Nation

Move a few states east and you have Cincinnati. You could think of them as Phillies Lite, with their best players manning the right side of the field; MVP Joey Votto at first, talented sparkplug Brandon Phillips at second and burgeoning hitter Jay Bruce at right field. A couple of smart trades netted the Reds Edinson Volquez (sending Josh Hamilton to Texas) and Scott Rolen (from Toronto for Edwin Encarnacion & others). Rookie pitchers, Mike Leake and Travis Wood, performed remarkably well because unlike other franchises that bring up rookies in dire situations, Cincinnati had been preparing for a breakout with savvy moves in the front office for a few seasons. Letting Votto, Phillips and Bruce play as a group while making key moves speaks to the age-old blend of unbridled youth with wily veteran experience. Plus, even if he’s not revered in Chicago, Dusty Baker’s managerial record is far better than any other skipper in Cincinnati since Lou Pinella won a World Series in 1990.

What does all of this mean? This means that instead of crying poor, some franchises will choose to work with what they have right now. If they’re forward thinking and owners support their managers as they should, they will find creative ways to build clubs. They’ll do more than talk about multiple revenue streams, but actually use them. They’ll stop comparing themselves to the proverbial ‘haves’ and stop viewing themselves as ‘have nots’. They’ll actually do battle with them on a still-leveling playing field.

It’s not an iron-clad concept. After all, Milwaukee very well may lose Prince Fielder in free agency and have little to nothing to build around Corey Hart and Ryan Braun for a couple of seasons. Pittsburgh will always be Pittsburgh because unless the league office intervenes, you can’t force a man (Robert Nutting) to sell a business. The Oakland A’s can’t rely on the Moneyball philosophy or dreams of a new stadium in nearby San Jose forever. The Rays’ future in Tampa Bay is murkier without a new stadium and in all honestly, a sizable fan base. Those teams will keep crying about the lack of money to keep up with the higher profile teams because, well, they’ve always done so.

When the Rockies rolled into the 2007 World Series, it might have been the biggest nightmare for Pittsburgh, Florida, Kansas City and the like. Even though they were compelled to trade Matt Holliday to Oakland in 2009, they locked up Troy Tulowitzki and Holliday’s replacement, Carlos Gonzalez into their primes. Colorado inspired other franchises to finally step up to the plate and also inspired something from their fans; heightened expectations.

While Kansas City is finally getting a clue again, there will remain situations like Florida (Miami) and Pittsburgh where questionable ownership and welfare without returns on investment will persist. What makes these situations so maddening for the sport is that they can no longer point to any of the teams in Boston, Chicago, New York, Southern California or even Detroit and cry competitive poverty. They have to refer to teams from smaller markets and ask “why aren’t we doing the same thing?”

Say What?!?!: as you can gather, in the blogosphere, there are far better baseball writers than yours truly. I highly suggest that if you enjoy the game stripped of Ď‹ber-levels of snark and venom, do yourselves a favor and read Pitchers and Poets. Eric Nusbaum – who wrote this great look at stadiums of the never for Slate – and Ted Walker are not only fellow Norman Einstein writers, but maintain this fun look at the game. They’ve managed to be removed of the media and blogger insanity that increasingly tends to keep people away from enjoying the sport. Make sure you check their Scorekeeping series.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Love

There's a lot of hate going 'round and quite frankly, it's stale, old, tired, pointless, mundane, absurd, revolting, repetitive and most of all, stupid.

Even in sports, hate flows so much that you can sometimes forget what you love about them in the first place. Maybe we need some reminders.

Love having once played the games yourself.

Love the history you didn't hear about on television.

Love when a player comes to your town and puts on a clinic.

Love the times in the backyard or at the gym where you tried the Dream Shake, but you tripped up and fell on your face.

Love the time when your brother didn't pick you on his team and you ended up beating them with a bases-loaded RBI single.

Love the undrafted rookie tight end.

Love Steve Bartman... PLEASE!

Love the greatest song and video from an athlete of all time.

Love Pony's comeback.


Love the combination of mental wherewithal with sheer physical strength.

Love the post-game camraderie between bitter rivals.

