Madritsch out until September at least
Almost unnoticed, Madristch has talked about a timetable, and it made me sad. From MLB.com:
“The best-case scenario would have me coming back around the first of September, and the worst case would be pitching in the Instructional League,” he said. “The way I look at it, I’m not going to the Instructional League (in Arizona).”
Wiki, etc
Wiki’s on the 15-day DL, and word is he’ll be out at least that long and probably longer. Rene Rivera’s up.
In Tacoma, they’re now running a Ryan Christianson-Bryce Terveen combo, which is interesting at least. Terveen’s a lefty-hitting, righty-throwing catcher the M’s signed as a minor league FA, 27… and that’s about all I know about him.
The Times has the Mariners possibly looking into (repeatedlyCorcoran-endorsed) Benito Santiago, or some other possibilities: Kelly Shoppach in Boston, Pat Borders, Ben Davis (no, really) Todd Greene, Shawn Wooten (no, really), and even Gerald Laird.
The PI offers in return: Pat Borders! Bentio Santiago, Greg Myers, and possibly calling up Ryan Christianson. They also note that any player brought in would require a spot on the 40-man (while Rivera does not). Obvious candidates for clearing that spot would be Aaron Sele and Jeff Nelson.
Bucky had surgery, feels good, will continue rehab. No return date.
To The Wolves
Since I wasn’t around the blog all weekend, I didn’t get to weigh in on Jason being named GM and giving Julio Mateo a start. On the surface, moving a guy who has a 0.41 ERA into a role where he can actually have an impact ono the outcome of a game rather than pitching mopup duty looks like a pretty good idea. Its pretty tough to argue with an ERA that starts with zero point anything, and Mateo was pretty outstanding in 2003 as well.
Here’s my problem, though. While the results Julio Mateo have been getting this year are obviously phenomenal, there’s almost no reason to think that he’s showing any kind of sustainable skill that we didn’t already know he possessed. In other words, he’s exactly the same pitcher now as he has been. Let’s break down his numbers a bit.
Batters faced: 83
Walks and Hit Batters – 5 (6 percent)
Strikeouts – 10 (12 percent)
Home runs – 0 (0 percent)
Balls In Play – 68 (82 percent)
Mateo has been the epitome of a successful contact pitcher to date, mixing in almost no walks with literally no home runs and not many strikeouts and getting a ton of outs by allowing the defense to make plays. Now, let’s take a slightly closer look at his ball in play results.
Balls In Play – 68
Line Drives – 7 (10 percent)
Ground Balls – 22 (32 percent)
Fly Balls – 39 (57 percent)
Mateo’s an extreme flyball pitcher. That’s not new; he’s been this way this whole career. It’s also one of the reasons he’s been so prone to giving up home runs. Ron Shandler published a study in the Baseball Forecaster that showed historically that pitchers give up a home run on about 10 percent of their flyballs, and there do not seem to be any pitchers who have consistently been able to keep giving up flyballs while keeping the ball in the yard. For example, Mateo gave up 14 homers on 128 flyballs in 2003 (11 percent) and 11 home runs on 89 flyballs in 2004 (12 percent).
Mateo is yet to give up a home run this season. Using the 10 percent guideline, he “should” have given up 4 by now. This isn’t to say he hasn’t pitched well, but in projecting him going forward, we’re better off projecting a regression to a normal home run/flyball rate rather than assuming he’s developed a mysterious ability to induce 350 foot outs.
His home run rate isn’t the only anomalous part of his balls in play stats. He’s allowed just 12 hits on 68 balls in play, a .176 batting average. The league average is .293. Now, because flyballs are turned into outs at a greater percentage than groundballs and Mateo is one of the most extreme flyball pitchers in baseball, we expect him to post a better than average BABIP. Based on his raw numbers, Mateo “should” have allowed 17 hits on balls in play to date, a .250 average. He’s only allowed 12, which, again, is a rate that we can’t expect him to sustain.
I used another statistic developed by Ron Shandler called expected ERA to “normalize” Mateo’s performance to date had he given up the extra 5 hits on balls in play and 4 of his flyballs were turned into home runs. Using the formula (found here if you’re really geeky), Mateo’s expected ERA based on his normalized components is 3.85.
Essentially, if he continues to pitch with the same groundball, flyball, and contact rates he is now, we would expect him to post an ERA just a bit below 4.00 in a neutral park with a neutral defense. Pitching in Safeco Field in front of one of the best defenses in the game will probably knock at least half a run off that, but that won’t be something we should attribute to his skills.
