Ratto: Naming Giants All-Stars tough task for Bochy


Ratto: Naming Giants All-Stars tough task for Bochy

June 17, 2011


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Bruce Bochy wants the Bobby Cox Exception because, well, the Bobby Cox Exception has always been there.

The problem is, the Bobby Cox Exception has been largely muscled out of the All-Star Game selection process. Thus, Bochys flag-waving for Javier Lopez and Sergio Romo as All-Star-worthy pitchers is going to run into significant Ohhh, really? from the other people in the room.

Starting with the fact that there are other people in the room.

In the good old days, the manager picked the full All-Star roster with a little bit of help. Then the fans were allowed to pick the starters. Then the rosters were expanded. Now its a hugely convoluted mess with 34 players, but an Internet exception, and there are so many people in the room with Bochy who have their own ideas and urgencies that neither Lopez nor Romo is a lock to be anything other than cases of Guys, I did my best.

But lets do this systematically, and go through the 16 National League teams to decide how many open spots on his pitching staff Bochy actually has:


Brian McCann, Atlanta; Albert Pujols, St. Louis; Brandon Phillips, Cincinnati; Troy Tulowitzki, Colorado; Placido Polanco, Philadelphia; Ryan Braun, Milwaukee; Lance Berkman, St. Louis; Matt Holliday, St. Louis.


Joey Votto, Cincinnati; Prince Fielder, Milwaukee; Rickie Weeks, Milwaukee; Chipper Jones, Atlanta; Jose Reyes, New York Mets; Starlin Castro, Chicago; Miguel Montero, Arizona; Yadier Molina, St. Louis; Matt Kemp, Los Angeles; Hunter Pence, Houston; Jay Bruce, Cincinnati.

Thats 19 position players, and were probably shorting Stephen Drew (Arizona), Kelly Johnson (Arizona), Gaby Sanchez (Florida) and if you have to have a Giant, Cody Ross.

That means 15 pitchers, which is last years number and included three set-up relievers Arthur Rhodes, Evan Meek and Hong-Chih Kuo. So now lets take the starting pitchers.


Cole Hamels and Roy Halladay, Philadelphia; Clayton Kershaw, Los Angeles; Anibal Sanchez, Florida; Jair Jurrjens, Atlanta; Tim Lincecum, San Francisco.


Brian Wilson, San Francisco; Heath Bell, San Diego; Francisco Cordero, Cincinnati; Jonny Venters, Atlanta; Craig Kimbrel, Atlanta; Tyler Clippard, Washington; J.J. Putz, Arizona; Joel Hanrahan, Pittsburgh; Drew Storen, Washington.

Thats 15 already, leaving zero spots open for Paul Maholm, Pittsburgh; John Axford, Milwaukee; Kyle Lohse, St. Louis; Jhoulys Chacin, Colorado; Shaun Marcum, Milwaukee; Tommy Hanson, Atlanta; and the Giant candidates Lopez, Romo, Ryan Vogelsong, Ramon Ramirez and Matt Cain.

Anibal Sanchez has to go, unless Bochy wants four first basemen and would make Gaby Sanchez his Florida choice. Either Maholm or Hanrahan have to go to represent Pittsburgh, and either Storen or Clippard will be the Washington rep.

Now comes the next hard part taking a setup man instead of a very qualified closer. Putz and Kimbrel get the congratulations letter in that case, and now there are 15.

But lets say Bochy wants to get hard-nosed, as he is wont to do, and wants to ramrod another one of his pitchers onto the 15. Which one would he pick over the others?

Herein lies the hardest part of all picking one of the kids over the others. Is Vogelsong having a better year than Romo? Are Lopez splits (great vs. lefthanded hitters, bad against righthanders) still good enough to bump Ramirez?

Frankly, Bochy needs some timely injuries to players other than his own to avoid having to make that painful I-like-you-more-than-you call. Barring that, he might be better off not taking any of them and blaming the other guys in the room for doing the right thing viz. Kimbrel, Putz or Cordero.

