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Clinging to the pack

At 72-71 with 19 games to go, the Phillies are still in the hunt, but it's going to take a lot of work if they are going to make it to the playoffs.

W L GB Left
San Diego (18) 74 68 -- 20
Philadelphia 72 71 2.5 19
San Francisco 72 71 2.5 19
Florida 72 71 2.5 19
Cincinnati 71 72 3.5 19
Houston 70 72 4.0 20

Charlie Manuel still holds to the notion that it will take 85 wins to get into the playoffs. I think he's off by one -- 84 should do it. So lets pretend that the Phillies will have to go 12-7 the rest of the way to get in. How does that break down? Try this:

at Atlanta (Sept. 12, 13, 14): 2-1
at Houston (Sept. 15, 16, 17): 1-2
vs. Chicago (Sept. 18, 19, 20): 2-1
vs. Florida (Sept. 22, 23, 24): 2-1
vs. Houston (Sept. 25): 1-0
at Washington (Sept. 26, 27, 28): 3-0
at Florida (Sept. 29, 30, Oct. 1): 1-2

There's the 12-7 to get to 84-78. If the Phillies can do it as it's laid out, all they need is some help from San Diego, San Francisco, Florida and Cincinnati.

No problem, right?

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Emilie Mondor

Running is a small, insular group of people. It's so small that the degrees of seperation between the elite and rank-and-file takes very few steps. Corresponding or even running with someone like Khalid Khannouchi or Bill Rodgers isn't like dealing with a major leaguer. There are no facades in running. That's why the news about Emilie Mondor is so upsetting. Mondor, a 2004 Olympian and Canada's first woman to break 15:00 in the 5,000, was killed in a car accident in Ontario on Saturday and died at a hospital later that day. The most prominent Canadian distance runner, Mondor was expected to be in Philadelphia next weekend for the Philly Distance Run in preparation for the New York City Marathon on Nov. 4. Apparently, Mondor battled injuries during all of 2005 and was on the comeback trail and ready to break through this year.

She was only 25.

More: Crash kills Olympian Mondor

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9 weeks to go

Monday - 20 miles in 2:28:13.
Just an awful run. Got up early to run in a 20-mile race after working until 1 or 2 a.m. Never got loose and stomach and hamstrings nagged the entire time. In other words, I sucked. On the positive side, the distance feels kind of easy.

Tuesday - 15.8 miles in 1:48:00.
All hills and then some more hills. The second half of the run was mostly flat and I ran that between 6 to 6:30 pace. Much better than Monday.

Wednesday - 15.8 miles in 1:45:11.
Same run as Tuesday only faster.

Thursday - 13 miles in 1:36:54.
Big time recovery day. Actually tried to avoid hills for a change. Just went slow. Planned on adding a second run in the evening but felt too tired and went to bed early.

Friday - 18.2 miles in 2:01:24.
Lots of fartlek. Did a 2-mile stretch in a 11 minutes and then ran the final 6 miles at 6-minute pace. Best run of the week.

Saturday - 14.2 miles in 1:42:18.
Recovery. My legs were tight and tired and it was very humid, too. Probably could have run faster, but didn't see the point.

Sunday - 7.7 miles in 53:06.
Simply a fun run. Had planned on only going an easy 5, but took my iPod with me and had a blast listening to music and running. Run uptempo very rarely -- mostly just cruised.

Total mileage: 104.7
Nine weeks to go... still curious about my fitness -- it might be time to get out and race.

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Howard is the MVP

Forget the numbers for a second. Often in baseball people get too hung up on the numbers and lose sight of the people and the game. After all, that's what draws us to the game, right?

How can anyone quantify that running catch Michael Bourn had in right field the other night in his big league debut? Well, yeah, I'm sure some egghead can whip up some type of formula to show that Bourn's catch was the 463rd best by a right fielder in his Major League debut. But that's not the point -- the point is that Bourn ran like a freakin' gazelle, extended his arm as high as it could go and softly cradled the ball into his black glove just before he nearly flattened himself into the outfield fence.

That, folks, is baseball. Leave the numbers to the stat geeks -- we'll take the game.

Digressing a bit, I'm reminded of a conversation I had with Scott Rolen a few years ago. When presented with the notion that he could very well be the best fielding third baseman ever to play the game, Rolen shifted his feet uncomfortably for a few seconds before answering, "You know, that's nice, but I really don't think there is any way you can determine that. Every game and every player is different and a lot of people being compared never played during the same time."

He was using an old but popular argument about how it was difficult to compare players from different eras, etc. It's a valid argument, of course, and it wasn't just a matter of Rolen trying to be diplomatic, either. He just didn't want to think about being better than anyone else. Something tells me he's like that in a lot of facets of his life.

Nevertheless, I told him that, yes, indeed, there are ways to determine who the best is. Smart people with real jobs and the ability to make numbers sing have come up with formulas and hyperbola showing who could do what and all that jazz.

Basically, living, breathing people had been reduced to cold, hard numbers in order to prove something that most baseball people think is silly. The numbers may show something, but they don't tell the story.

Numbers don't show how hard Randy Wolf and Rolen worked during the off season in order to play this year. Numbers don't show how Curt Schilling was able to get all of those strikeouts by studying all of the hitters with John Vukovich. Numbers don't show the size of Charlie Manuel's spirit after he battled a heart attack and cancer to return to a Major League bench.

You can have the numbers. Give me something I can touch.

You want to know what else the numbers don't show? How about how important Ryan Howard has been to the Phillies during their chase for the wild card. Oh sure, there are the home runs and the RBIs with the slugging, OBP, OPS and batting average that will put him in the horserace with Albert Pujols for the NL MVP Award. In that regard, yes, the numbers do tell a big portion of the story.

But they can't quantify the veteran things Howard has been doing since he has come to the big leagues to stay last summer.

Veteran things?