So, what we have is a guy whose results are far, far exceeding what you would expect based upon the style of pitching he’s adopted. Even if he pitches just as well as he has to date, his ERA is going to rise pretty dramatically over the next few months. Despite the 0.41 ERA, a look inside his numbers shows no sustainable skill that will allow him to continue outpitching his hostorical norms. It should be noted, though, that his historical norms still make him one of the best pitcher’s on the staff.
So, while I applaud the M’s effort to get one of their better pitchers into more important innings and potentially give the rotation a boost, I’m not sure sending him out to face the New York Yankees in his first start in years is a great way to set him up for success. They lead the league in runs scored, are second in EqA, and are hitting .336/.402/.591 the past week while averaging 9 runs per game.
Contact flyball pitcher making first start in years + Steamrolling offense = Yikes.
I wish I had a little more optimism about how tomorrow night’s experiment was going to go, but realistically, I think this is probably going to be a one time thing. I only hope that a poor outing tomorrow night won’t relegate Mateo to long relief for the rest of the year.
Evil Rick Rizzs
For all the grief people give Rick Rizzs, you have to give the Mariner broadcaster one thing: he’s a relentless optimist. Anyone who can find the bright side of a Yankee sweep makes Norman Vincent Peale look like the dead guy from Joy Division, and I respect that.
I find it hard to give Rizzs a hard time because he seems so unflappably affable. I don’t know how he does it. Doesn’t everyone have a dark side?
Well, when I went to the game the other night, I was surprised to see a familiar looking man sitting next to me. He had wild, distinctive eyebrows that sloped downward, a supple voice that rumbled dramatically and just the hint of a brimstone flash behind his eyes.
“Say, friends,” he offered, even though I was the only one around, “Bret Boone might not have skills he once had, but you know what? He’s not trying as hard, either.”
I watched the rest of the game with Evil Rick Rizzs.
Whether Evil Rick is a refugee from some parallel universe where up is down and Ichiro can’t hit, I don’t know. Perhaps he is a ghostly doppelganger, haunting Safeco Field in search of his amiable terrestrial double; perhaps he is a Sybil-esque independent persona. Or perhaps he is the physical manifestation of an overactive imagination.
Whatever he is, I had to ask him to write us a post.
After a spirited negotiation — Evil Rick asked for 12 fresh souls, but I talked him down to a case of Billy Beer, a lock of Bud Selig’s “hair” and Pete Rose’s autograph — we reached an accord. This is what he turned in:
Well, good evening, friends, Evil Rick Rizzs with you tonight. My good counterpart is off at the library with Dr. Jekkyl, or volunteering at the Dorian Gray Soup Kitchen or something. Useless hippie.
You know, folks, when Jerry or whatever his name is asked me to write this, I was thrilled. No, not because of any opportunity to reach dedicated fans. I hate the Internet and everything on it. But thanks to the fifth-best blogger on this site, I have a forum for a few things I’d like to tell you about myself.
Like how, before Ryan Franklin pitches, I like to remind him that surrendering flyouts costs the “K’s for Kids” program financial support. So he is effectively stealing money from children in need.
He sometimes cries.
Then I just point at the tears, say “that is your MAGNOLIA MOMENT!” and cackle like a vampire.
Say, friends, whenever the Junior Sportscaster Inning rolls around, I bring a puppy into the booth. Then, I kick that puppy. Hard. Because I hate children and puppies, and because the puppy’s anguished yelp will hold more meaning than any exchange with Little Billy.
“Billy,” I’ll say through clenched teeth, rooting for the Mariners to make outs in a blessed hurry, “how are you doing today, pal?” “Good,” he’ll say. “Billy,” I want to tell him, “do you know what ‘monosyllabic’ means, buddy?”
But then I remember that every moment of air that kid fills is a moment that Henderson or Valle can’t speak. This brings an evil grin to my evil, evil face.
Ah, now listen that whistle. The sound of that locomotive outside Safeco Field reminds me of how much I would like to run over Dave Valle with a train.
Here are some tips for all you Little Leaguers out there: quit now, before your dreams fail. Also, kids, when mom or dad get a speeding ticket, wait until the officer has moved on and your parent is seething with rage. Then, point at the dollar figure and ask: “Are these the happy totals?”
After seeing Bill Buckner at the park last night, I removed a delicious Washington apple from my lunch bag and made as if to offer him a bite. “Hey Bill,” I said, flipping him a friendly wave. He smiled.
