Thursday, January 9, 2014
Editor's Note: It's been announced that Dan Le Batard has been stripped of any future Hall of Fame vote and barred from the Baseball Writer's Association for one year. Also, statements appearing below in quotations are generalized statements and not actual quotes.
By Justin Cates
It's funny how little it often takes for the sporting press to lose its damn mind.
In this particular case, Dan Le Batard of ESPN and the Miami Herald created the stir amongst his peers by giving his vote for the baseball Hall of Fame to readers of sports website and athlete 'sext' aggregator Deadspin.
Full disclosure, from the very beginning I thought this was a marvelous idea and not just because I'm a regular reader Deadspin.
Baseball writers by and large desperately hold on to the antiquated notion of baseball as a sacred game. Baseball, apple pies and Chevrolet. America's pastime.
They long for baseball's "golden age" completely ignoring the fact that African-Americans weren't allowed to play in the majors back then. They decry "performance enhancing drugs" while lauding anybody who gets shot up with cortisone—a steroid commonly used to reduce joint inflammation, attendant pain and swelling—as a "gamer" for being so "tough".
Writers commonly ignore that rampant drug abuse in baseball dates back at least to the start of the modern age of baseball, which was around 1960.
Mickey Mantle is my favorite baseball player of all time, but if you don't think he was working through countless hangovers by taking enough amphetamines to kill a horse, well, we disagree.
Who appointed these writers as the arbiters of baseball morality anyway?
Oh that's right, they did.
There are no rules in the Hall of Fame voting guidelines that explicitly prevent writers from voting for players that used steroids.
They created this criteria themselves because baseball just loves unwritten rules.
As it turns out, there's actually a National Sportswriters and Sportscasters Association Hall of Fame. I checked out the members to see what kind of warped double standard was applied there and to my horror, there doesn't seem to be one.
Recent inductees include Bob Ryan, John Feinstein and Peter Gammons. Fine writers all but an outrage for the Hall of Fame!
How dare they induct men who wrote during the word processor era! It's completely unfair. Can you imagine what Grantland Rice would have done with spell-check and a laptop computer?
He probably would have written an insufferable poem.
Now, let's get back to Mr. Le Batard.
People are absolutely crucifying him. I will address a few of the more laughable criticisms as follows.
"He only did this for publicity."
Dan only attached his name to this protest as a means of owning the thing. If he'd remained anonymous, you know damn well the rallying cry would have been, "COWARD! If you're going to pull a stunt like this at least put your name on it!"
"Spare us the sanctimonious diatribe Danny boy."
You guys keep using that word...I do not think it means what you think it means.
Sanctimonious-Making a hypocritical show of religion, piety or righteousness.
I don't think Le Batard ever claimed he was one hundred percent right. He just feels that the process is dumb and too many people are clinging to it. Arguably, many of the folks so vehemently defending the old way are being far more self-righteous than he ever was with statements like...
"The media covering baseball everyday are more qualified than fans to judge these things, that's why there's no fan vote."
If you mean former players with a press pass, okay. However, if you mean some schlub from the Times who once saw Tom Glavine remove his jock strap with the grace and precision of a champion...stop, just stop.
You didn't glean any magical insight from getting quotes in a locker room that I watched simulcast on the YES Network.
"He's making a mockery of the Hall of Fame voting process."
No, he's not. That's done just fine every year by other voters like Ken Gurnick who this year voted only for Jack Morris. He left the other nine spots blank because he claimed he didn't want to vote for "steroid-era" players even though Morris finished his career during that same era.
Which brings me to my final point. Did anyone even look at the ballot submitted by Le Batard?
Most Deadspin voters took it seriously, I among them.
I voted after looking at everyone's numbers—I even looked up Armando Benitez—checking out highlights when possible and looking at a bio here and there.
The compiled website ballot was Greg Maddux, Frank Thomas, Tom Glavine, Mike Piazza, Craig Biggio, Edgar Martinez, Jeff Bagwell, Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds and Curt Schilling.
It would appear the joke, the farce, the travesty of a vote actually included all of the inductees.
That's a lot better than some voters.
I'm looking at you Gurnick.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
By Justin Cates
The final five BCS football games were all wonderful.
This season's games were exciting, evenly matched and generally without controversy. The national championship game between Florida State and Auburn was for my money the best championship of the entire BCS system—save for the first three quarters of the title game in 2000.
For the most part, the results of the BCS actually turned out to be the "right" ones pretty much every time. There was some healthy debate regarding the participants on occasion, but almost every national champion crowned under the system was considered the best team in college football.
But that's all no more.
Now we can all look forward to a future where we sit in our post-apocalyptic bunkers regaling the youth with tales of this antiquated system.
"When I was growing up computers decided the national champion in football."
"You mean like Skynet?"
"No, no. This was back before the machines became self-aware. Humans fed a bunch of data into a formula we created and the machines spat out the two teams allowed to play for the championship."
"So the computers didn't even design the formula?"
"Nah. Actually, most of the data we used was based on subjective human observations too. It was really one of the last times we controlled the machines..."
"This is a bad story Grandpa. Tell us again about telephones that plugged into the wall!"
|Pictured: A visual approximation of the BCS computers.|
Right. Where were we? Ah yes, FOOTBALL! 'MURICA! CHAMPIONS!
Some general thoughts about game:
Florida State is here to stay. I knew he could recruit, but now we know Jimbo Fisher is a full-on football coach which is scary. He also seems pretty classy and humble.
Even seeing him cowed by old age, I still had an uncontrollable desire to punch Bobby Bowden in the neck. I hope he spends his days sitting on a fishing boat staring wistfully into the distance muttering "dadgummit" under his breath.
Brent Musberger gets worse with each passing moment.
I'm sure there was a time before I was born when Musberger was cogent and delivered crisp calls without fawning over hot coeds in the stands or accidentally announcing himself as Kirk Herbstreit.
That being said, I want him gone before he does to Kirk what Tim McCarver did to Joe Buck. This can't end well.
ESPN kept billing their "mega-cast" as some revolution in broadcasting. I found it annoying as it really just amounted to dozens of their analysts—some of whom have no particular football expertise—clogging their various platforms with half-cocked observations and hooting and hollering. I did all that on my own thank you kindly.
On the bright side for ESPN, Nick Saban was terrific and Tim Tebow was actually pretty tolerable.
Both were impressive in their game predictions with Tebow calling for a 35-31 FSU win and Saban saying Auburn would need to score 35 points to win. Bravo gents.
Florida State's win ties a nice bow on this college football season and now we can all look forward to the new college football playoff.
Anticipation is one thing but please, pace yourselves friends! There's still 233 days until the opening game between Ole Miss and Boise State.