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January 25, 2012: FanGraphs Audio
I spent an extremely pleasant portion of my afternoon today talking to Carson Cistulli for the FanGraphs Audio podcast. You can hear it by clicking here.
I spent an extremely pleasant portion of my afternoon today talking to Carson Cistulli for the FanGraphs Audio podcast. You can hear it by clicking here.
January 20, 2012: The NFL playoffs
A big chart looking at the remaining NFL playoff teams for Grantland.
A big chart looking at the remaining NFL playoff teams for Grantland.
January 15, 2012: Proportionally-correct birds
I'm am surely not alone in having the opinion that the St. Louis Cardinals bat-and-birds logo is one of the prettiest things in all of baseball. But, it's not proportionally-correct. So I rectified that. This piece is on display over at the wonderful Old Time Family Baseball site, where Michael is doing a blogathon to raise money for Doctors Without Borders. There's a ton of good stuff up there, so it's worth heading over and throwing a few pennies into the electronic charity bucket.
I'm am surely not alone in having the opinion that the St. Louis Cardinals bat-and-birds logo is one of the prettiest things in all of baseball. But, it's not proportionally-correct. So I rectified that. This piece is on display over at the wonderful Old Time Family Baseball site, where Michael is doing a blogathon to raise money for Doctors Without Borders. There's a ton of good stuff up there, so it's worth heading over and throwing a few pennies into the electronic charity bucket.
November 15, 2011: Just an observation
Just an observation, something that popped into my mind after a few beers last night, thinking about t-shirts and entrance music.
Just an observation, something that popped into my mind after a few beers last night, thinking about t-shirts and entrance music.
November 2, 2011: Non-Triskaidekaphobics
A chart looking at players who wear the number 13.
A chart looking at players who wear the number 13.
November 2, 2011: Albert's last plate appearances as a Cardinal
Until Albert Pujols re-signs with the Cardinals or goes to play elsewhere, we will not know if his strikeout in the bottom of the seventh in Game 7 was his last plate appearance as a Cardinal. But, gosh damn, we've witness a fair few of his last plate appearances over the last month of the season. Ten of them, in fact. Here's a chart about those ten plate appearances.
Until Albert Pujols re-signs with the Cardinals or goes to play elsewhere, we will not know if his strikeout in the bottom of the seventh in Game 7 was his last plate appearance as a Cardinal. But, gosh damn, we've witness a fair few of his last plate appearances over the last month of the season. Ten of them, in fact. Here's a chart about those ten plate appearances.
October 29, 2011: Last 10/20/30/etc. champions
I don't really have the inclination to pretty this up with colors and stuff, because it doesn't need to be made into an infographic; it's perfectly adequate as simply info. I took a look at who were the last ten World Series champions. And the last twenty. And the last thirty. And 40, and 50, etc. I'd never noticed before that the Braves have only won once in each city they played in. Here's a Google doc of the information.
I don't really have the inclination to pretty this up with colors and stuff, because it doesn't need to be made into an infographic; it's perfectly adequate as simply info. I took a look at who were the last ten World Series champions. And the last twenty. And the last thirty. And 40, and 50, etc. I'd never noticed before that the Braves have only won once in each city they played in. Here's a Google doc of the information.
October 12, 2011: Detroit Tigers logo cats
Watching ALCS game three last night, there was a moment when I turned my head to one side whilst scratching an itch behind my ear. Looking at whichever player is was at-bat at that moment, I noticed something. And started playing around in Photoshop. A couple of other things: A quick drawing of Max Scherzer, and an interview with Prince Fielder.
Watching ALCS game three last night, there was a moment when I turned my head to one side whilst scratching an itch behind my ear. Looking at whichever player is was at-bat at that moment, I noticed something. And started playing around in Photoshop. A couple of other things: A quick drawing of Max Scherzer, and an interview with Prince Fielder.
October 9, 2011: Organizations, 2011
A chart that looks at the total wins and losses within each organization, with bar charts for each of the systems showing the winning percentage. No system had an entirely winning system, although the Astros had a losing record at every level.
A chart that looks at the total wins and losses within each organization, with bar charts for each of the systems showing the winning percentage. No system had an entirely winning system, although the Astros had a losing record at every level.
