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Who’s the Gretzky of baseball?


There was a conversation on the radio the other day saying that we are lucky to have lived in a time where we’ve seen some of the best athletes in their prime — Tiger Woods, Wayne Gretzky, Michael Jordan, Roger Federer are or were all far and away the best players in their respective sports in their primes, and are frequently mentioned as possibly the greatest players in their sports of all time. I don’t follow football so I can’t comment on that, but it made me wonder who that player would be in baseball.

Warning: lots of sports stats to follow. A lot of people hate baseball because of all the stats, but that’s one of the reasons I love baseball.

Babe Ruth his 60 home runs in 1927, a record that was not broken until 1961. The second-highest total that year was 47, third was 30. Only three teams in baseball had totals higher than 60. He had over 130 RBIs ten times, including seven years in a row. His career batting average is .342, and slugging is an amazing .690. Oh, and as a pitcher he even won 20 games twice. Ruth arguably falls into this category (though amazingly, he only won the MVP award once)… but that was 70 years ago.

I don’t think there’s been one single baseball player since then that has dominated his sport to the same extent as Ruth, Gretzky, or Jordan. First of all, it’s basically impossible to compare pitchers with non-pitchers — was Roger Clemens in his prime more important to his team than Alex Rodriguez in his? — so we’ll have to come up with two.

For hitters, you’d have to say that ARod is the best player playing right now, and probably for most of the last 10 years. But think of how much better Wayne Gretzky was in his prime than the second best NHL player at the time, or how much better Tiger is than the second best golfer around today, and then think about the second best MLB player, whoever that is (Ichiro? Ordonez? Tejada?) — is Rodriguez that much better than second place? Not to the same extent. Think of previous best hitters in the game: Boggs, Brett, Rose, Williams, Mantle, Molitor, Sosa, McGwire, Bonds. Were they significantly better than second place at any time, and if so, was it for several consecutive years like Gretzky or Jordan? No. Also, most of these players were very good at some things and not so much at others. Some like Sosa and Bonds could hit for a high average and with some power, but Rose and Boggs were pure hitters who didn’t hit the home runs. For a player to be comparable to a Gretzky, he’d have to hit .375 with 50 HRs, 50 stolen bases, and a Gold Glove every year for ten years. Some players have two or even three of these, but rarely all four at the same time, and when they do it’s for a season or two and then they fall off.

How about pitchers? There are certainly a few candidates here. I would argue that Roger Clemens is the best pitcher of the past 20 years — he won back-to-back Cy Young’s in ’86 and ’87 and then did it again 11 years later. He won another in between those two sets and he’s won twice more since. But he wasn’t the most dominant pitcher in the game the entire time. Greg Maddux and Randy Johnson each won the Cy Young four years in a row, and Maddux has won at least 13 games in each of the last twenty seasons. But he’s only won 20 twice. Both Maddux and Johnson have been very good for a long time, but not head and shoulders above everyone else. It could be argued that Eric Gagné was far and away the best reliever in the game from 2002 to 2004, but missed most of the next two seasons because of injury and was just “pretty good” with Boston last year.

As much as I dislike him, Barry Bonds would have to be the best baseball candidate. He won 7 MVP awards including four in a row, he hit almost .300 for his career (including over .320 four years in a row), has the single-season and career records for home runs, led the league in walks many times, and was a legitimate base-stealer for the first half of his career. He’s the only player with both 400 career home runs and 400 career stolen bases — in fact, he’s got over 500 of each. And he won eight Gold Gloves in nine years in the 1990’s. However, he never won a World Series, and even when he was winning all those MVP awards, only once was he the unanimous choice. And of course, there are the allegations that he was juiced for the last six years.

I wonder what it is about baseball that it hasn’t produced any single player that is head and shoulders above the rest in 70 years?

Thanks to Wikipedia for all the stats.

