Category: Cincinnati

Most Reds fans will tell you that the big concern this off-season was pitching.  Sure, shortstop and left field are routinely identified as “areas of need”, but those are more of a luxury.  The Reds have solidly been a top 5 offense in the NL the past 2 years.  No, what hurt them last year was pitching, and this isn’t news.  But, if you know me, you know I like to put numbers to pretty much anything, so here you go:

This is a basic breakdown of the team’s performance in the major categories: hitting, pitching and defense (and I guess baserunning, but as you will see, that isn’t really “major”).

The first thing you might notice is that pitching isn’t the only thing that suffered in 2011.  The Reds’ offense lost more than 6 wins.  Well, that may be a bit misleading.  First, you might assume that even though both Batting and Pitching WAR went down, 33 is still higher than 7.  And you’d be right, by a lot.  This observation also plays out when you compare with the rest of the league.  In 2011 the Reds were still second in the NL (behind the Cardinals) in offensive WAR.  They were 14^th in pitching WAR.  The only reason 2011 seems like a drop in offensive output is because the Reds went ballistic in 2010, beating out the second place Brewers by almost 7 wins.  They were a virtual lock to go down in 2011.

So anyway, back to pitching.  Seven wins is not good.  It’s especially disappointing when you consider all the praise the Reds’ staff was getting before the season because of its depth.  Seven or eight viable starters.  When’s the last time Reds had such a stockpile?  One or two are bound to develop into a staff ace!

Well, not quite.  Cueto turned in a good year.  But an injury limited him to 24 starts, and as you can glean from other materials on this site, he may not have quite reached “ace” status.  Mike Leake, Homer Bailey, Travis Wood, and the out-of-nowhere Dontrelle Willis were also not bad, but not enough to make up a division winning middle-of-the-rotation, as the Reds only got 79 starts and 4.9 WAR among the four.

But the real problem with 2011 was Bronson Arroyo and Edinson Volquez.  The pair combined for -1.6 WAR in 52 starts.  Think about that for one more minute.  Nearly a third of the Reds’ starts were spent on guys who cost the Reds 1.6 wins.  That’s not compared to the average major leaguer.  That’s compared to the average replacement player (i.e. someone called up from AAA or random free agent guy).  This is somewhat mind blowing.

But ok, let’s relax a little.  (Breath.)  2011 is over.  2012 is a new year, and the Bronson Arroyo that Reds fans have come to know and love is dedicated to becoming the dependable innings-eater he had been for years.  While encouraging, I don’t think we can count on Arroyo becoming a middle-of-the-rotation guy.  At best he can be a serviceable 4/5.  But I do think he can do it, and there’s at least a chance he performs even better.

So that’s one down.  Next up: Volquez.  He gone (sorry, lived in Chicago too long).  But seriously, I hope he turns it around somewhat in San Diego (not too much though). I honestly won’t be too broken up about it, because no matter what happens, EV’s time in Cincinnati was done.  There was really no coming back from that situation.

So let’s stop dwelling in 2011 and look ahead.  We know what happened in 2011.  What’s going to happen in 2012?  Have the Reds put themselves in position to contend again?

OK, so it’s impossible to say.  But let’s make the best guesses possible.

Reds starters went from 11.4 WAR in 2010 to 6.1 WAR in 2011.  Can we return to double-digits?

First, the aces.  Cueto has hovered just below 3 the last two years.  Considering he is still just 26, and we’re hoping for a full season out of him, I’m going to go ahead and give him the 3.  Now obviously he could go higher (we hope), but there’s also the possibility that he regresses/gets hurt again/etc.  3 seems reasonable.

Mat Latos touched 4 wins above replacement as a 22-year-old.  His 2011, when he turned in just over 3, has been documented.  Many think Latos could turn into one of the best pitchers in the NL.  But since there are question marks, I don’t want to count on him for too much here.  I’m giving him 3.5, which could be conservative, but I’d rather be pleasantly surprised than disappointed.