By that I mean making himself available to the media before and after every game no matter what happened previously. Win, lose, embarrassment, controversy, celebration or whatever the occasion, Howard has been dependable. In fact, last season there were times when Howard was the only player to speak for the team during a difficult period for the team. Now how is a rookie, who had not even played a complete Major League season, going to be the spokesman for the team? I guess that's just who Ryan Howard is.

Accountability is a lost art that transcends sports. When a "stand up" guy is identified, people have a way of gravitating toward that person. That's kind of the way it has been for the Phillies this year.

Certainly this group of Phillies has a lot of stand up guys. Howard, Wolf, Rowand, Conine, Gordon, Coste, Moyer, Madson, Victorino, Dellucci, Hamels... the list continues. But when one of the big stars is doing the dirty work -- like handling the media and all of the other extenuating non-baseball things – it doesn’t go unnoticed. It may not seem like a big deal to the casual fan or the number crunchers, but if Ryan Howard is standing up in front of the media, it means other players don’t have to. Instead, those guys can get the treatment they need, or they can go home and rest so they can be fresh for the game the next day.

In baseball, the little things matter just as much as the 56 homers, 138 RBIs and .311 batting average.

The numbers add up
Last season there was some debate whether Howard was going to win the rookie of the year award over Jeff Francoeur of Atlanta and Willy Taveras of Houston. Actually, let me rephrase that -- there was some debate amongst people who didn't know any better. For those of us who spoke with rookie of the year voters, we knew Howard was going to win the award easily and thought the idea of the debate was silly.

But sometimes sports media is very silly.

Nevertheless, it seems as if some of the MVP voters are giving Howard a really long look. And based on what's happening in the final month of the season, Howard just might be sprinting for the finish.

Whether or not he passes Pujols remains to be seen.

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Saturday reading

I have a few regrets in life – actually, I have a lot, but not all of them are publishable. But among the regrets that are for public consumption, I wish that I would have run on the cross country team in high school instead of wasting my time with football, basketball and baseball. Cross country could have been my ticket to Division I collegiate athletics, but I just never knew it at the time.

I figured I was just too small to be a basketball player and too big to be a runner.

I also wish that I would have studied literature and writing in college. Comparative literature would have been a perfect course of study, but at the time I was interested in history and culture. Too bad there are no do-overs.

But luckily for me, I get the chance to read a lot. Of course I prefer fiction, but over the past couple of days I stumbled over some good journalism and non-fiction writing that I think is just dynamite.

For instance:

  • Normally I enjoy Kevin Roberts’ blog entries on any day, but the Sept. 5 & 7 offerings were especially trenchant. Do yourself a favor and check it out.
  • Gary Smith. That should explain it all. His latest on Pat Tillman is one of the best stories I've read this year. After reading the story at 2:30 a.m. this morning, I developed a few theories -- none of which are publishable here.
  • I think I broached the subject a month ago on this site, but Jerry Crasnick went a lot more in-depth on the issue of amphetamines in his story for ESPN.
  • I'm not sure who sent this story to me, but it made the cut for the annual Best Sportswriting of 2005 book that is due out soon. It's also written by a cat named Charlie Schroeder, who, according to his web site, is a writer and radio dude in L.A. Of course, I remember Charlie when we were combing the hardscrabble streets of School Lane Hills in Lancaster, Pa. back in the day.

    I think Charlie was there the day we trapped Pete Horn in a gulley and threw rocks at him at the lower school field at the Country Day School. I could be wrong though -- that day was such a blur and it's hard to keep track of who was there and who did what and who drove the getaway car.

    Apporpos of nothing, from where I sit right now I can see that gulley. I see some of those rocks, too. And you should read Charlie's story. It originally appeared in the L.A. Times Magazine and it's really good.

  • For those interested in running and things related to running, Amby Burfoot's blog is always good. Burfoot, of course, is the former editor of Runners World magazine (you remember, back when it was good and not catering to the three-times-a-week-boy-it-would-be neat-to-run-a-marathon-like-Oprah set) and was the winner of the 1968 Boston Marathon.
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    About last night

    The Phillies' bullpen presented a host of plots and sub-plots in the loss to the Astros last night. For one thing, there were a bunch of curiosities regarding Ryan Madson’s stint in the eighth and ninth innings.

    Let the second-guessing begin.

    To start, it was odd that Madson was instructed to intentionally walk Mike Lamb with one out and a runner on second and Willy Taveras on deck. Yes, first base was open and the intentional walk is the “baseball move” in that situation. But no matter if there were a force at second or not, it would have been very difficult for the Madson or the Phillies to coax a double play out of Taveras. Obviously, Taveras is very quick. His 29 stolen bases, leadoff position in the Astros’ batting order, and recent 30-game hitting streak seem to indicate that.

    But what about the fact that Taveras has grounded into just five double plays in 519 plate appearances this season. Or the fact that it took me less than 30 seconds to dig up those numbers on Taveras – surely Charlie and his staff had those digits next to them in the dugout.

    Right?

    Yet after Madson struck out Craig Biggio for the second out in the ninth, the right-hander’s night should have been over. With switch-hitter Lance Berkman coming up, surely Charlie knew that the Astros’ slugger was hitting .270 against lefties as opposed to .322 against righties… right? Never mind the fact that Madson has a documented weakness against lefties. Following my long drive which left me a bit wired after dodging trucks and construction on the Turnpike, I dug up a little info before I was finally able to sleep. So thinking back on that hanging curve that Madson threw Berkman with two strikes, two outs and the bases loaded in the ninth, I read this from the annual Baseball Prospectus yearbook:

    … The difference between his somewhat lucky 2004 and his slightly disappointing 2005 was that left-handed hitters figured out the tall righty, but he should be able to recover if he returns to throwing his fastball inside to lefties to set up his plus change outside. He also features an average curve with a slurvy break.