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times


It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times for Leaf fans. This is the time of year we both love and hate. It seems that every year between the trade deadline (sometimes shortly before) and the end of the season, the Leafs go on a hot streak, thereby giving their fans some hope that maybe they will sneak into the playoffs and as Edmonton showed us a couple of years ago, once you’re in the playoffs anything can happen. As I said, sometimes it happens before the trading deadline, thereby “forcing” the Leafs management to make some silly last-minute deal, usually trading away kids and draft choices for some veteran way past his prime. I’ve written about this a couple of times before.

Aside: I was at the Leafs game last Saturday night, and they had a “top 10” list on the Jumbotron during a commercial break. This was the top 10 scorers in NHL history who spent time as a Toronto Maple Leaf. This included long-time Leafs like Sundin and Gilmour, but also the likes of Leetch, Housley, Nieuwendyk, Francis, and Larry Murphy, all of whom spent very little time in Toronto. At least 6 of the 10 spent two seasons or less as a Leaf, mostly near the end of their careers (though Vincent Damphousse did his Leaf time at the beginning of his career (sob)), and these are all players with 15+ year careers.

Anyway, since February 16, the Leafs are 9-5, winning 5 of 6 at one point in there. They’re beating some pretty good teams too — taking two from the Flyers, destroying the Bruins 8-2, and also beating the Capitals and Senators. They’re playing pretty good hockey these days, so we have to ask, as we do every year about this time, “Where was this two months ago, when we were still in the playoff hunt?”

Of course, it would be great for the Leafs to go on a huge winning streak and make the playoffs and continue that momentum into the second and maybe third round, but it just ain’t likely. If that can’t happen, then it would be great, though less so, for them to completely tank and lose all of their remaining games, giving themselves a better draft pick and a chance to pick up Steve Stamkos. If they can suck all of next year too and pick up John Tavares (no, not the lacrosse player, his nephew the hockey player), that would be even better.

But that’s not that likely either. I have heard people actually suggesting that the Leafs should try to lose most of their remaining games, but come on. You just can’t expect professional athletes to try to lose. No, what will probably happen is the same as in the previous couple of years: the Leafs will do pretty well for the remainder of the season and miss the playoffs by that much. Or they’ll just make the playoffs and get slaughtered in the first round. Either way, they get a low draft pick. Such is life in Leaf Nation.

Why Shaquille or LeBron could become Raptors


Take a look at the Raptors lineup. Not a lot of typical North American names on there: Bargnani, Nesterovic, Calderon, Garbajosa, Brezec, Kapono, Delfino. Moon and Baston are not too bad, but with first names like Jamario and Maceo, they fit in as well. Even Darrick Martin’s first name is spelled weird. This must have been why Fred Jones was traded, and I guess even Juan Dixon wasn’t “ethnic” enough.

The only players left are Chris Bosh, T.J. Ford, Anthony Parker, Kris Humphries, and Joey Graham. Look for one of these guys to be traded to Indiana for Ike Diogu, or maybe to Chicago for Andres Nocioni and Thabo Sefolosha. The rule for the Raptors: If we can’t pronounce your name, we want you on our team.

New Leafs Strategy


I’ve got a great idea for the Leafs, but since today is the trade deadline, they’ll have to do it fast. The Leafs want to trade a bunch of their big-name players as part of rebuilding, right? (Let’s ignore for the moment the fact that all of these big-name players have no-trade clauses and have all decided not to waive them.) My idea is that the Leafs should look at who’s behind them in the standings, and trade their big-name players to those teams for nothing. Send Darcy Tucker to the Kings for a third round draft pick. Send Tomas Kaberle to Tampa Bay for some minor league schmuck who isn’t likely to make the big club anyway. Send McCabe and his big contract plus $15 million (to cover the contract) to Atlanta for a bucket of pucks.

Using this strategy, the Leafs gain lots of salary cap room, these other teams get good players for next to nothing, and by making the teams worse than them better, the Leafs have a better shot at finishing last next year and picking up John Tavares in the draft! Everybody wins!