Already we’re surpassing last year’s total.  That leaves Leake, Bailey, Chapman and Arroyo for the last three spots.  Something tells me Arroyo will be making 30+ starts, which is probably fine because we’ve now traded away much of our starting pitching surplus, and Chapman will be a big question mark.  Bailey has been taunting Reds fans for years, but despite his frustrating tendencies, he has shown he can be effective.  I was hoping we’d get a better read on him last year, but that didn’t happen.  He has gotten close to 2 WAR with around 20 starts each of the last two years, so I’m going to go ahead and give it to him.

I’m giving the same to Leake, who is entering just his third major league season, and can be expected to continue to steadily improve.

We’ve covered Arroyo, and as optimistic as I may have sounded, I’m giving him zero wins above replacement.  It sounds low, but consider, that’s an improvement of more than a win – no easy task.  Granted, he was bad enough last year that it shouldn’t be as difficult as it sounds, but the guy is what, 35?  And his strikeout rate continues to go down.

So where does that leave us (by the way, I gave Chapman ‘ah’ win)?  11.5.  Right around 2010 levels.  Of course, these are very rough estimates.  Anything can happen.

That’s not all though, right?  The Reds now have an experienced 8^th-inning guy who will transform the bullpen (or something like that).  Sean Marshall has been a brilliant back of the bullpen guy for the Cubs, and actually had more wins above replacement over the last two years (5.0) than the entire Reds bullpen (4.8).

Every time I think about doing an analysis like this, I start to get discouraged.  That’s because I almost feel foolish making the implication that we have any idea what’s going to happen next year.  What improves our chances though, is focusing less on individual players, and more on the team (you know, law of averages and all that).   So while I might have been more aggressive with Leake and Bailey, I was conservative with the rest, which hopefully adds up to a decent projection.  And of course, we haven’t even touched the rest of the team.  Some of that was by design… much of the offense will stay the same, which means the defense will stay the same.  Maybe Mesoraco contents for Rookie of the Year.  Maybe he struggles.  Maybe Stubbs bounces back.  I will say that there’s a lot of room for improvement.  2011 was a down year.

Topic for next time: why have the Reds so underperformed their expected win total based on WAR?  Dusty Baker anyone?

(P.S. Many of the WAR predictions made here were helped by the very cool player projection tool over at Fangraphs.  You can select certain stats for each player for the upcoming year and it calculates a corresponding WAR.  It includes stats for the last several years to help you out too.  I highly recommend it.)

I’m going to go ahead and commit a blog crime by reposting something I’ve written elsewhere. Several reasons are driving this decision.

One, is it really reposting if nobody read it the first time around? Two, with Aaron’s article kind of blowing up thanks to a Redleg Nation link, I feel a desire to give the people (should they ever return) more to read. And honestly, who wants to talk about football, Aaron?

Finally, Josh Wilker wrote about an invented game and it reminded me of our invented game. Josh’s is hypothetical but I believe, put into action, it would be an interesting variant. Is there anything more fun than successfully inventing a game? All of the iterations and tests to get to something perfect. That’s what we’re obsessing over right now, isn’t it? Some game tried and tried until we got to a point that we were satisfied with the challenge enough to pay people millions of dollars to play it in front of us.

So here’s my invented game. Feel free to create a league and talk about my little brother’s wins above replacement.

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I am not a sabermetrician. Not because I don’t “believe” in it but because I’m not really smart enough/dedicated to try to understand it. I have read Baseball Between the Numbers and Moneyball (even though that’s not really a book that teaches sabermetrics), so I get the concept and that some of the old ways of analyzing baseball aren’t really accurate.

Despite my sabermetric inadequacies, I do have a friend who gets it and I regularly follow some of his favorite writers, namely Rob Neyer and Joe Posnanski. The latter I do not follow as closely because he is the king of long-form posts. Kind of funny since I’m kind of the prince of verbosity. Willing to write tons of pages about myself but not willing to read any others. Probably says something about me and about why I don’t have a ton of regular followers.

One of the Joe Posnanski posts I managed to break down and read entirely was this one. It’s an interesting post that begins by mocking a writer who used the typical “mom’s basement” term to demean some nerd who understands things a lot better than him. Posnanski goes on to talk about the great games that took place in his mom’s basement when he was a kid. Fun to read about but mostly it reminded me of the games I played with my brothers. Games I hadn’t thought about in a while.

