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Hall of Fame baseball writer Hal McCoy has retired from the Dayton Daily News after covering the Cincinnati Reds for 37 years. Hal's blog, though, will continue to be a must-read for Reds fans. He'll share his thoughts on the team this season and will file updates from Great American Ball Park. You also can catch Hal in print every Sunday in his popular Ask Hal columnHome > Blogs > The Real McCoy | Cincinnati Reds baseball news > Archives > 2009 > November
November 2009
Just call him Albert the Great
FORMER CINCINNATI Reds manager Jerry Narron once referred to Albert Pujols simply as Albert the Great - no last name. And everybody in the room knew exactly to whom he referred.
I laughed loudly at the reference and Narron enjoyed that I appreciated his sense of humor. Never again did he refer to him as Albert Pujols. It always was Albert the Great.
And no nickname ever fit more snugly.
Albert Pujols truly is Albert the Great.
When MVP ballots arrive, voters are asked to list their Top Ten candidates, ranking them One through Ten. On this year’s ballot I was tempted to scribble on my ballot, “Albert Pujols and any other nine guys you can think of.”
Apparently, I wasn’t alone in this thinking. Pujols was listed No. 1 on all 32 ballots (two votes from each National League city) to win the NL MVP for 2009.
IN MY 37 YEARS of covering baseball, I never saw a hitter more feared than Albert the Great. And rightfully so. He can beat you with a home run or he can beat you with a double or he can beat you with single or he can beat you with a walk.
He has beaten the Reds so many times, including a ninth-inning grand slam off David Weathers, if I’m managing the Reds I don’t EVER let him beat me. No way. No how. If the Reds had a three-run lead in the ninth inning and the St. Louis Cardinals had the bases loaded with Albert the Great due up, I walk him and take my chances with the next guy.
He is that potent.
And there is another reason I love this guy.
The Cardinals were playing the Reds two years ago, when Cincinnati first baseman Joey Votto was a rookie. Before one game, I was standing by the batting cage when Pujols walked by. Votto spotted him and stopped him.
He asked Pujols a question about playing first base and for the next 20 minutes Pujols was demonstrating not only the footwork at first base but some batting stances. I mean, there was a guy from an opposing team, a team that plays in the same division as the Reds, and he was imparting knowledge (very, very good knowledge) to the other team’s first baseman.
Judging by the improvement Votto has made defensively and at the plate, I’d say what Pujols told him must have been applied.
What is outstandingly amazing to me is that this is Pujols’ third MVP, his second in a row. And he isn’t even 30. There are many more in his future.
To me, the difference between the Cardinals and the Reds is one thing - Albert the Great. If the Reds had a player of his caliber, things might be different on the riverfront. Then you couldn’t say that the Reds put the ‘less’ in hopeless.
And to think, the Cardinals are ‘only’ paying him $16 million a year - about half of what A-Rod makes. Given a choice, I’d take Pujols over A-Rod every time. I’d take Pujols over anybody.
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TweetWhy oh why am I in Wyoming?
SOMEWHERE IN WYOMING — The chartered bus rumbles across I-80 at 75 miles an hour, the speed limit in Wyoming, and as I gaze out the window I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles - north, south, east, west.
Not a tree. Not one tree. Elizabeth Browning clearly was never here. On last year’s trip, former baseball writer Gerry Fraley said, “I’m as lonely as a woodpecker in Wyoming.”
Why am I in Wyoming - and for the first time ever, I might add? I am a rookie, the Guest of Honor, on Wyomania VII. It’s an annual event put together by Hall of Fame baseball writer Tracy Ringolsby, a staunch supporter of the University of Wyoming football program.
THIS IS THE seventh year he has invited a bunch of mostly veteran and aging sports writers, plus a few scouts and other baseball people, to a weekend gathering that ends with attendance at the University of Wyoming’s final home football game.
What Ringolsby hopes is that there will be 10 inches of snow and howling winds at 20 mph so we all can suffer in the great outdoors. Chicago writer Phil Rogers calls this event, “A hunting trip without guns.”
This year’s Wyoming opponent was undefeated TCU, the No. 4 team in the country, and the Wyoming coaches hoped for a blizzard and gale winds, “Because those Texas boys won’t want to play in that.”
TCU was favored by 32½ points - but the game comes later. First we all gathered in Denver and our first night we had dinner at the Buckhorn Exchange - established in 1893 by a guy who rode with William Wild Bill Cody and the owner of Colorado liquor license No. 1.
THE MENU, uh, a bit different. Rattlesnake and Rocky Mountain oysters are appetizer choices. For the uninitiated, Rocky Mountain oysters are buffalo testicles. I try one after I’m told they are heavily breaded and if you dip them in enough sauce they aren’t bad.