    Interestingly, here’s what Charlie said when asked about Madson offering that slurvy curve with two strikes to Berkman:

    “I would have liked to see him bust him hard in,” Charlie said after the game.

    Of course the big question was why was Madson in there to face Berkman to begin with. Why didn’t Charlie turn to closer Tom Gordon? Well, Charlie wanted him to start the 10th inning. How about 21-year-old lefty Fabio Castro or slightly more seasoned lefty Eude Brito?

    “I thought about [Castro], but I thought maybe that he would walk the guy,” Manuel said. “I thought it was putting him in a tough situation.”

    Lefty Aaron Fultz? He’s nursing nagging shoulder soreness.

    So how about 16-year veteran Arthur Rhodes? He’s a lefty and been around long enough to know that the situation was tailor made for him to come in and get the Phillies out of the jam. Besides, wasn’t Wednesday night’s game the perfect example of why the Phillies traded away Jason Michaels to get Rhodes?

    So Charlie, why not bring Rhodes in to face Berkman?

    “Rhodes told me he couldn’t go… “

    What?

    “He said his shoulder was sore.”

    Let’s get this straight. The veteran lefty specialist couldn’t come into a September game that very well could affect the Phillies’ playoff chances because he shoulder was sore? He’s getting paid $3.7 million this season to pitch in those types of situations and his shoulder is sore?

    Isn’t Rhodes the same guy who called out Cory Lidle for eating ice cream after games and pursuing off-field interests like poker and flying airplanes? Forget the fact that Lidle never missed a start during his time with the Phillies, except for the time when he had one pushed back to take care of a family emergency. In the end, it was Rhodes who didn’t answer the call.

    If the Phillies fail to make it to the playoffs for the 13th straight October, they can blame the bullpen.

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    Where's the hype?

    Let’s play a little game of make believe, shall we?

    Like, let’s make believe there is no such thing as androstenedione. Or better yet, let’s pretend that the scientists who came up with “The Cream” and “The Clear” never told anyone that their little invention had sports performance-enhancing traits. How about if they figured out ways to make the ointments cure cancers or diseases instead of making over-muscled men hit baseballs farther or run faster?

    While we’re at it, let’s pretend Bud Selig, the Major League owners and the players’ association all worked together to put effective, and Olympic-quality drug testing in place during the mid 1990s. Or how about if the athletes who used (and use) human growth hormone thought, “You know, I could use this and it would make me stronger and recover faster so I can work out twice as hard and hit those baseballs really far. That would probably mean a few extra million dollars in my next contract, but you know what? There’s some sick little kid who might need this more than me.”

    Let’s pretend that because of everything listed above, Mark McGwire didn’t hit 70 home runs in 1998 or 65 in 1999. Or that Sammy Sosa didn’t hit 66, 63 or 64 homers in ’98, ’99 or 2001, respectively. Suppose Barry Bonds didn’t hit 73 homers in 2001, and continued to average his 33 homers per season like he did prior to the 2001 campaign. At that rate – if he were still playing – he might be threatening the 700-home run plateau. Maybe then there would be some excitement about Bonds’ feats instead of the collective yawn his homers receive as he approached Hank Aaron’s all-time mark.

    Pretend all of things happened, or didn’t happen.

    Now pretend you’re a Phillies fan watching Ryan Howard. How excited would you be right now?

    Though the Phillies’ smiling slugger is on pace to become just the third player in Major League history to reach the mythical 60-home run plateau and not sit in front of a Congressional sub-committee or grand jury so that a bunch lawyers could ask what he took to hit the ball so far, there could be so much more excitement. Philadelphia could be the focus of the sporting world right now as Howard zeroed in on Babe Ruth and Roger Maris. He would be a national icon instead of just the guy who beat Mike Schmidt’s record for most homers in a season by a Phillie.

    Remember how everyone checked the box scores every morning or stayed up late to catch the sports highlights to see if McGwire or Sosa smacked another one during the ’98 season? Remember how they said that chase rekindled the nation’s interest in baseball and turned the casual fans into degenerate seamhead stat freaks? That could all be happening right here, right now.

    Thanks to his player-of-the-month August where he slugged 14 homers, and this past week where he hit six bombs in seven days, including three in consecutive plate appearances against the Braves last Sunday, Howard needs eight more home runs in the final 24 games to tie Maris’. In fact, Howard’s output has been so prolific that his slugging and the Phillies’ wild-card chances have become the talk of the town instead of the Eagles’ season opener this Sunday in Texas somewhere. Questions like, “Do you think he can hit 60?” have been the focus of conversation instead of “Do you think the Eagles can get back to the playoffs?”

    Phillies games are now divided into three, quick need-to-know categories:

  • Did he hit one?
  • Did they win?
  • How far back are they?

    But it’s Howard and the “what if” game that is the most intriguing. Because we have to wonder what happened in those darkened corners of baseball before there was serious drug policy, it kind of throws a wet-blanket over Howard’s season. For instance, since Howard is not chasing the record, as he very well could be, his season will be memorable only in our little provincial world. Sure, he could win the MVP Award this season, but we’re still missing out on the daily media frenzy.

    Worse, because it is assumed that Bonds, Sosa and McGwire were cheaters, people will always wonder about Howard, too. Indirectly – even with power exploits going back to when he was 12-years old and hit a home run that went so far that it crashed into a Red Lobster – Howard is a victim of the steroid era.

    Columnists and talk-show types, who never show up to the ballpark to chat with Howard even though he is always waiting in front of his locker on the front right side of the clubhouse, can flex with no-it-all poses about how Howard is under suspicion. Very easily, those people can show up at the park and walk right up to the easy-going and accessible slugger and ask him, point blank, if he’s juiced.

    The answer, as reported by Paul Hagen in the Daily News:

    “People are entitled to their opinions,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But it does bother me. It casts a shadow on the game.