October 7, 2011: It means nothing
You tell yourself it means nothing. You look at the stats, and the history of the divsional era postseason and you know that being the best team in the regular season means nothing. Of the sixteen World Series since 1995, the best team has won only three times. The worst team in the playoffs has won it twice. (Here's a chart. There's an updated chart inc. the 2010 data in the Flip Flop Fly Ball book: neither SF or TEX were the best team in the majors.) But even with this knowledge, you can't help but look at the numbers: the team I root for won the toughest division in the American League, and had the best record in the league, and they'd be playing the winners of the weakest division. The Yankees should win. (And when I say should, I don't mean it in that way that Yankee fans are stereotyped: like they somehow deserve it.) But being the best means nothing. It doesn't matter how much money is spent on the team, either (there's a chart about this in the book, too). Money definitely helps a team get to the playoffs, but we come back to the first point here: in the playoffs, you might as well play pin the tail on the donkey. Even though you tell yourself, with all the evidence, that it means nothing, you can't help but get involved. You see highlight clips before each broadcast, you see catchers running into the arms of pitchers, and the team celebrating on top of them. They won the World Series. All that logical analysis out of the window: those guys won.
There are very few things I don't like about baseball. The lack of logic to the playoffs, though, is one of them. That a season that is way way way longer than any other sport, one-hundred-and-sixty-two friggin' games, can come down to a best-of-five, followed by two best-of-sevens... it's so utterly ridiculous, it makes no sense whatsoever. Maybe my view is tainted because I'm British, I'm used to the best team in English soccer being the one that got the most points in the league. We keep our knockout competitions separate. The goal of the long slog of the season is to come out on top, not be forced to have a quick kick around with seven other teams who were nearly as good. The more I have learned about baseball, the more I have buried myself in the history, the more I think that the game would be better in the pre-1969 league set-up: two leagues, winners play for the series. I can't go back in time to gauge the feelings of players, teams, or fans, but I imagine that before 1969, winning your league's pennant meant a heck of a lot more than it does now. That was a very real prize for winning the long season. What does it mean now? If it is mentioned, it's because you were the World Series loser. It means you won seven games. That's all.
Knowing all this does help, it helps to know that the rolling of a dice isn't going to go your way a lot of the time. But, game five of the ALDS: it's impossible to let your brain entirely rule your heart. I wonder why Nova is yanked so quickly, I wonder why Hughes is yanked so quickly, I see the bases loaded with one out twice and only one run score. I imagine Benoit's boil is chatting away with him. Maybe the boil is a Yankee fan, maybe he's trying to convince him to see if he can throw a type of pitch he's never thrown before. Maybe he's just telling him about some hot girl he's seen in the expensive seats. I see Disco Valverde come in in the 9th, and the perfect narrative in my head - my head being a head that dislikes Valverde - is that the dancing fool gets completely lit up and loses the game for the Tigers. I see Alex Rodriguez, an utterly fantastic player who may be past his best, a player I still hope has some good years left in him, a highly-paid and therefore highly-hated player who just wants to be loved. And I, you, and everyone who cared to look at the glass as being half-empty, knew he'd strike out. (That's not true: I had envisaged a weak grounder to short.) But there's one more big hit in him, he can smack one into the gap, and Teixeira can launch one and win the game. But that didn't happen. Disco Stu struck A-Rod out. Oh. So that's it.
I know, I am very aware, that most of the people reading these words have no sympathy whatsoever for a Yankee fan. (And, by the way, thanks for reading this or any of the other things written on the site: I know that the vast majority of visitors don't come here for the writing, but I enjoy doing it, so if you are reading it, thank you.) This is something beyond the team I root for. I think it's something every fan knows. That hollow feeling when it's all over. I've experienced it twice this season. Once in the Mexican League, and now in the American League. Both teams had the best records in their leagues. Both teams lost to teams called the Tigers. While I am way way way more of a New York Yankees fan than a Diablos Rojos del México fan, the loss in the Mexican League series was actually worse. The Diablos had won the equivalent of the division series, won a game seven in the equivalent of the championship series, and were swept by Tigres de Quintana Roo. I was at games three and four. It was thoroughly depressing. But the disappointment of losing is something that is best shared, I think. Just as is the joy of winning. When I watch important games on TV, I am very quiet. not really a huge amount of fun to be with. There's something so much better about doing it in public, though. Even if you aren't actually with someone you know. You are surrounded by people going through the same emotions. I clearly remember when England lost to Germany in the 1996 European Championships semi-final. I watched it in a pub in my hometown. When England were defeated on penalties, I walked to the bus station through the city. The whole city was quiet. There were lots of people milling around, but nobody was talking. It was kind of beautiful, that shared but separate silence. I felt the shared joy when I saw Liverpool win the Champions League in Istanbul in 2005. I felt the shared disappointment when I saw them lose the Champions League final in Athens in 2007. Until the Diablos-Tigres series, I'd not felt that with baseball. I watched game six of the 2009 World Series, drunk with a friend in Berlin. We drank champagne at nearly 6 o'clock in the morning, Central European Time.
