My favorite sports blog of all-time, FJM, has taken over the posting duties at Deadspin today. Every post has been chock full of the incredibly witty, stat-based dissection of horrible sports journalism that made me obsess over FJM in the first place. (Unfortunately, the FJM boys quit on us almost two years ago because they had to focus on their jobs as TV writers. Woe is us.)
It’s a shame we only get to read this stuff once a year. I miss the hell out of that blog.
He plays second base by positioning and studying opposing hitters and somehow gets to the right place at the right time.
A fact that is unique to David Eckstein. Robinson Cano plays second base by running in circles, closing his eyes, and trying to feel the ball off the bat. Omar Infante plays second base by attempting to divine, through augury and calf-entrail-spilling, who will hit the ball to him and when. Ian Kinsler plays second base by putting in a little earpiece and having someone whisper to him what to do, like Brando used to do when he no longer bothered to learn his lines. Clint Barmes plays second base like a guitar, picking the entire second base area up and strumming it lightly, occasionally taking requests from the crowd. (You should hear Clint Barmes play “April Come She Will” on the acoustic second-base-area. It’ll bring a tear to your eye.) (That might be the weirdest sentence I’ve ever written. Fuck it. I’m leaving it in. It’s 12:25 a.m.)
Listen: those things that you just said Eckstein does? Everyone does them. Every second baseman does them. Short ones, tall ones, good ones, bad ones. They all do it. They all position themselves and study opposing hitters and try to get to the right place at the right time. Because they are professional baseball players. Why does David Eckstein get credit for things everyone does? Major League Baseball ability is not graded on a shortness curve.