    “I know I'm not using steroids. This barrel right here [pointing to his stomach] is proof enough. People are going to say what they want to say. I thought about it once and then it was like, ‘Well, whatever.’ I'm not doing it. If they want to test me, they can test me.

    “I just think it sucks. The thing about it is, if you're going to make those kinds of comments, have proof. Otherwise, you can ruin people's reputations.”

    Howard is already making his own glowing reputation. Aside from the huge numbers – he has a chance to become just the fifth player in history to hit better than .300, smash 50 homers and drive in 150 runs – Howard is accountable. Not just for the media, but for his teammates, too.

    Count on this: Howard will never sit in front of a Congressional committee and say: “I’m not here to talk about the past… ”

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    Where's the hype?

    Let’s play a little game of make believe, shall we?

    Like, let’s make believe there is no such thing as androstenedione. Or better yet, let’s pretend that the scientists who came up with “The Cream” and “The Clear” never told anyone that their little invention had sports performance-enhancing traits. How about if they figured out ways to make the ointments cure cancers or diseases instead of making over-muscled men hit baseballs farther or run faster?

    While we’re at it, let’s pretend Bud Selig, the Major League owners and the players’ association all worked together to put effective, and Olympic-quality drug testing in place during the mid 1990s. Or how about if the athletes who used (and use) human growth hormone thought, “You know, I could use this and it would make me stronger and recover faster so I can work out twice as hard and hit those baseballs really far. That would probably mean a few extra million dollars in my next contract, but you know what? There’s some sick little kid who might need this more than me.”

    Let’s pretend that because of everything listed above, Mark McGwire didn’t hit 70 home runs in 1998 or 65 in 1999. Or that Sammy Sosa didn’t hit 66, 63 or 64 homers in ’98, ’99 or 2001, respectively. Suppose Barry Bonds didn’t hit 73 homers in 2001, and continued to average his 33 homers per season like he did prior to the 2001 campaign. At that rate – if he were still playing – he might be threatening the 700-home run plateau. Maybe then there would be some excitement about Bonds’ feats instead of the collective yawn his homers receive as he approached Hank Aaron’s all-time mark.

    Pretend all of things happened, or didn’t happen.

    Now pretend you’re a Phillies fan watching Ryan Howard. How excited would you be right now?

    Though the Phillies’ smiling slugger is on pace to become just the third player in Major League history to reach the mythical 60-home run plateau and not sit in front of a Congressional sub-committee or grand jury so that a bunch lawyers could ask what he took to hit the ball so far, there could be so much more excitement. Philadelphia could be the focus of the sporting world right now as Howard zeroed in on Babe Ruth and Roger Maris. He would be a national icon instead of just the guy who beat Mike Schmidt’s record for most homers in a season by a Phillie.

    Remember how everyone checked the box scores every morning or stayed up late to catch the sports highlights to see if McGwire or Sosa smacked another one during the ’98 season? Remember how they said that chase rekindled the nation’s interest in baseball and turned the casual fans into degenerate seamhead stat freaks? That could all be happening right here, right now.

    Thanks to his player-of-the-month August where he slugged 14 homers, and this past week where he hit six bombs in seven days, including three in consecutive plate appearances against the Braves last Sunday, Howard needs eight more home runs in the final 24 games to tie Maris’. In fact, Howard’s output has been so prolific that his slugging and the Phillies’ wild-card chances have become the talk of the town instead of the Eagles’ season opener this Sunday in Texas somewhere. Questions like, “Do you think he can hit 60?” have been the focus of conversation instead of “Do you think the Eagles can get back to the playoffs?”

    Phillies games are now divided into three, quick need-to-know categories:

  • Did he hit one?
  • Did they win?
  • How far back are they?

    But it’s Howard and the “what if” game that is the most intriguing. Because we have to wonder what happened in those darkened corners of baseball before there was serious drug policy, it kind of throws a wet-blanket over Howard’s season. For instance, since Howard is not chasing the record, as he very well could be, his season will be memorable only in our little provincial world. Sure, he could win the MVP Award this season, but we’re still missing out on the daily media frenzy.

    Worse, because it is assumed that Bonds, Sosa and McGwire were cheaters, people will always wonder about Howard, too. Indirectly – even with power exploits going back to when he was 12-years old and hit a home run that went so far that it crashed into a Red Lobster – Howard is a victim of the steroid era.

    Columnists and talk-show types, who never show up to the ballpark to chat with Howard even though he is always waiting in front of his locker on the front right side of the clubhouse, can flex with no-it-all poses about how Howard is under suspicion. Very easily, those people can show up at the park and walk right up to the easy-going and accessible slugger and ask him, point blank, if he’s juiced.

    The answer, as reported by Paul Hagen in the Daily News:

    “People are entitled to their opinions,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But it does bother me. It casts a shadow on the game.

    “I know I'm not using steroids. This barrel right here [pointing to his stomach] is proof enough. People are going to say what they want to say. I thought about it once and then it was like, ‘Well, whatever.’ I'm not doing it. If they want to test me, they can test me.

    “I just think it sucks. The thing about it is, if you're going to make those kinds of comments, have proof. Otherwise, you can ruin people's reputations.”

    Howard is already making his own glowing reputation. Aside from the huge numbers – he has a chance to become just the fifth player in history to hit better than .300, smash 50 homers and drive in 150 runs – Howard is accountable. Not just for the media, but for his teammates, too.

    Count on this: Howard will never sit in front of a Congressional committee and say: “I’m not here to talk about the past… ”

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    10 weeks to go

    Great week in terms of volume, mileage and recovery. Who knows? Maybe I can run sub-2:40. Anyway:

    Monday: 20.2 miles in 2:20:52. Slow in the beginning, but ran the second half at 6:30 pace.

    Tuesday: 15.2 miles easy, easy in 1:50:53. Hills and humidity -- I can't decide which was tougher.

    Wednesday: 15.6 miles in 1:43:37 on grass. Ran the middle five miles in 29:08.