I've watched the last two playoff defeats on my laptop, in my bedroom in Mexico City. The hollow feeling after defeat is all the more hollow when there's nobody around who cares. I'm not one for dissecting every moment of the game when it is over, I just wanna sit near people who know what it's like. After Alex Rodriguez struck out, I closed the browser window immediately. I had no desire to see Detroit celebrate. Especially Valverde. (I have nothing at all against Detroit, just, y'know, he seems like a dick, and I can't help but wonder if he'd be doing this stuff if he were a starter in the National League, having to step into the batter's box.) So I went for a walk around the neighbourhood, and on the way back, stopped in a crappy Irish-type pub, ordered a Jameson's and a Modelo Especial. The bar's speakers were blasting Creedence. Jameson's and Creedence remind me of being in Toronto. The TVs were showing some NASCAR-ish type race.
It's not the end of the world. My team lost. So be it. And I am more than aware that the team I root for is way more likely to win the World Series soon than plenty of other Major League Baseball teams. Now I have to root for the team that I hate the least. So, y'know, go Brewers/Cardinals/D-backs/Tigers. Of course, for the good of the world in general, a World Series featuring the least marketable teams would be best, because it would slow down the flow of money into Rupert Murdoch's bank account. But really, I don't care who is in the World Series. I'm just rooting for the remaining series to go seven games each. More baseball means a shorter wait until Spring Training. Losing sucks. Of course it does. But I am thankful that I have found a game with such a long regular season, where individual losses don't affect me as much. I like watching a game in July, seeing my team lose, and not really being affected by it too much. It's good to enjoy the game more than the result. A couple more weeks of nail-biting, of joy and sorrow for fans of the remaining teams. Then we Hornsby ourselves away until March, with the smaller ballparks, the enormous squads, and the sunshine of Arizona and Florida. March, you are a beautiful month.
You tell yourself it means nothing. You look at the stats, and the history of the divsional era postseason and you know that being the best team in the regular season means nothing. Of the sixteen World Series since 1995, the best team has won only three times. The worst team in the playoffs has won it twice. (Here's a chart. There's an updated chart inc. the 2010 data in the Flip Flop Fly Ball book: neither SF or TEX were the best team in the majors.) But even with this knowledge, you can't help but look at the numbers: the team I root for won the toughest division in the American League, and had the best record in the league, and they'd be playing the winners of the weakest division. The Yankees should win. (And when I say should, I don't mean it in that way that Yankee fans are stereotyped: like they somehow deserve it.) But being the best means nothing. It doesn't matter how much money is spent on the team, either (there's a chart about this in the book, too). Money definitely helps a team get to the playoffs, but we come back to the first point here: in the playoffs, you might as well play pin the tail on the donkey. Even though you tell yourself, with all the evidence, that it means nothing, you can't help but get involved. You see highlight clips before each broadcast, you see catchers running into the arms of pitchers, and the team celebrating on top of them. They won the World Series. All that logical analysis out of the window: those guys won.
There are very few things I don't like about baseball. The lack of logic to the playoffs, though, is one of them. That a season that is way way way longer than any other sport, one-hundred-and-sixty-two friggin' games, can come down to a best-of-five, followed by two best-of-sevens... it's so utterly ridiculous, it makes no sense whatsoever. Maybe my view is tainted because I'm British, I'm used to the best team in English soccer being the one that got the most points in the league. We keep our knockout competitions separate. The goal of the long slog of the season is to come out on top, not be forced to have a quick kick around with seven other teams who were nearly as good. The more I have learned about baseball, the more I have buried myself in the history, the more I think that the game would be better in the pre-1969 league set-up: two leagues, winners play for the series. I can't go back in time to gauge the feelings of players, teams, or fans, but I imagine that before 1969, winning your league's pennant meant a heck of a lot more than it does now. That was a very real prize for winning the long season. What does it mean now? If it is mentioned, it's because you were the World Series loser. It means you won seven games. That's all.