Then I rolled the apple between his legs, gave him the cackle, and hid behind Evil Dave Henderson.
Speaking of Evil Dave, after we stage a hostile, possibly armed takeover of the broadcast booth, I will implement the following rules: first, mention any “hitting streak” before it reaches five games, go to jail. No exceptions. Second, after any praise of Willie Bloomquist, the broadcaster is required to pause two full seconds, then say: “Of course you realize that, with those farcical comments, I am just mocking you.”
My fellow broadcasters will learn. Oh, they will learn. Turkey vultures will feast on the bones of my enemi …
Oh, all in good time. So, when do I get paid for this?
Deja Vu
Buried in the belly of Jayson Stark’s latest column is a stroll down amnesia lane for long-suffering Mariner fans. The Reds have recently coughed up two big leads, leads of more than four runs, late in the game.
There’s one past club that has matched this feat. Those of us who were around in the early 90s may remember them.
How hard is it to blow two games in eight days that you lead by at least four runs after the eighth inning? Well, only one other team has ever done it, according to Elias.
That would be Mike Schooler’s 1992 Mariners. On May 7, Schooler gave up a game-losing grand slam to Dave Winfield that finished off a messy five-run ninth. The next night, Schooler coughed up five more in the ninth, capped by a three-run homer by Lou Whitaker.
Mmmm. Mike Schooler.
Pineiro to minors, Mateo to rotation
Pineiro’s been optioned to Tacoma to work on his delivery for 10 days (he’s not supposed to start). Sherill’s been called up to take his spot on the roster and help the bullpen, which is one down because Mateo’ll be making a start (see Jason’s post speculating on this)
Scalping
Huzzah-inducer alert. Word is that Seattle is soon to legalize ticket scalping.
Not that I’m boosting ticket scalpers necessarily, but there has been a distasteful double standard between the guy trying to get $50 for his $40 seats on the street and the team allowing a similar practice on the Web.
But the team selling tickets for more than face value doesn’t take place in Seattle, they say — because the servers are not in Washington.
Councilman Richard McIver cited the Mariners as a reason for reform. McIver said the baseball club maintains that it doesn’t sell tickets in Seattle for more than face value because servers that host the club’s Web site are outside the state.
I’m guessing none of these servers are over 18 years old. Can we use that “no taking minors across state lines for immoral purposes” law to bust them for this? That law applies equally well.
Far from admitting that they are exploiting a situation in order to gouge the loyal fanbase, the M’s have a flabbergasting rationale for their little shell game over the Internets.
“Our concern continues to be the protection of our fans from harassment of aggressive scalpers,” Mariners spokeswoman Rebecca Hale said. “We are going to continue to deal with that problem through existing city ordinances,” a reference to the mobile-vending law.
If a scalper harasses me, I have a foolproof way of getting him to stop: I tell him I’m not going to buy his tickets.
If he keeps harassing me for money, he’s not a scalper, he’s an aggressive panhandler or a mugger. Or possibly a team official hawking a 20-game package.
[Previous USSM posts about this issue here.]
Julio Mateo
For my first real post in ages — though yes, that was me in the game thread last night — I’d like to discuss Mr. Mateo. Anybody else think he might be a decent option in the starting rotation? He’s been pitching longer outings this season, averaging two innings per appearance and has now pitched 3+ innings twice. Obviously he’d need a bit of time to build up the arm strength to pitch 5+ innings, but he’s probably not all that far away. From a repertoire standpoint, it’s not as if he’s getting the job done with just two pitches, so he could probably hack it as a starter. For a similar pitcher who made the switch effectively, check out Carlos Silva (reliever with the Phillies, became a starter with the Twins last year). Anyway, just a thought as I see our starters have a collective 5.63 ERA.
Game 45, Mariners at Orioles
For tonight’s game thread, I would like to call your attention to awamori, the delicious distilled rice liquor from Okinawa.
Like a strong, smooth, sake, the libation is first-rate. Occasionally, though, they change it up a little. As any reasonable person might expect, this involves putting a poisonous habu snake inside the bottle, making habu awamori.
It’s like the joyous combination in a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, with booze and venom in place of chocolate and crushed goober peas. Hey, you got a deadly viper in my alcohol! Hey, you got spirits all over my poisonous, fanged friend!
As a habitual liquor enthusiast, you accept the risk that alcohol may slowly kill you. It’s kind of the price of admission. A venomous viper turning up in your libation of choice — bearing fearsome fangs and a more direct form of poison — is a bit of a shock to the system.