    Thursday: 24 miles total. Ran 12 in the morning in 1:19:50, including the last 10 in 64. Did 12 in the evening in 1:21:06.

    Friday: 13.6 miles in super slow recovery. Ran it in 1:39:14 with Ernesto's winds cooling it down nicely.

    Saturday: 16 miles in 1:52:12. Ran every hill I could find... 10 of the 16 miles were uphill.

    Sunday: 5.6 in 38:50. Ran through the city.

    110.2 miles for the week.

    Another one in the books. 10 weeks to go.

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    Sluggers of Philadelphia

     Philadelphia 40 home run club1.)  Jimmie Foxx    58    19322.)  Ryan Howard    49    20063.)  Jimmie Foxx    48    1933     Mike Schmidt   48    19805.)  Jim Thome      47    20036.)  Mike Schmidt   45    19797.)  Jimmie Foxx    44    19348.)  Chuck Klein    43    19299.)  Jim Thome      42    2004     Gus Zernial    42    195311.) Cy Williams    41    192312.) Chuck Klein    40    1930     Richie Allen   40    1966     Mike Schmidt   40    1983
    
    Philadelphia 200 home run club1.)  Mike Schmidt    5482.)  Jimmie Foxx     309 (7 as a Phillie)3.)  Del Ennis       2594.)  Bob Johnson     2525.)  Chuck Klein     2436.)  Greg Luzinski   2237.)  Cy Williams     2178.)  Al Simmons      2099.)  Richie Allen    20410.) Bobby Abreu     195

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    Double X still in the lead

    Ryan Howard may have set the Phillies' record for most homers in a season, last night, when his 49th bomb landed in the upper deck at RFK to pass Mike Schmidt's 1980 mark. But Howard still has some work to do in order to set the Philadelphia record for home runs in a season.

    Remember the A's? You know, the team that was in the city until 1954 with the white elephant, Connie Mack, Home Run Baker (he hit 12 in 1913) and Shibe Park? The A's made it to the World Series nine times during their stay in Philadelphia -- winning five times -- while the Phillies got there twice before the A's packed up and took off for Kansas City.

    The A's also had Jimmie Foxx, the right-handed rival to Babe Ruth as the Sultan of Swat, during the late 1920s and '30s. In 1932, Foxx -- on his way to 534 career homers -- put together a season for the ages by smacking 58 homers and driving in 169 runs with a .364 batting average. Foxx missed winning the Triple Crown by a few hits, finishing second to Boston's Dale Alexander by .003 in the batting race.

    In 1933, however, Foxx won the Triple Crown (and his second of three MVP Awards) with 48 homers, 163 RBIs, and a .356 batting average.

    Foxx left Philadelphia in 1936 when owner/manager Mack sold him for $150,000 to assuage the team's debts. But after some solid seasons with the Red Sox, including a 50-homer, MVP campaign in 1938, Foxx hit the wall following the 1941 season. He scuffled arund with Boston and the Cubs for a few years before finishing his career as a pitcher with the Phillies in 1945.

    Later, Foxx hit some financial and personal hardship. A series of bad investments, coupled with a reported drinking problem, left the Hall of Famer struggling with poverty before he died in 1967 at the age of 59 from choking on a chicken bone.

    Interestingly, Tom Hanks' character, Jimmy Dugan, in the movie A League of Their Own, was based on Foxx, who managed a team in the women's baseball league.

    Aside from his Philadelphia home run records, many of Foxx's slugging feats held up until the steroid era hit its peak. His 12 consecutive seasons with 30 or more home runs was a major league record until Barry Bonds passed it in 2004, while his 58 homers in '32 stood as the single-season record for a right-handed batter for 56 years until Mark McGwire hit 70 in 1998.

    Foxx is still the youngest man ever to reach the 500-home run plateau, doing it just a month shy of his 33rd birthday.

    When Foxx retired, his 534 home runs placed him second only to Ruth on the all-time list.

    So Ryan Howard has the Phillies record all to himself -- he still has a ways to go to catch Double X for the Philadelphia record.

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    Baseball Reference continues to boggle the mind

    The great Baseball Reference web site just got even more amazing with the addition of each teams' batting order for every game of a particular season. I haven't dug in to see how far back they go, but here's the batting order the Phillies sent out there during the 1979 season, and here's the link from the Baseball Reference blog explaining the new feature.

    Baseball Reference, of course, is run and owned by local guy Sean Forman, an assistant professor in mathematics and computer science at Saint Joseph's University.

    I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty positive that I have referred to Forman's site at least once a day and definitely every time I'm in a press box at a game. I'm also certain that others can make these claims, too.

    So kudos to Dr. Forman. His great site never ceases to amaze.

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    MVP?

    Around these parts, Ryan Howard has slugged his way into the debate for NL MVP. And why not? With a homer in four straight games, Howard leads the Majors with 48 home runs as well as with 125 RBIs.

    But nationally Howard isn’t getting as much respect as in Philly and that’s especially the case with that stat folks and logical types at Baseball Prospectus. According to a story on the BP site by Joe Sheehan, Ryan Howard isn’t even the MVP on the Phillies.

    Here’s an excerpt from the story:

    Apparently, the NL MVP race isn’t as small as I would have it. Many, many readers--even more than the number who chimed in defending Jermaine Dye’s honor when I left him out of the AL MVP discussion--wrote in to question the absence of Ryan Howard from Monday’s article. Howard leads the NL in homers, RBI and slugging average. His hot August (.330/.431/.699), coupled with the Phillies’ "surge" to the vicinity of .500 and the wild-card slot, has made him a viable candidate in some quarters.

    The problem isn’t just that Howard’s season is not on par with Albert Pujols, Miguel Cabrera and Carlos Beltran. The problem is that Howard isn’t the most valuable Phillies infielder on the right side of second base.