Knowing all this does help, it helps to know that the rolling of a dice isn't going to go your way a lot of the time. But, game five of the ALDS: it's impossible to let your brain entirely rule your heart. I wonder why Nova is yanked so quickly, I wonder why Hughes is yanked so quickly, I see the bases loaded with one out twice and only one run score. I imagine Benoit's boil is chatting away with him. Maybe the boil is a Yankee fan, maybe he's trying to convince him to see if he can throw a type of pitch he's never thrown before. Maybe he's just telling him about some hot girl he's seen in the expensive seats. I see Disco Valverde come in in the 9th, and the perfect narrative in my head - my head being a head that dislikes Valverde - is that the dancing fool gets completely lit up and loses the game for the Tigers. I see Alex Rodriguez, an utterly fantastic player who may be past his best, a player I still hope has some good years left in him, a highly-paid and therefore highly-hated player who just wants to be loved. And I, you, and everyone who cared to look at the glass as being half-empty, knew he'd strike out. (That's not true: I had envisaged a weak grounder to short.) But there's one more big hit in him, he can smack one into the gap, and Teixeira can launch one and win the game. But that didn't happen. Disco Stu struck A-Rod out. Oh. So that's it.
I know, I am very aware, that most of the people reading these words have no sympathy whatsoever for a Yankee fan. (And, by the way, thanks for reading this or any of the other things written on the site: I know that the vast majority of visitors don't come here for the writing, but I enjoy doing it, so if you are reading it, thank you.) This is something beyond the team I root for. I think it's something every fan knows. That hollow feeling when it's all over. I've experienced it twice this season. Once in the Mexican League, and now in the American League. Both teams had the best records in their leagues. Both teams lost to teams called the Tigers. While I am way way way more of a New York Yankees fan than a Diablos Rojos del México fan, the loss in the Mexican League series was actually worse. The Diablos had won the equivalent of the division series, won a game seven in the equivalent of the championship series, and were swept by Tigres de Quintana Roo. I was at games three and four. It was thoroughly depressing. But the disappointment of losing is something that is best shared, I think. Just as is the joy of winning. When I watch important games on TV, I am very quiet. not really a huge amount of fun to be with. There's something so much better about doing it in public, though. Even if you aren't actually with someone you know. You are surrounded by people going through the same emotions. I clearly remember when England lost to Germany in the 1996 European Championships semi-final. I watched it in a pub in my hometown. When England were defeated on penalties, I walked to the bus station through the city. The whole city was quiet. There were lots of people milling around, but nobody was talking. It was kind of beautiful, that shared but separate silence. I felt the shared joy when I saw Liverpool win the Champions League in Istanbul in 2005. I felt the shared disappointment when I saw them lose the Champions League final in Athens in 2007. Until the Diablos-Tigres series, I'd not felt that with baseball. I watched game six of the 2009 World Series, drunk with a friend in Berlin. We drank champagne at nearly 6 o'clock in the morning, Central European Time.
I've watched the last two playoff defeats on my laptop, in my bedroom in Mexico City. The hollow feeling after defeat is all the more hollow when there's nobody around who cares. I'm not one for dissecting every moment of the game when it is over, I just wanna sit near people who know what it's like. After Alex Rodriguez struck out, I closed the browser window immediately. I had no desire to see Detroit celebrate. Especially Valverde. (I have nothing at all against Detroit, just, y'know, he seems like a dick, and I can't help but wonder if he'd be doing this stuff if he were a starter in the National League, having to step into the batter's box.) So I went for a walk around the neighbourhood, and on the way back, stopped in a crappy Irish-type pub, ordered a Jameson's and a Modelo Especial. The bar's speakers were blasting Creedence. Jameson's and Creedence remind me of being in Toronto. The TVs were showing some NASCAR-ish type race.