Sundin bleeds blue and white


Mats Sundin has exercised his no-trade clause, effectively preventing Cliff Fletcher from trading him and picking up the kids and draft picks that this team so desperately needs to rebuild. A lot of people are going to be angry with Sundin for doing this, saying that’s he’s putting himself ahead of the team. Well, why the hell shouldn’t he?

He’s got the clause in his contract, and has every right to exercise it. He says he doesn’t want to be a rental player because he’s not comfortable with that concept — neither am I, so I certainly can’t fault him there. He’s gotta know that by doing this, he’s pretty much guaranteeing that he will end his hockey career never having won a Stanley Cup. He’s guaranteeing that he will never again play for a team that is any better than mediocre (since even if Fletcher and whoever the next GM is do everything right, by the time the Leafs are turned into a contender, Sundin will very likely have retired). He knows those things and yet he still made the decision to stay because he wants to play for the Leafs. How can Leafs fans fault him for that?

You could argue that this decision will not help the Leafs get better in the long run, and Howard Berger goes so far as to say that it will set the Leafs back at least a full season. This is probably true, but making the Leafs a better team is not Sundin’s job, it’s (currently) Fletcher’s. Fletcher did his job by asking Sundin to waive the clause, and Sundin did what’s best for him by saying no. Mats is one of the best players ever to wear the Leaf uniform, and also one of the best Leaf captains. Given how much Sundin has given to the Leafs and this city over the past fourteen years, he doesn’t owe the Leafs anything.

Tom Cheek snubbed again


The Ford C. Frick award for excellence in baseball broadcasting was handed out yesterday by the Baseball Hall of Fame. The winner was Dave Niehaus, one of the Mariners’ broadcasters since 1977. Not to take anything away from Mr. Niehaus who is certainly deserving, but as a Jays fan, I’m disappointed once again that Tom Cheek has yet to be named to the Hall of Fame. He has been nominated in each of the last four years, which is good; hopefully that will translate into a win one of these years.

Tom started with the Blue Jays the same year that Niehaus started with the Mariners (1977, the inaugural year for both teams), and announced every Blue Jays game, including all pre- and post-season games, from then until June 2004, a streak of 4,303 consecutive games. He began his streak five years before Cal Ripken began his, and ended it six years after Ripken’s had ended. Can you imagine not missing a day of work, despite working almost 7 days a week for over seven months a year, for seventeen years?

Cheek died of brain cancer a year and a half later and has been honoured by the Blue Jays with a banner on the Level of Excellence. During the 2006 season, all the Blue Jay players wore a patch on their uniforms with the letters “TC” in honour of Tom Cheek.

I grew up listening to Tom Cheek and Jerry Howarth (who is still a Blue Jays broadcaster) doing Jays games on the radio. For me, Tom was always the “voice of summer” (I stole this phrase from Mike Wilner, another Jays broadcaster, because it couldn’t be more fitting). When driving somewhere in the car, I’d ask my dad to put the Jays game on. When doing homework, I’d have the Jays game on. When hanging out in the backyard or helping my dad in the garage, we’d always have the Jays game on. When the irritating Tony Kubek or the inane Fergie Olver were doing Jays TV broadcasts, I’d sometimes even turn the sound down on the TV and listen to the radio while watching the game.

Cheek was the consummate professional — he had a great voice, knew baseball inside and out, and obviously loved the game as well. He wasn’t one for “catch phrases”, though Jerry had a couple. I remember going to games at Exhibition Stadium and a bunch of us yelling “Swing and a miss, he struck him out!” on opposing team strikeouts, or “There she goes!” on Jays home runs.

Anyway, congratulations to Dave Niehaus on his award, and hopefully this time next year, I’ll be able to congratulate Tom Cheek on his posthumous election to the Hall of Fame.