    AVG OBP SLG EqA VORP FRAR WARP1
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    Ryan Howard .294 .382 .628 .318 50.2 -4 5.4
    Chase Utley .317 .385 .525 .300 53.5 15 6.4

    Howard hits more home runs than Chase Utley. Utley and the three real MVP candidates do everything else better than Howard does. The big guy is seventh in the league in EqA, VORP and RARP, and off the charts in WARP. Once you account for position and the things baseball players do other than hit homers, he falls rapidly down the lists.

    Can Howard be a serious MVP candidate when he’s three wins worse than the other first baseman in the discussion?

    AVG OBP SLG EqA VORP FRAR WARP1
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    Ryan Howard .294 .382 .628 .318 50.2 -4 5.4
    Albert Pujols .323 .424 .665 .345 65.4 19 8.8

    From here to the end of the season it will be a wide-open race. If Howard gets to 60 homers, give him the trophy… and all of the bonus clauses.

    Joe Sheehan: Howard the Phillie

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    Getting wild

    At 66-65 with 31 games to go and a half-game behind the San Diego Padres in the National League’s wild-card chase, I’m going to go out on a limb and say the Phillies will be playing baseball in October this year.

    Why?

    All the other teams in the race stink.

    Here's the standings:

    2006 National League Wild Card Standings
    NATIONAL W L Pct GB HOME ROAD RS RA STRK L10
    San Diego 67 65 .508 - 33-36 34-29 588 583 Won 1 6-4
    Philadelphia 66 65 .504 .5 33-35 33-30 695 687 Won 1 7-3
    Cincinnati 67 66 .504 .5 35-33 32-33 655 680 Lost 5 4-6
    Florida 65 66 .496 1.5 35-30 30-36 616 615 Won 9 9-1
    San Francisco 65 67 .492 2 38-31 27-36 613 609 Lost 1 6-4
    Arizona 64 68 .485 3 32-34 32-34 647 666 Lost 1 3-7
    Houston 64 68 .485 3 35-31 29-37 607 603 Won 4 6-4
    Atlanta 62 68 .477 4 29-34 33-34 687 654 Won 3 6-4
    Milwaukee 62 70 .470 5 39-26 23-44 597 680 Lost 5 4-6
    Colorado 61 70 .466 5.5 34-31 27-39 598 594 Lost 1 2-8

    It's very reasonable to think that 84 victories can get a team into the playoffs this year, and based on the matchups and how the teams are playing, why couldn't the Phillies go 18-13 the rest of the way.

    On another note, wouldn't it be kind of neat if the Florida Marlins snuck in there? They will probably fire the manager at the end of the season and tore the team apart during the off season, so it would be neat for those young players.

    Then again, the owner probably doesn't deserve it.

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    Back to D.C.

    A lot has changed with the Nationals since the last time we were in D.C. For starters, the ball club has an owner – that was evident as soon as one walked through the doors. For starters, the old stadium has been cleaned up a bit and the concessions have taken a major and noticeable upgrade. More importantly, those changes have taken affect in the press dining area as well.

    Gone is the slipshod and minimalist manner in which MLB ran the Nats. Now we have a pasta station to go along with the regular fare – including staples like veggie burgers for non-meat eaters like me. On Tuesday night I had a delightful penne with grilled broccoli, green peppers and onions with a marinara with a side of green beans and carrots. Good stuff and definitely worth the $10.

    Obviously, it was much better than what the Phillies offer at their ballpark.

    Maybe because I spend so much time in the antiseptic and characterless Citizens Bank Park, I have developed a soft spot for the old-timey ballparks in Washington, New York, and Boston. Actually, even Baltimore can be considered older at this point especially since it set the standard and has been copied to death since it opened in 1992.

    Now there’s nothing wrong with the ballpark in Philadelphia, and it’s definitely nicer than the Vet. Anything would have been better than the Vet. But the park hasn’t developed a personality yet… actually, watching a game at Citizens Bank Park feels like sitting in an airport terminal.

    I’m sure I’d have a different opinion of the ballpark if I were a fan sitting in the stands, but I have never had the pleasure of sitting back and watching a game there yet. Some day, perhaps, but most people don’t want to spend a day off going to the office to be a spectator.

    Anyway, regular readers of this little site know what I think about the city of Washington, D.C. and of all the time I spent in the city – including time growing up there in the 1970s – nothing compares to the atmosphere I felt in the city when we were there exactly one year ago.

    I don’t think I have to explain why.

    Walking around on the streets of the Downtown and Foggy Bottom neighborhoods one could feel an entire city unified in its anger. Everyone was on the same page and felt the same way about what was going on along the Gulf of Mexico. Better yet, the outside world even penetrated the insular world of baseball and I even got a knowing and approving nod from one player when I told him I took my iPod on my run that morning and played Kanye West as I dashed down the 1600 block of Pennsylvania Avenue.

    On another note, here's a touristy tip for those going to D.C.: the monuments are open 24-hours a day and there is nothing more chilling than walking along the Vietnam Memorial and up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at night. Looking out over the city with Abe Lincoln and imaging Martin Luther King Jr. standing in that spot during the March on Washington on Aug. 28, 1963 is mind scrambling.

    And I'm not really a sentimental person.

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    Schmidt ready to step aside for Howard

    WASHINGTON – If one were looking for someone to talk baseball with, it’s definitely hard to top Mike Schmidt. Introspective and opinionated, there isn’t too much regarding the game that Schmidt won’t wax philosophical about. He’ll offer his thoughts on the game during his era, these modern times, the new ballparks, and, of course, the never-ending steroid issue.

    There’s a joke amongst the media types that if anyone really wants to know how good the Hall-of-Fame third baseman was all you have to do is ask him.

    “I wrote a book about it,” Schmidt joked during a phone call on Tuesday afternoon.

    But if one really wants to engage Schmidt and listen to him talk, just ask him about hitting. Schmidt wrote a book about that, too, but that came when baseball’s statistics had a totally different meaning, and when Ryan Howard was two-years old.