It's not the end of the world. My team lost. So be it. And I am more than aware that the team I root for is way more likely to win the World Series soon than plenty of other Major League Baseball teams. Now I have to root for the team that I hate the least. So, y'know, go Brewers/Cardinals/D-backs/Tigers. Of course, for the good of the world in general, a World Series featuring the least marketable teams would be best, because it would slow down the flow of money into Rupert Murdoch's bank account. But really, I don't care who is in the World Series. I'm just rooting for the remaining series to go seven games each. More baseball means a shorter wait until Spring Training. Losing sucks. Of course it does. But I am thankful that I have found a game with such a long regular season, where individual losses don't affect me as much. I like watching a game in July, seeing my team lose, and not really being affected by it too much. It's good to enjoy the game more than the result. A couple more weeks of nail-biting, of joy and sorrow for fans of the remaining teams. Then we Hornsby ourselves away until March, with the smaller ballparks, the enormous squads, and the sunshine of Arizona and Florida. March, you are a beautiful month.
October 6, 2011: Baseball and some other names
A pretty simple chart today: simply look at what baseball is called in a bunch of other languages.
A pretty simple chart today: simply look at what baseball is called in a bunch of other languages.
October 5, 2011: Mets and Yankees logos
There was, er, what's the word... an interesting reaction to the graphic I made for the Los Angeles Giants and San Francisco Dodgers (here), and a friend of mine said, "Awesome! But let's see if you can do that with a team you love, mister." So, as a fan of the Yankees, I looked at mixing up the Yankees and Red Sox logos, but the logos are too different graphically, so it would've just been an unreadable mess. Next best thing: to mix up the logos of New York's American and National League teams. As a Yankee fan, I don't have any bad feeling at all towards the Mets. Their current financial situation is pretty crappy, and I'd like to see the doing well. I've been to a Subway Series game at Citi Field and thoroughly enjoyed it. It's a gorgeous ballpark. I think, though, it all comes down to the fact that the very first baseball game I went to was with a Yankees and a Mets fan. I remember clearly talking to Mark, the Mets fan, about the rivalry, and him telling me that he doesn't hate the Yankees stuck with me; so from that very first day, my fandom has never included disliking the Mets. Maybe it's because I don't and never have lived in New York, maybe not. But the Mets are fine by me. Anyway, the logos mix-ups are done with a sense of fun. Let's see if the graphic is received that way, eh?
There was, er, what's the word... an interesting reaction to the graphic I made for the Los Angeles Giants and San Francisco Dodgers (here), and a friend of mine said, "Awesome! But let's see if you can do that with a team you love, mister." So, as a fan of the Yankees, I looked at mixing up the Yankees and Red Sox logos, but the logos are too different graphically, so it would've just been an unreadable mess. Next best thing: to mix up the logos of New York's American and National League teams. As a Yankee fan, I don't have any bad feeling at all towards the Mets. Their current financial situation is pretty crappy, and I'd like to see the doing well. I've been to a Subway Series game at Citi Field and thoroughly enjoyed it. It's a gorgeous ballpark. I think, though, it all comes down to the fact that the very first baseball game I went to was with a Yankees and a Mets fan. I remember clearly talking to Mark, the Mets fan, about the rivalry, and him telling me that he doesn't hate the Yankees stuck with me; so from that very first day, my fandom has never included disliking the Mets. Maybe it's because I don't and never have lived in New York, maybe not. But the Mets are fine by me. Anyway, the logos mix-ups are done with a sense of fun. Let's see if the graphic is received that way, eh?
October 3, 2011: The 2011 MLB Playoff Teams
I put together a big chart looking at all the MLB playoff teams for Grantland, looking at various aspects of each team.
I put together a big chart looking at all the MLB playoff teams for Grantland, looking at various aspects of each team.
October 1, 2011: Regular season playing time
It might not surprise you to know that two teams from the AL East played the longest seasons. This chart looks at how long every team's season was.
It might not surprise you to know that two teams from the AL East played the longest seasons. This chart looks at how long every team's season was.
September 25, 2011: South Philadelphia Sports Complex
A graphic about the South Philadelphia Sports Complex, home to the Phillies, Eagles, 76ers, and Flyers.
A graphic about the South Philadelphia Sports Complex, home to the Phillies, Eagles, 76ers, and Flyers.
September 20, 2011: First and Last
I was listening to episode 446 (Living Without) of This American Life this afternoon, and there was a former baseball player talking about grounding out and knowing when the ball came off his bat that that was it, he was done playing baseball. It got me thinking about the last plate appearances of well-known players. The obvious extension of that thought was to look at the first and last plate appearances by well-known players. So I did. There's 22 of them so far. I'm kinda picking them randomly, and maybe, just maybe, I might try and add a new one every day. We'll see how that goes. And if it goes well, I might extend it to look at the outcome of the first batter faced by well-known pitchers, too.