Hittin’ the slopes


After years of saying “I’d like to take the boys out skiing some time” and then not doing it, I finally did it on Saturday. Gail had lots of school stuff to do, and Sunday and Monday were supposed to be rainy and crappy (it’s Sunday afternoon right now, and it’s currently rainy and crappy — attaboy, weatherman), so we went out to Chicopee on Saturday afternoon. I looked at Glen Eden as well, which is about the same distance from home, but they only had full- and half-day rates and rentals, and Chicopee had 2-hour rates and rentals. For their first time out, I figured two hours would be plenty, and it turns out I was right. It was an expensive two hours ($45 for the three lift tickets and $66 for rentals), but the boys and I had fun.

The rental line was very long, and by the time we actually got our boots on and picked up our skis and got out there, we had already used up 20-30 minutes of our two hours. We headed over to the bunny hill where I gave them a short lesson on standing on skis, slowing down and stopping (the “snowplow”), and turning (again, the “snowplow”). The lift was a magic carpet, which I had never used before. It’s just a conveyer belt that you stand on, so it’s about the easiest lift possible. The boys both did very well — I’m not going to say either one was a natural, but Ryan didn’t fall at all, and by the end, he wanted to try the bigger hills. Nicky had a couple of very small spills, but he was in more danger of falling while standing still than while skiing. Ryan would just point his skis at the bottom of the hill and go, while Nicky got frustrated because he couldn’t go as fast as Ryan, and I kept having to slow down so he could keep up with me. He wasn’t trying to go slow, and I couldn’t see any reason why he would be, so maybe his skis weren’t as tuned as mine and Ryan’s. I asked Ryan to practice some turns by doing a zigzag pattern down the hill, and he did it perfectly. I was very impressed.

When we had about 15 minutes left on our two-hour lift ticket, Nicky started to get cranky and I figured he’d about had enough. We did one more run and then returned our stuff and went to the snack bar for the obligatory après-ski french fries.

It is an expensive sport, but the boys had a lot of fun, so I think I’m going to look around the classifieds or used sporting goods stores for some used equipment for the boys and myself (Gail has zero interest) so that we can bypass the rental lines in future.

Clark off the hook


The NLL has lifted the suspension of Rock coach Glenn Clark after charges were dropped by Toronto Police last week. I wrote about this issue last month; the Rock got beaten by Minnesota in overtime, and after the game, Rock head coach Clark punched a Minnesota player in the hallway near the Rock dressing room. Charges of assault were filed against Clark, and the NLL suspended him indefinitely, which was their way of saying “We’ll let the legal system do our work for us, so that we don’t have to bother investigating anything.” Three weeks later, the charges were dropped, and today the NLL decided that if it’s good enough for Toronto Police, it’s good enough for them. Clark’s suspension lasted all of four games.

If the league is trying to shake of its “bush league” reputation, this isn’t going to help. A coach hit an opposing player here — I don’t care how much he was provoked, he just can’t do that. Another article quotes Clark: “…you’ve gotta be very careful because you can’t put yourself in harms way. You have to be very careful to avoid these types of situations. …the game is performed by passionate people and sometimes those passions get the better of us. The lesson I learned is that you really have to be careful not to put yourself in that position.” (emphasis added) Nowhere does Clark take responsibility for his actions. Nowhere does he apologize. The most important thing is not to get into that situation? How about not to lose your mind when you’re supposed to be in charge?

I still don’t think the police needed to be involved, but I think Clark should have been suspended by the NLL for the remainder of the season and fired by the Rock. I’m disappointed with both the league and the Rock for giving Clark what amounts to a slap on the wrist. He’ll be back behind the bench this Friday when the Rock take on the Buffalo Bandits at the ACC, but I will not be among those cheering his return.

It’s Spring!


On the heels of my last entry only two days ago, I can officially report that it is now spring! That’s right, pitchers and catchers report today to spring training in Florida and Arizona, and they wouldn’t call it spring training if it didn’t happen in spring, right? Time to put the heavy coat in the closet, put the hats and mitts away, and get out the spring jacket!