    The “old statistics,” as Schmidt calls them, are the power numbers. Back when he was playing, Schmidt led the National League in home runs six different times without reaching the 40-homer plateau. In fact, Schmidt hit 40 or more homers in a season just three times during his 18-season career. Compare that to someone like Albert Pujols, who is working in his fourth consecutive 40-homer season in just his sixth season in the league and it’s plain to see what Schmidt means by the old numbers.

    “I was seventh (on the all-time home run list) when I retired and now I’m 14th,” he said.

    Despite the dwindling status in the record books, Schmidt will always be remembered as one of the classic all-time home run hitters. His distinctive batting stance along with the eight home-run crowns, 548 long balls, and, of course, the three MVP Awards, has more than solidified his legacy.

    These days Schmidt is something of a baseball watchdog, chiming in on the big issues of the game. He was an advocate for Pete Rose's reinstatement into the game for a while until it became a little too politically incorrect to be so vociferous regarding the self-proclaimed “Hit King,” and has weighed in on everything from the Hall of Fame’s standards, to the modern game, which includes performance-enhancing drugs.

    Now it appears as Schmidt’s 26-season reign atop the Phillies’ single-season home run list is about to become an old number, too. With 32 games remaining in the season, second-year slugging first baseman Ryan Howard needs to hit just one more homer to pass Schmidt’s record of 48 bashed in 1980. Even by throwing in the two homers that Schmidt hit during the World Series that season shouldn’t daunt Howard rewriting of the club’s record books.

    Actually, at the rate Howard is going he should have 50 by the weekend and the once-magic number of 60 isn’t out of the realm of possibility either.

    Regardless, becoming just another name in the record books doesn’t upset Schmidt despite his opinions in the publishing world and on several television programs, including Bob Costas’ HBO show where Schmidt said if he had played in an era where steroids or performance-enhancing drugs were more prevalent that he just may have dabbled a bit.

    “I’m happy for Ryan and content with what I did,” Schmidt said.

    “I'm happy for Ryan. I think everyone would agree with me that eventually that record of 48 would be surpassed. It should have been passed a few years ago by Jim Thome (who hit 47 homers in 2003). (Howard) may take it, eventually, so far that nobody will catch it.”

    That’s not out of the realm of possibility, either. Currently, Howard is on pace to smash 58 homers, which is more than impressive. But considering that Howard hit 11 homers after Sept. 1 last season – his rookie year, no less – it’s very reasonable to believe that the slugger can duplicate that feat to get to the 60-homer plateau.

    In baseball history, only five different men have hit 60 or more home runs in a season, and of that group, only two players – Babe Ruth and Roger Maris – have not been tied to baseball’s ugly steroid scandal.

    Steroids and performance-enhancing drugs don’t even enter into the same equation when it comes to Howard. Actually, based on conversations around the cage during his work as a hitting instructor at spring training as well as watching Phillies games on DirecTV at home in Jupiter, Fla., Schmidt says Howard’s success comes from nothing more than ability. In fact, says Schmidt, there isn’t really much of a comparison between the two hitters at the similar points of their careers – Howard is just that much better.

    “Howard’s in a see-the-ball-hit-the-ball mode,” Schmidt said. “It will be a lot easier for him when he has a track record against these pitchers. He’s not a pull hitter and he has a lot of great qualities.

    “If he has any hole in his swing it’s high and inside or breaking balls away out of the zone and let him get himself out. He’s a different type hitter in that he uses the whole field and that will keep him out of prolonged slumps.”

    Howard is just the type of hitter that will not only be talked about for his prodigiously long blasts, but also his unique style that conjures remembrances of a certain Hall-of-Famer.

    “He might be the modern-day Willie Stargell,” Schmidt said. “He’s a left-handed hitter with a distinct approach to hitting that I'm sure guys will be imitating for years. Making that extension with the bat just like [Stargell] used to windmill that bat as the pitcher was winding up. Both can hit the ball in the upper deck. Willie used to hit some of the longest balls in the history of the league and they talked about them, just like they're talking about some of Ryan's home runs.”

    Schmidt says he was easily fooled by sliders off the plate, but one pitch that did not fool him was the one Stan Bahnsen chucked up there on the next-to-last day of the 1980 season in Montreal’s Olympic Stadium. It was that 10th inning blast that sealed that NL East for the Phillies and propelled them into the NLCS and the only World Series title in the franchise’s 123-season history.

    “It was a crucial home run,” Schmidt remembered. “It was the last home run of the year and it had a tremendous impact on the history of the Phillies.”

    What's left to be seen is whether Howard's final homer of 2006 has an equally as important impact on the history of the Phillies.

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    11 weeks to go

    Another good mileage week. Luckily, my recovery has been really good -- that's the best part so far.

    Here it is:

    Monday: 21.4 miles in 2:28. Had some stomach trouble early in the run but recovered and ran well over the final 16 miles.

    Tuesday: 15.1 miles. Strong early, but tired toward the end.

    Wednesday: 16.2 miles with tons of hills. Half of the run was uphill.

    Thursday: 15.2 miles. Tired after the hill workout.

    Friday: 15.2 miles. Legs felt great, but the humidity kicked my rear.

    Saturday: 16.2 miles. Same workout as Wednesday.

    Sunday: 5 miles easy in 31:21. Not too easy, though... ran the last mile in 5:10. Also played golf in the morning at Pilgrim's Oak in Peach Bottom, Pa. -- strong with the driver and short game. Putting needs work, though.

    104.3 miles for the week. Fifth straight week at 100+ miles... 11 weeks to go.

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    Excuses not making the grade

    My days as a science cheat were very short lived. Actually, unlike Floyd Landis, Justin Gatlin and now Marian Jones, and the host of athletes nabbed in failed drug tests and a blanket of bad excuses, my dabbling in cheating ended quickly after it began.