With one bite I knew they were not breaded nearly heavily enough nor was there enough sauce.
The main menu? Tibetan yak. Or elk. Or Buffalo. Or quail. When the waitress mentioned the Tibetan yak, Texas Rangers media relations director John Blake asked, “Is the Tibetan yak fresh?”
I opted for the buffalo steak, which was tasty but a bit dry until I covered in with A-1 sauce.
As guest of honor, I was presented an official University of Wyoming brown and gold football game jersey ( No. 37 for my 37 years of covering the Reds) with my name on the back - Prince Hal. We all have nicknames and I was dubbed Prince Hal years ago by Toronto baseball writer Bob Elliott.
Did you know only three Division I football programs have brown in their colors - Brown University, Bowling Green and Wyoming.
The next morning the Wyomaniacs, 22 strong, took a bus to Ringolsby’s ranch near Cheyenne for lunch. He has four show horses that his wife, Jane, rides in shows. But talk about the lone prairie.
AFTER WE LEFT the interstate, we drove a few miles on a two-lane asphalt road. Suddenly, a sign appeared that said, “Pavement ends.” New York Mets scout Bryan Lambe, who lives on Long Island, wanted to stop the bus and take the sign home.
He asked Ringolsby how big Cheyenne is and he said, “It’s the biggest city in the state, about 50,000 people. Said Lambe, “We have that many people in two square blocks in Nassau County.”
As we traveled over a dirt road for a couple of miles, we were up close and personal with herds of antlered antelope, so close to the bus you could almost reach out and touch them, if you desired to touch antelope. And there was jackelope, too (very large rabbits).
That night we checked into a Marriott in Laramie, the state’s third largest burg (27,000) and home to not only the Wyoming Cowboys, but the tallest building in that state - a student residence hall that is eight stories tall.
After dinner at the university, we went to the Altitudes bar to await the Wyoming pep band. Every Friday night before a home game the pep band visits every bar in Laramie, marches through, and plays the fight song, which is “Cowboy Joe.”
THE MORNING of the game was a balmy 35, with no wind, much to TCU’s delight. And the Horned Frogs didn’t seem intimidated by the sign in front of War Memorial Stadium that said, “Welcome to 7,200 feet (two thousand feet higher than mile-high Denver and we crossed a pass between Denver and Laramie that was 8,760 feet).”
We all knew TCU would win and win big - and not just because they are much better than the ‘Pokes (Wyoming). If TCU wins out and goes to a BCS bowl, it means $800,000 to $1 million to each school in the Mountain West conference. If TCU lost to Wyoming, that would be out the window.
Just to make sure, well, this was the first college football game I ever saw where one team (visiting TCU) did not have a single flag thrown against it. And Wyoming was penalized 30 yards on one play - 15 for roughing the passer and another 15-yarder dead ball penalty after the play for unsportsmanlike conduct.
For the game, Wyoming had five first downs and 175 yards of offense. The score was 45-10 and it could have been much worse but TCU called off the horses after three quarters.
Delightfully, there was a McCoy on both teams. Wyoming’s very busy punter was a McCoy and he kicked side-saddle rugby-style, twice covering more than 60 yards in the thin air.
And TCU has a kick returner named McCoy who took one back about 80 yards for a touchdown, the first play after Wyoming tied the game, 10-10, early in the second quarter.
I’m not sure TCU is the No. 4 team in the country, but I am sure I had a great time in Wyoming and look forward to next year’s Wyomania VIII, when I won’t be a Wyomaniac rookie and I’ll know not to order the Rocky Mountain oysters.
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TweetRamon Hernandez: a good signing
Ramon Hernandez is the kind of guy I want around when I want to have fun and a guy I want to have around when I need somebody to watch my back.
He’ll do both and he’ll be a leader doing it.
That’s why it is a good thing for the Cincinnati Reds that Hernandez is returning and it was a good thing for the Reds that he was only able to play 81 games last season because of a knee injury.
That meant that few other teams would be interested in the 33-year-old catcher at inflated free agent prices. And it meant that the Reds could turn down his $8.5 million option for 2010 and sign him for a reduced rate of $3 million.
When the Reds traded Ryan Freel and two minor leaguers for Hernandez before last season, some Baltimore media said he was a bad guy, a surly guy, a guy who stirred up trouble in the clubhouse.
That never surfaced last season. Not once. He was nothing but smiles and politeness. He was a hard worker. He continued to work hard after knee surgery.