There was one game that I played with both my brothers and, many times, visiting cousins or neighbor kids. We called it Basement Baseball. I think you can kind of understand the premise just from the title, but there were some interesting quirks about the game. First, our basement had those high up basement windows that let enough light in just to remind you that it was daylight out and you were in your basement playing Sega. Because I had actually broken one once and had to pay for it, we made sure to use balls that wouldn’t break the windows. These came in the form of those cheap plush mini balls you get in a random kids’ meal. Ours came from White Castle. Funny, because I never recall actually eating White Castle as a kid.

Also in the confined quarters of a basement, a regular bat would not work. If you swung it, you might end up bopping the person in the ondeck circle (the bottom of the stairs). So we had to improvise. Our family was way ahead of the recycling curve. Back before there was home pickup of recycling, we used to store our recycling in bins under the basement stairs until the stairs were overflowing and then we’d load up the Ford Ranger (probably sitting four across the front, with the stick shift between one of the boys’ legs) and take it out to Clermont County on our way to the garden and recycle it. I would like to say it was because we were an environmentally concerned clan, but I have my suspicions that it was more a way of keeping from paying for more garbage bins per week. So with a bin full of two liters and Sunny Delight bottles under the steps, we had our pick of Eastons and Louisville Sluggers.

Each “bat” had its own specific qualities. Lotsa Red Pop had a cheaper, thinner plastic. I think this helped envelop the ball and direct it down the third base line better. Big K Sparkling Punch was a tighter plastic and the ball kind of popped off of it. Plus as an added bonus, you were using a pink bat that smelled like strawberry chemicals. My personal favorite was Sunny D. We used it sparingly for some reason. I think we liked to police ourselves and not get too much of an advantage. The ball seemed to go farther off of it. I’m not a physics teacher but I think it had something to do with the size of the gallon bat. It also made the most satisfying “whoomp” noise when you caught the meat of the bat. Gallon milk jugs were the occasional failed experiment due to their lack of a neck and a round body.

But the bats weren’t the only unique element these little Doubledays came up with. We also had a strange playing field. Our basement was unfinished for many years and right in the center of the open space was a metal pole. It was clearly an important support for the house but it was a very unfortunate part of Sanderson Field. But as kids with limited construction budgets we made do. In fact it was just a little off center in the basement to the point that we could make it our third base and foul pole. To the right side we had a cement wall where we positioned first base across from the pole. Second base was against the adjacent wall which also doubled as our centerfield and outfield fence. Both first and second were represented by large pillows. I don’t remember the exact rules about fouls and homeruns. I believe if you managed to get the ball up in the windowsill, that was a homerun. Also walls were in play. So there was a lot of strategy to ricochet shots. In fact one method of attack was to get the ball to bounce back into what is normally foul territory. Sometimes if you were lucky the ball could end up buried in the dirty clothes or get stuck behind the toybox in the back corner.

With limited players we of course had ghost runners. Also with limited players we had ghost defense. Instead of forcing an out at first you just threw the ball at the wall. If it beat the runner, the runner was out. But in tag situations, you didn’t even have to tag the runner. You could just bean the runner with the ball so long as they were off the bag. We called these “soakies”. I have no idea about the etymology on that word and as a kid thought it was a universal term. I think this rule benefited my older brother Justin the most because he had an excuse to wing a plush ball at his little brothers without getting into trouble.

Justin is seven years older than me and nine older than Tyler. At ~14 he was basically an adult to us, so he was required to play the game from his knees. I imagine if he played on his feet he would be able to get from home to first in two strides. I think when Dad participated he played from his knees too. Dad was also pretty good at runner interference. He would reach out his giant adult man arms and just pull you in as you rounded first until Justin found the ball and pegged you with it.

We played Basement Baseball enough that everything was pretty well established including placement of pillows and usage of bats. I think we played long enough that I was eventually big enough to have to play from my knees. It was an awesome game that ended in a lot of stubbed toes or scraped elbows. Then we refinished the basement and created a whole bunch of new memories there. Like windowsill slam dunk contests and knee races around the pool table.

I’ll have to use another post to tell you about another invented game Tyler and I played: Bookseeds (or two man baseball). With preemptive apologies to the Nagys’ lawn.