Love the no-calls, bad calls and "should-that-have-been-a-call?"

Love how first base was a patch of dirt in the grass, second base was a brown paper bag, third base was a tree and home plate was a puddle of mud yesterday afternoon.

Love the hard foul.

Love Scott Norwood (though the opening of this video is a little harsh, it's the best to be found).

Love the screen pass.

Love the single stretched into a double.

Love the fullback, the most unappreciated position in all of sports.

Love the third jersey.

Love Floyd Mayweather, Jr.

Love another team in another city besides your own.

Love the wire hanger and pair of socks you used to refine your jumpshot in your bedroom.

Love the gifted athletes who have yet to realize their potential.

Love the athletes who refuse to call it a career until their bodies tell them no more.

Love the first pitch, jumpball, kickoff and faceoff.

Love the pro-hop made famous by LeBron James, even though it travelling.

Love the "who the f%&@ are the Colorado Rockies and how did they come here and sweep their way to the World Series?"

Love the player that can't shoot a lick, can't dribble and can't pass, but can defend and rebound like hell.

Love the pros, taking their life's work and displaying it for the world to see.

Love the amateurs whose futures have yet to be determined.

Love the golf swing, even if you're trying too hard to drive the ball out of the course.

Love the player that has been traded to more times than you've been to McDonald's.

Love Manu Ginobili when he's not flopping every other play.

Love your team's biggest rival.

Love your biggest rival's best player.

Love your biggest rival's home city.

Love the random company that you never heard of which brought the naming rights to the stadium, even though you're going to call it something else entirely.

Love Roger Federer.

Love souvenir cups.

Love the silence of announcers when they've witnessed history.

Love the sweet science.

Love the conference championship games.

Love seeing several 250+ pound grown men falling over each other for a fumble recovery.

Love the chants of "DE-FENSE!"

Love watching two dozen cars veer nothing but lefts for four straight hours without bathroom or cigarette breaks.

Love the kid catching the foul ball or watching his favorite third basemen walk out of the dugout.

Love the medicines and medical practices made available thanks to the game's scariest moments.

Love that the defensive coordinator didn't take the head coaching job down I-95.

Love the
body bump, sports' best celebration.

Love women's sports.

Love thy sneaker.

Love football/futbol/soccer.

Love this writer.

Love another sport.

Love your sport.

Love sports.

Give Scribe something else to love.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Variety

Yes, pitchers and catchers voluntarily report in a few days. Yet, as baseball fans gear to come out of hibernation (those who don't watch basketball, hockey, golf or tennis), there is another year of change to prepare for.

There have been six different champions since 2000 and only one franchise to have claimed two titles. That said, Scribe wants to start a little dialogue about any or all of the teams that have participated in the World Series this decade. Some were appreciated for the moment rather than the play. Some got no respect. Some were flat out dominant and some left you wondering how they got there. Please share thoughts (agreements, disagreements, additions, randomness other than 'rulez' or 'sux) and questions.

2001
Arizona - Buck Showalter is the unluckiest man in baseball.
New York - Who could Yankee fans blame? Anyone?

2002
Anaheim - You can thank the Angels for those annoying thundersticks.
San Francisco - Uh... what about Barry Bonds' playoff failures? Say what you will about the man, but .471, four homers, six RBI and thirteen walks in the World Series is nothing to completely dismiss.

2003
Florida - Strike zone, meet Josh Beckett.
New York - See 2001.

2004
Boston - The beginning of the sports apocalypse, right, America?
St. Louis - They played in one of the most underrated NLCS in history, but the juggernaut above couldn't be slayed by Phat Albert alone.

2005
Chicago - The most unappreciated champion in all of sports this decade (ask the '95 Atlanta Braves).
Houston - This still amazes me, yet, it's hard to think it's some sophisticated plot of discrimnation.

2006
St. Louis - Yadier Molina should have been NLCS and World Series MVP
Detroit - PFP (pitcher's fielding practice).

2007
Boston - I'm disappointed in Jonathan Papelbon. His Irish jig at the parade needed some oomph... maybe more celebratory booze... something!
Colorado - Eight day layoff killed them and even the Red Sox knew it.