And most importantly, with a fairly large and young Latino contingent on the Reds, he was a leader.
Every morning during spring training, Hernandez and most of the Latins were seated at a picnic table near the front of the clubhouse, enjoying breakfast together, chattering in rapid-fire Spanish and laughing uproariously. Hernandez and veteran closer Coco Cordero were the leaders.
In the home clubhouse in Great American Ball Park, there is a cluster of four black leather couches forming a square. It used to be the home of Ken Griffey Jr. and Adam Dunn - a place where they sat to eat or play cards or just congregate with other players.
After Griffey and Dunn were traded, Hernandez and Cordero and the other Latins, like pitchers Johnny Cueto and Edinson Volquez, commandeered the four couches and it became known as The Latin Quarter.
If Cordero is traded, as he should be, Hernandez becomes the sole leader of the Latins and they would be in good hands.
I was impressed with Hernandez on the first day of workouts last spring training. There is an area at the Sarasota Sports Complex where there are eight mounds side-by-side and eight home plates side-by-side.
That’s where pitchers throw every other day during their early workouts and on that first day Hernandez’s voice rose high above the other seven catchers and he encouraged the pitchers. I loved it when I heard him extolling and cajoling Homer Bailey.
I also heard that the Latins were looking for an authentic Caribbean or South American style restaurant. I took Hernandez a menu from Bill Casto’s El Meson restaurant in West Carollton. He grabbed the menu, checked it out, then called a meeting at the Latin Quarter and invited all the Spanish-speaking players to an outing to the El Meson, on him.
Hernandez hit only .258 last year with five homers and 37 RBIs, but did a lot of damage early in the season, hit a few key home runs and drove in some important runs, before his knee rebelled. That happened early in the season and he kept trying to play until he couldn’t bend it to kneel. He had surgery on July 21 and figured to be out the rest of the season, but worked diligently and returned September 19.
Hernandez did win the Most Outstanding Player award for the Ohio Cup (the six-game series against the Cleveland Indians) with three three-hit games against the Tribe.
Hey, MOP of the Ohio Cup? What more could you ask?
SOME INTERESTING numbers from last season:
This comes as zero surprise to anybody with a whiff of baseball intelligence, but Cincinnati outfielder Willy Taveras has the lowest GPA (.191) of any player in the majors with at least 400 plate appearances.
What’s GPA? It is called Gross Production Average - a statistic conjured by the numbers seamheads and is a variation of OPS, only supposedly more accurate.
Anyway, Taveras was the worst.
And here’s another:
Jay Bruce’s LD percentage of 13 percent was the lowest of any player in the majors with at least 300 plate appearances. LD stands for line drive and means that Bruce hit line drives only 13 percent of the time - or 87 percent of the time he hit fly balls, ground balls or struck out.
One final seamhead number (they are interesting but I sometimes wonder what they really mean): Aaron Haran’gs LD % was 24 percent, lowest of any major-league pitcher with at least 162 innings pitched. That means he gave up fewer line drives than any pitcher in the game.
But the DER behind Harang was .659, lowest of any major-league pitcher with more than 162 innings. DER? That’s Defense Efficiency Ratio, or the percentage of times a batted ball is turned into an out, not counting home runs.
In other words, of all the balls hit against Harang that weren’t home runs, the defense turned fewer of them into outs than the percentage of any pitcher in baseball.
And to that, Harang would say (but not out loud), “I hear that.”
ENOUGH WITH goofy, but interesting, numbers.
When the City of Englewood decided to have a day for me Sunday, complete with a gathering at the Government Center, I feared Nadine and I would be the only ones there because the Bengals and Steelers were on TV.
To my surprise and delight, a crowd nearly filled the room and we had a great hour-and-a-half talking baseball and the Cincinnati Reds. Thanks to all of you. It was a fun day. And thanks to the City of Englewood.
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TweetReds trainer Mark Mann resigns
DO YOU BELIEVE in coincidences? One of my favorite book characters, detective Harry Bosch in the Michael Connelly novels, says in almost every book, “I don’t believe in coincidences.”
Nor do I.
But Cincinnati Reds athletic trainer Mark Mann says his resignation today has nothing to do with the fact his mother, Wilma Mann, suddenly “retired” last Friday - although friends say Wilma was not ready to retire and that she was pushed out.
Wilma Mann has worked 37 years in the Reds scouting department and was Director of Scouting Administration since 1997.
HER SON, Mark, has been the Reds head athletic trainer since 2003 and before that he was the team’s assistant trainer since 1995.
Mann said he is leaving to become a financial advisor for major leaguers and will study the craft in the immediate future. He is joining Bob Castellini Jr. and Tim Allred, who already represent some former and current players.