I was listening to episode 446 (Living Without) of This American Life this afternoon, and there was a former baseball player talking about grounding out and knowing when the ball came off his bat that that was it, he was done playing baseball. It got me thinking about the last plate appearances of well-known players. The obvious extension of that thought was to look at the first and last plate appearances by well-known players. So I did. There's 22 of them so far. I'm kinda picking them randomly, and maybe, just maybe, I might try and add a new one every day. We'll see how that goes. And if it goes well, I might extend it to look at the outcome of the first batter faced by well-known pitchers, too.
September 18, 2011: Cleveland Brownlee
On a bleachingly hot Sunday afternoon in July saw a few innings of an Intercounty Baseball League game at Christie Pits in Toronto between the Toronto Maple Leafs and London Majors. It was way way way too hot to sit on the grass in the sun behind home plate for more than ten minutes. So I sat under a tree beyond the left field fence. Here's a drawing of the Majors' wonderfully-named left fielder Cleveland Brownlee.
On a bleachingly hot Sunday afternoon in July saw a few innings of an Intercounty Baseball League game at Christie Pits in Toronto between the Toronto Maple Leafs and London Majors. It was way way way too hot to sit on the grass in the sun behind home plate for more than ten minutes. So I sat under a tree beyond the left field fence. Here's a drawing of the Majors' wonderfully-named left fielder Cleveland Brownlee.
September 16, 2011: Reactions
A couple of days ago, I altered the Giants and Dodgers cap logos, wondering what might've been had the New York Giants gone to Los Angeles, and the Brooklyn Dodgers gone to San Francisco in 1958. Frivolous fun. Not for Giants and Dodgers fans, it would seem. Scroll down to see some of the reactions culled from Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook.
A couple of days ago, I altered the Giants and Dodgers cap logos, wondering what might've been had the New York Giants gone to Los Angeles, and the Brooklyn Dodgers gone to San Francisco in 1958. Frivolous fun. Not for Giants and Dodgers fans, it would seem. Scroll down to see some of the reactions culled from Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook.
September 15, 2011: Elimination pokeys
I had a dream last night that there were people dressed in papier-mâché spheres. Each of the spheres had the name of an MLB team on them, and as each team was eliminated from its division race, the people chopped off that sphere with an axe. They kind of looked and behaved like the Pokey character in the Shifting Sand Land level of Super Mario 64. So I did a drawing.
I had a dream last night that there were people dressed in papier-mâché spheres. Each of the spheres had the name of an MLB team on them, and as each team was eliminated from its division race, the people chopped off that sphere with an axe. They kind of looked and behaved like the Pokey character in the Shifting Sand Land level of Super Mario 64. So I did a drawing.
September 14, 2011: Arizona Fall League and other U.S. winter leagues
With the Arizona Fall League just around the corner, I thought I'd do a chart about it. And it was news to me that there were three other attempts over the past couple of decades at a second winter league in the United State. I've also knocked up a quick thing looking at what may have happened had flights gone to different cities in 1958.
With the Arizona Fall League just around the corner, I thought I'd do a chart about it. And it was news to me that there were three other attempts over the past couple of decades at a second winter league in the United State. I've also knocked up a quick thing looking at what may have happened had flights gone to different cities in 1958.
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An Infographic Baseball Adventure
Yes! There's a book coming out. 160 pages of charts, drawings, essays, and a foreword by Rob Neyer.
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An Infographic Baseball Adventure
Yes! There's a book coming out. 160 pages of charts, drawings, essays, and a foreword by Rob Neyer.
More info here.
Published by Bloomsbury USA. In stores now.
You can order it from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and IndieBound.
The usual stuff:RSS / Twitter / Facebook / Tumblr
Email me:
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All content © 2009-2012 Craig Robinson.Unless otherwise noted.
Links (general):Baseball Almanac
The Baseball Cube
Baseball Fever
Baseball GB
Baseball Graphs
Baseball In-Depth
Baseball Library
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Baseball Musings
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Baseball Projection
Baseball Race
Baseball Reference
Batter Chatter
Beyond the Box Score
Big League Stew
Cot's Baseball Contracts
Deadball Era
Deadspin
Dirk Hayhurst
Eephus League
ESPN Sweet Spot
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Futility Infielder
Getting Blanked
Hardball Talk
The Hardball Times
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It's a long season
Joe Posnanski
Major League Baseball
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