I’m certainly no sabermetrician — but being a baseball fan under the age of 40 (almost a contradiction in terms, I know), I am fully aware that the “old school” approach of judging a player’s worth on only the most basic of statistics is pointless bullshit. Brett Cecil provided us with one of the clearest examples of all time last night.
5 IP 9 H 7 ER 0 BB 3 K — FTW!
By any objective measure, that’s a pretty ugly line. But there’s no doubt Griffin and his ilk would claim it was a good night for Cecil for one reason: he got the win. Sure, he gave up seven earned runs. Sure, he barely managed to scrape through five innings, and sure, he was only allowed to finish his atrocious fifth because — through no effort of his own — he’d been staked to an 11-run lead by his teammates.
But he got the win!
Never mind all those complete games Doc threw in the last two years that ended up as losses because his brethen at the plate were too fuckin’ useless to provide more than two runs of support. Those were bad games. Come on Roy, get your head in the game.
I know I’m beating a long-deceased horse, and that piling up on the Blue Jays blogosphere’s favourite whipping boy is about as interesting and creative as a documentary about dog shit. But when stark examples like this present themselves, you’ve got to wonder — is there anything that would make the FJM-target brigade update their baseball worldview just a smidge?
Trust me, I’m not advocating a world where all writers are algorithm-obsessed nerds, but Christ, there’s got to be some happy medium, doesn’t there?