“In college, Danny was an animal in the weight room, just like Tulo and Longoria. He’s really strong. He had the ability to drive the ball to the opposite field, but he didn’t do it.”
“Yes, I did,” retorted the switch-hitting Espinosa.
“No, he didn’t,’ said Weathers, aware that Espinosa has hit three of his six homers this month to the opposite field.
I love baseball. The home team plays its last home game tomorrow; the season ends Sunday. The Won-Loss record isn’t great. But I don’t care. I still love baseball.
It’s a relaxing way to spend 2 or 3 hours either at the park, watching on television, or even listening to the play-by-play on the radio. It’s so different from football. The late George Carlin sums it up nicely here.
One of the many things I like about baseball is the way there is a statistic for literally everything (or anything you can think of). The statistic quoted above (related by Tom Boswell in his column on September 29th) is quite banal; and even I could have divined that one. But the arcane, the little-known, the odd comparisons? It takes a “figger filbert” to know that (or at least care enough to find out).
- Arcane: How many times did Player A get an extra-base hit off Pitcher B when Player A was in the home park?
- Little-known: How many times did the KC Royals reach the playoffs?
- Odd comparisons: Did 3rd basemen in 1976 have more home runs than 3rd basemen in 2009?
Yeah, that last example is arcane and maybe an unlikely question. But the point of it all is this: There are so many statistics in baseball that you can probably answer any question you can dream up.
I love baseball.