…says the guy who had to shovel the snowplow droppings at the end of the driveway this morning in order to get out…

A trip back in time


Last Friday was my annual “ski day” at Devil’s Glen, organized by my second-line manager, Dave. I only ski once a year, though I’d like to increase that to at least a couple of times — maybe I’ll bring the boys out with me, since (a) Gail doesn’t care for downhill skiing, and (b) Nicholas is still free until he’s six. Devil’s Glen has an annual “Men’s Day”, which is when we went last year, but Men’s Day can be pretty busy, so this year Dave decided to have it on the Friday after Men’s Day. There was no free beer or gifts and no prize draws, but it was a little cheaper, the lift lines were almost non-existent and we had less trouble getting tables near each other for the 28 of us, so that was good. It snowed like crazy all day, which made for some treacherous driving on the way home, but the skiing conditions were great.

I used to ski all the time in high school, and now it’s once a year, at most. As a result, whenever I ski nowadays, memories of skiing back in high school come flooding back…

(Everything goes all wavy as we go back in time…)

It’s a Wednesday night in early 1986. I’m sixteen and in grade twelve at Dunbarton High School in Pickering, Ontario. After school ended at 3:30, I put my school stuff in my Adidas bag and head down to the tech wing where my skis and stuff have been stored all day. I find my stuff among the piles of other people’s stuff and head towards the ski club bus. 45 minutes later, we’re at Dagmar Ski Resort in Whitby [This is where I would normally put a link to the Dagmar website, http://www.skidagmar.com, but it’s incredibly lame (no pictures, no map, nothing) so I refuse to even link it]. We get changed, grab our lift ticket, and hit the slopes.

They’re playing CHUM-FM through speakers at the top and bottom of each lift. [This was back when CHUM-FM was a pop-rock station, not the “easy listening” “adult contemporary” “really boring” stuff they play now]. All evening, we hear songs like “These Dreams” by Heart, “Rock Me Amadeus” by Falco, and “Kyrie” by Mr. Mister. I’m skiing with my friends Glen Fujino and Kevin Day (and others, sorry guys but I don’t remember other names). Glen is a better skier than the rest of us, and likes to do goofy things like spin around and ski backwards in a tuck position. The guys I usually hang around with at school (Faisal, Doug, Paul, Glen) aren’t here because they don’t ski. My fourteen-year-old sister is out here somewhere with her friends as well, and every now and again I see her, but she usually ignores me. The big hill right in front of the chalet is called the Big Daddy, and we spend most of our time on that hill. There’s a little mini-mogul run down the right-hand side, underneath the chair lift. From the top of the lift, you can go left to hit the couple of black diamond runs, but they’re not really all that hard. One’s called the Dive Bomber because about halfway down there’s a drop-off; if you hit that with some speed, you can get some airtime. The other direction from the diamond runs, on the other side of the Big Daddy, are some other narrow intermediate runs, and beyond that are some easy ones, including one called Lover’s Lane. Inexplicably, very few jokes are ever made about this name, which is surprising considering the number of teenage boys here. A guy can yell “Hey, let’s go over to Lover’s Lane!” to a bunch of other guys, and nobody will make any “no way, man, I ain’t gay!” jokes you might expect from guys of our age group and maturity level.

At some point during the evening, we hit the chalet for dinner. This is almost invariably a burger and fries, scarfed down as fast as possible so we can get back out skiing again. At the end of the night, we return to the chalet before boarding the bus for a hot chocolate. After that, we pack up our stuff, put it in the holding area under the bus and get ready for the ride home. Glen, who is teaching himself some really weird computer language called “C”, tells silly jokes the entire way home.

(Everything goes all wavy again as we return to the present…)

Things I worry about now when skiing, but didn’t back then: Can I do the more difficult runs without killing myself or someone else? Will the pain in my legs stop at some point today, or just keep getting worse? How badly are they going to hurt tomorrow? Why haven’t I been doing squats for the last month, like I promised myself last year that I’d do this year?

Things I worried about then but not now: how cool do I look? Where are the cute girls skiing?