    Lucky me.

    No, this tale has nothing to do with altering my body chemistry to become bigger, stronger and faster, but in the end, cheating is cheating. Right?

    Well …

    Nonetheless, this story was just as sordid and dirty for everyone (well, just me, actually) caught up in the tangled web of the controversy. Or something like that. Better yet, like one can deduce from following the cases of Landis, Gatlin, Jones and every other notorious drug case permeating sports during the past two decades, my case involves greed, pressure, arrogance and the desire to make oneself look better.

    Sounds dramatic, right? It was. You see on the way home on the last day of school in eighth grade, I steamed open the envelope holding my report card, pulled out the red pen from my backpack I had secured just for the occasion, and changed my grade. Yeah, it still makes me queasy thinking about now. What was I thinking? A red pen? In the bushes near my house on the way home from Wheatland Junior High? Science? Cheating?

    Geez.

    The motive, honestly, was simple. I needed a C in eighth grade science to finish the year on the Honor Roll. Science was never (and still isn’t) my thing, so getting a C was a tall order. With the extra pressure of actually making it onto the Honor Roll thrown in, it was just too much to handle. When I opened my report card and not surprisingly saw that big, round D taunting me from the thin, official-looking piece of paper, I felt as if I had no other choice than to turn that D into a C.

    Now I know exactly what you are thinking. Everyone thinks the same thing when hearing about Landis and is 11-to-1 testosterone ratio, or Marian Jones’ positive test for EPO, and every other cheater caught in the web of credibility. The question is why. Why do it and how did I think I could get away with it?

    Honestly, with the aid of two decades of retrospect, I never thought it through that much. I saw the glory of the Honor Roll, which for a mediocre student like me, was major. You see, my academic record sounded a shrill, annoying alarm of a classic underachiever when examined. My sister, on the other hand, lacked the diversity of the alphabet sampler on my report cards. She was consistent and never had to worry about getting a B, let alone not making the Honor Roll. And because we are so close in age, the competition was fierce.

    But, again with the aid of 22 years to ponder my cheating escapade, it never really made sense. Why did I desire to be on the Honor Roll so much? Isn’t it odd that people were rewarded for doing what they are supposed to do, which is get good grades? Worse, the pursuit of such accolades for doing work you were supposed to do just seemed so… tacky.

    Needless to say, my ruse was quickly discovered. The C covering the D in red pen just looked too suspect and unprofessional even in those days before the proliferation of computer databases, e-mailed grades, and easy access to information via the Internet. We were still using pen and paper in those days, folks.

    But unlike any other science cheat, I didn’t waste anyone’s time with a series of lame excuses. Unlike Landis, I didn’t use a late-night whiskey binge as an excuse for my poor grade. Nor did a masseuse rub in an illicit steroid like with Gatlin, or was I “framed” like Jones’ camp offered when she failed her drug test.

    Framed? Yeah, because Jones’ running is just so vital to our national interests.

    But there are many more excuses a science cheater like me could have used. Remember when Ben Johnson ran so fast in the 100-meters finals during the 1988 Seoul Olympics that it appeared as if he was either going to combust into flames or take off in flight? Yeah, well, that speed came from Winstrol, the same steroid reportedly favored by Rafael Palmeiro.

    Ben’s excuse? Someone dosed his water bottle. Rafael’s? He thought it was a B-12 vitamin that teammate Miguel Tejada gave to him.

    Still, those are better than the excuse Barry Bonds reportedly gave during his grand jury testimony in attempt for prosecutors to glean more information for the star-crossed slugger’s role in the BALCO case. In admitting to using “The Cream” or “The Clear,” two hardcore and ultra-scientific designer steroids, Bonds said he thought he was just rubbing flax seed oil onto his body.

    Really?

    Suffice it to say, my cheating days ended there. The effort, coupled with the guilt, made it not worth it. Besides, the time put into cheating could better be used for studying, or in other cases, for working out and getting stronger naturally. Honestly, it’s not too hard to do it that way. Then again, it seems as if the big thing for athletes these days is not winning or losing, but not getting caught.

    Anyway, the real lesson came from my dad when he told me, “You know, a D turns into a B a lot easier than it turns into a C.”

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    Rowand and Gordon on D.L. II

    Of all of the players that could have suffered a season-ending injury, Aaron Rowand's might have the most dire affect on the Phillies' lineup. Yeah, the Phillies say Rowand is only expected to miss 4-to-6 weeks with a broken ankle, but let's not kid ourselves... it will be very difficult for Rowand to return to his typical pinball-style of play in centerfield this season.

    Sure, it's easy enough to simply plunk Shane Victorino into Rowand's spot in center, but what about the bench? Surely, the Phillies aren't nearly as fearsome with Danny Sandoval, Chris Roberson, Michael Bourn and Joe Thurston on the bench.

    And what happens when the Phillies face a lefty? David Dellucci, who had been sitting out against left-handers, will now be forced to play every day regardless of pitching matchup. Surely Dellucci is capable and he came through with 29 home runs in a full-time role with the Texas Rangers last season, but 28 of those homers were hit against righties.

    This season, two of Dellucci's 12 homers have come off lefties. But aside from those two bombs, Dellucci has just one other hit against left-handers.

    Then there is Rowand's defense in center. It's hard to find too many other players who go gap-to-gap as well as Rowand. Victorino is capable, and is a fun player to watch because of his energy, but he's still a little raw.

    Either way, Rowand's style of play has already affected the team with two stints on the disabled list for running into things. An unpadded centerfield wall is one thing, but just think if Chase Utley would have been injured during Monday night's collision.

    Meanwhile, Gordon's injury shouldn't be too serious, but it is clear that the 38-year-old veteran needs more rest between outings after admitting that he has pitched with some pain since the All-Star break. That's really not that big of a deal -- Gordon just has to be used more judiciously by manager Charlie Manuel.

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