In short, he can talk about being conscienceless toward his biases, but the math suggests that he wont be able to use the Cox Exception. The last time he managed an All-Star team, he took only three Padres Tony Gwynn and Trevor Hoffman (obvious) and Andy Ashby, who had gone 17-9 the year before and was 7-4 with a low-threes ERA the first half of 1999.

That was a modest enough haul back in the day, when the rosters were a paltry 32. Now, at 34, Bochy thinks he has tons of room. He doesnt. What he has, is time. Time for this to settle a bit more. Time for players to get hurt (yeah, like he doesnt have experience with that). Time for decisions to make themselves.

And if worse comes to worst, time to throw up his hands and say, Fine. If you want Ryan Madson so damned badly, you manage the freakin team. And dont think he wont do it, in that deep, drawn-out baritone that people confuse at their peril for dull-wittedness or indecision. He is none of those things. He is also not omnipotent the way All-Star managers used to be.

You know. Like Bobby Cox.

Ray Ratto is a columnist for CSNBayArea.com

NFL disregards domestic violence, as Giants extend its tolerance scale


NFL disregards domestic violence, as Giants extend its tolerance scale

The National Football League has been reminded yet again that it neither understands nor cares to understand about domestic violence.

But it will do better, you may rest assured. They’ll have a week where all the on-field personnel wear purple to commemorate the bruises.

That’s what the NFL does when it can no longer ignore its own tone-deafness – they turn their stupidity into a marketing opportunity. After all, every social problem can be solved in the league’s eyes by figuring out a way for the league to monetize it.

The latest example of the NFL’s slack-jawed world view comes from New York, where the Giants could not and still cannot figure out what to do about kicker/serial domestic abuser Josh Brown except not let him go to London for the weekend.

This means the league has learned nothing from the Ray Rice incident, even as Rice of all people is showing on a regular basis how to learn from it. More than that, it means it has no interest in learning anything about it, and will never prioritize it beyond crisis-management level – “Uh-oh, something bad just happened. Quick, put it behind us.”

Then again, the league has been so relentlessly ham-handed on so many things that, as convenient as this may be for it, we should stop expecting it to do so, to the point that when someone from the league wants to explain some social issue to us we should simply say with one voice, “Oh, shut up, you yammering frauds.”

It is difficult to prioritize the number of ways the Giants failed to comprehend the problem currently smacking them between the numbers, although owner John Mara’s “He admitted to us he'd abused his wife in the past. What’s a little unclear is the extent of that” may summarize it nicely.

Put another way, one could make a case that the Giants extended the universal talent-tolerance scale (if you have the talent, anything can be tolerated until it can’t) to include placekickers.

That seems less likely, though, than the more obvious point that the league doesn’t regard domestic violence as something worth concerning itself with, while bloviating all the time about all the things with which it is concerned. The league is the beat cop who never gets out of his car to see what is happening on his beat, and is shocked when something does.

And while it will be handy to pile this atop the list of reasons why Commissioner Roger Goodell doesn’t get it, the truth is he is merely the painful rash that reveals the league’s case of shingles. The league’s 32 constituent elements are culpable here because ignorance in the face of so much evidence becomes willful, and Goodell’s skill is not in guiding the league but in figuring out where his 32 bosses want him to go, and avoiding all the places they don’t.

Hence, domestic violence. This is not an easy problem to solve, as any expert will say, but Mara trying to decide how many punches are enough isn’t it. The league’s six-game suspension guideline that is now four years old has never been imposed on any player. It wants the power to use the talent-tolerance scale at whim to do what it wishes when it wishes to do it.

Or in this case, not do anything at all until it has to, and then in as minimal a fashion as it can manage.

So, Josh Brown loses a week in a foreign country on the company dime as a trade-off for continually terrorizing his wife. The league says it punished him for a game but was powerless to do anything else while knowing all along how severe the problem had become.

In short, it did the minimum. Now that everyone knows the fullest extent of Brown’s abuse, and how much the league knew without doing anything, it will now extend the minimum out to what it thinks is a new minimum.

So we now know that the NFL is looking for some metric that will determine the transactional “extent of that,” as John Mara so eloquently put it for us. When it comes up with that formula, it will surely ignore that standard, because the real standard is still “talent-tolerance,” and the world is made up of concentric circles surrounding the people who make the league and its members a dollar more tomorrow than it made today.