[The effect is even more pronounced if, when drinking with a friend, you switch a snake-free bottle with a snake-full bottle while he or she visits the restroom. Surprise!]
Similarly, we expected bad pitching could wreak havoc with the Mariners’ season. So far, it has. But the hitting hasn’t been any kind of tonic, either. Well, maybe an illness-inducing one. Two great tastes that taste brutal together. Hey, you got Aaron Sele in my rotation! Hey, you got Wilson Valdez in my lineup!
For those keeping score at home: yes, I am comparing the Mariners’ recent pitching and offensive performance to a mind-numbing, tissue-destroying elixir. Lately, it seems appropriate.
As for the snake liquor, I have an uncle who enjoys all distilled beverages, the barley pop and other brain cell-murdering delights. Have you tried that habu awamori? I asked him one night. Yes, he replied. How is it? I followed up.
I’ll never try it again, he said.
There is a lesson in there that I will try to distill while watching Jamie Moyer take on Rodrigo Lopez. 4:05 p.m. TV: FSN. Radio: KOMO.
Week #7 in Review
Ice. Elevate. Rest.
Wednesday night while I played softball, the third base bag grabbed me by my cleats and spun me around and threw me to the ground in a move that would impress most fans of World Wrestling Entertainment.
Today my ankle and heel are colors of black and purple I don’t remember ever seeing in my 128-crayon box from 1st grade. I should be able to avoid the disabled list and be day-to-day. Will Carroll can provide the details.
And I’m choosing not to speak with my Yankee-fan sister this week. But because I am a Mariners fan, and thus choose to accept the bad with the good, I will relive the moments of the last week, though it may give me bad dreams…
Vital Signs
As of today the Mariners are 13-21, making pleasant company with those leftover cans of peaches from Y2K in the cellar of the American League West. A brutal week, but the M’s lost just a game on the division-leading Los Angeles Angels, and they are now 6 out of first place. They have been outscored by their opponents 160-141. It’s not the worst run-differential in the division, and according to adjusted standings of Baseball Prospectus, the Mariners are underperforming by a single game, and interestingly enough, the division should be a lot tighter at this point. The Mariners are 10th in the league in runs scored, tied with the Angels. They are 11th in on-base percentage, and 13th in slugging percentage. Their 102 walks rank 8th in the league, and their 23 home runs rank 13th in the league.
Some challenging offense this past week has brought the Mariners’ run prevention back under the influence of gravity. While their runs allowed is still second only to the Angels in the division, they have fallen to 8th in the league. The gloves are still outstanding, but the M’s slipped to 3rd in the league turning 71.4% of balls in play into outs.
Key pitching stastic: Starters ERA – 5.46. Bullpen ERA – 2.64.
Another week, another victory. There was a time not so long ago when roadtrips to northeastern America provided some of the best baseball games of the season. This week it was more like the scene from middle school where the acne-covered fat kid gets kicked in the junk and has his lunch money stolen. The Mariners were outscored 41-27. While they were out-homered 8-6 and out-walked 17-16, they simply surrendered more total hits to the opposition 65-49. It’s May 13 and the Mariners have won twice this month.
It’s plain not fair when you score more runs in the first inning on Wednesday than you’ve scored in 2/3’rds of your total games all season and still lose. I hate the Yankees.
Heroes
Ichiro! led the team in batting .400/.429/.600 with 15 total bases. (Kudos to a solid week from Adrian Beltre, too, .333/.385/.583, 3 doubles and a homer).
Eddie Guardado, Shigs Hasegawa, Julio Mateo and J.J. Putz combined for 14.1 innings and allowed only a single home run to Jorge Posada in the 8th inning Wednesday. They allowed just 6 hits, walked 1 and struck out 10.
Not-so-much Heroes
If Aaron Sele’s days as a Mariner aren’t already numbered, they should be. The Yankees carved him like a Thanksgiving turkey, as he recorded only 8 outs. In his 2.2 innings, he allowed 8 hits, walked 2 and surrendered 7 runs. His ERA presently stands at 6.31 through 35+ innings.
Mariner wins in May: 2. Contribution from Miguel Olivo: 0-for-21. Coincidence? Whatever.
Coming to a Stadium Near You
It’s like Groundhog Day all over again, only the M’s get to wear the white uniforms this time. Red Sox Friday-Saturday-Sunday. Yankees Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday.
And I swear, the next time I see David Ortiz take a swing, I’m making like Buster Bluth and dropping into the fetal position.