And spouses are a long way from the center.

Silent but effective Sharks look to be an under-the-radar power

Silent but effective Sharks look to be an under-the-radar power

The National Hockey League began its 685th season (or whatever the hell it is; the other reason to know is for the yobs who have to authenticate the shoulder patches), and apparently is going to belong to Auston Matthews and Connor McDavid and the new focus on speed and attack and goals.

At least that was the talk after Night One of 179, in which the first three games of the new season featured some mid-‘80s level run-and-run play. The Ottawa-Toronto game gave us Matthews’ first four NHL goals in a game his Torontos lost, 5-4. The Edmonton-Calgary game finished 7-4, with the nonpareil McDavid scoring twice. Even the St. Louis Blues and Chicago Blackhawks engaged in some fun-time up-and-down play in a 5-2 St. Louis victory.

But here, we get cold, hard sanity – the discipline and territorial integrity that is the hallmark of the new-ish and ever-so-slightly improved San Jose Sharks. They opened their defense of the Not-Quite-Stanley Cup with a very grind-y 2-1 win over the allegedly declining but still obstinate Los Angeles Kings.

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Guess which game won’t be talked about come the morning’s national rehashes. And guess who won’t give a farthing’s worth of damn.

Matthews and McDavid will of course dominate – Matthews, because he is a Toronto Maple Leafs and all things Leaf trump all things anything else in this still-defiantly Canadian league, and McDavid, because he helped usher in the brand new civic boondoggle . . . err, arena in Edmonton with two goals and the quote of the night.

“I don't think I touched the puck four times in my first game,” McDavid said, telling what is clearly a monumental whopper because he knows a good story when it is thrust upon him.

That will get run.

The Sharks, on the other hand, have resumed their plan running silent and running deep. Despite having the territorial and chance edges, the Skating Selachimorpha needed to stay true to their truth, which is that 11-goal games are not to their advantage, and that the sum of the whole must exceed its parts.

That’s how they got to hang a new banner from the rafters of The Old Grey Girl on Santa Clara Street – by keeping their heads when all about them are scoring theirs off.

Then again, the Sharks have older legs in key positions, greater expectations than Get The Puck To The Young’uns and Try Not To Finish 13th, and a coach in Peter (Chuckles) DeBoer who has the pressure of taking last year’s stealth success and finish the job the Pittsburgh Penguins prevented them from doing a year ago.

In short, the Sharks are likely to be just as under-the-radar this year as they were last, and assuming health and focus, they are still one of the two or three best teams in the Western Conference.

It’s just that they can’t run hither and yon chasing whatever puck looks tempting to them. Their first duty is to maintain defensive integrity, which they did with fervor and purpose Wednesday night, and their second is to see to it that goaltender Martin Jones is not oppressively treated by the opponent (San Jose outshot Los Angeles 31-22, and totally outshot the Kings, 73-58).

There was, in short, relatively little to make anyone wax euphoric about this team off one game, and in fairness, Kings coach Darryl Sutter knows how to keep games into the race-to-three stage, which may color the judgment some.

But the Sharks are playing the way they have learned works best for them, and that means gumming up passing (15 takeaways) and shooting lanes (21 blocked shots). They are like the Kings – well, the Kings of a couple of years ago – than they are the newest incarnations of the Oilers or Leafs, and based on history, that shall be considered a good thing.

Of course, the game, she is a’changing, and at some point in the next couple of years the changes that every season brings will become substantive ones, the old core will give way to a new one, and the current orthodoxy that speed is the most important component to happy-happy-win-joy will overtake San Jose.

DeBoer, though, showed against last night that is perfectly comfortable dancing with who brung him, as the kids no longer say, and making the most of what Providence has offered him. And Wednesday, as it did for most of the past year save the lost fortnight in Pennsylvania, that philosophy once again came up trumps.

Well, maybe that’s a saying we should probably forgo for awhile. Let’s just leave it at “Sharks, twice as many as Kings.” That’s a good enough result to get paid off in this league, and until DeBoer is asked for style points, that will more than suffice.