Asked if what happened with his mother hastened his decision, Mann said, “Ironically, no. I told (general manager) Walt Jocketty about 24 hours before the thing with my mom’s retirement. It is all separate and not related.”
Mann, along with team medical director Dr. Tim Kremchek, over the last 15 years has built the Reds medical staff and facilities into one of the best in the majors and Mann said, “In my subjective opinion, we have the best medical team in baseball.”
Mann said he will play a part in selecting his successor.
“I was just offered a unique opportunity,” he said. “It will be tough to leave the day-to-day stuff of baseball. Because of my mom’s association, I grew up in Cincinnati and around old Riverfront Stadium. I love the team and I love the city. But this will give me a chance to spend more time with my wife (Michele) and my two sons - an opportunity to come home every night and every weekend.”
Ah, the old more-time-with-the-family statement.
Mann is a class guy who was easy for the media to deal with and was always honest and upfront with the information he was permitted to relay.
When Brandon Phillips “announced” last year that he was playing with a broken finger, Mann quickly informed the media that it wasn’t so, that Phillips had neither a fracture nor a break. Phillips used the term fractured and later said he didn’t know that a fracture was a break.
AMAZINGLY ENOUGH, Mann was signed by the Reds as a pitcher in the 29th round of the 1990 draft, but a shoulder injury ended that career and got him interested in athletic health care and a new career.
Since then, he has taken care of hundreds of players shoulders and other parts of their bodies. Now he’ll help take care of their money.
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TweetMann oh Mann, what were they thinking?
THE CINCINNATI REDS did some early paper shuffling this week:
THEY OUTRIGHTED infielder/outfielder/catcher Wilkin Castillo and he quickly signed a minor-league contract.
THEY LOST pitcher Ramon Ramirez, who was claimed by the Tampa Bay Rays.
OUTFIELDER DARNELL McDonald decided to declare his free agency.
That’s minor stuff compared to what happened late last week when the Reds told Wilma Mann on Friday that her services were no longer needed as Director of Scouting Administration.
Who is Wilma Mann? She is a legend and an icon to the scouting fraternity - and not just to the scouts who work for the Reds.
Wayne Krivsky worked for the Minnesota Twins and had never worked for the Reds when he was hired as general manager. When he accepted the job as Reds GM, he said one of the reasons he came to the Reds was because of some of the legendary people associated with the team and he listed, among a few others, “Joe Nuxhall, Marty Brennaman, (scout) Gene Bennett and Wilma Mann.”
Mann joined the Reds the same year I began covering them - 37 years ago in 1973 - and she was hired by then-club president/general manager Bob Howsam. She has been in the front office part of the scouting department ever since.
In 1997 she was named Director of Scouting Administration and was responsible for the day-to-day operation of the Reds’ scouting operations. More accurately, to the many scouts who have come and gone through the Reds organization she was Mother Superior, Mother Confessor and a person they needed to conduct their duties.
She was beloved and after she was let go Friday my telephone never stopped ringing from people who worked with her over the years, most of their questions being on the line of, “What are they thinking?”
Wilma’s son, Mark Mann, is the team’s head athletic trainer.
I HADN’T GIVEN this much thought until a regular e-mailer asked me about it this week. His question: “Didn’t the 1-2 relief punch of the 1975-76 Reds, Will McEnaney and Rawly Eastwick, both have identical twins brothers?:
Absolutely correct. They both did. I don’t think I ever met Eastwick’s brother, but knew he had an identical twin. A lot of us “met” Will McEnaney’s identical twin brother. They look so much alike that when Will was going to be late to the clubhouse, he had his twin brother show up and put on his uniform and sit in front of Will’s locker until he got there. Not even manager Sparky Anderson ever caught on.
OVER THE YEARS, I have communicated with many of you via e-mails, a lot of you many, many times, but never had the pleasure of meeting you.
I’d love to meet each and every one of you - even those from Norway and Germany and Australia and Alaska and all points of the U.S.
I know that isn’t possible, but I also know there are many of you from the Dayton area I’d love to meet.
So, if you aren’t doing anything Sunday, here is my chance. I’m appearing Sunday from 2 to 4 at the Englewood Government Center on National Road (Old Route 40) in Englewood, where I live. The good folks in Englewood government have proclaimed Sunday as Hal McCoy Day and are hosting a Meet Hal McCoy function.
For those who can pull themselves away from the Bengals-Steelers game, I’d love to see you and meet you. There will be refreshments and an autograph session and a question-and-answer session.
Best of all, it’s free.
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TweetWhat can the Reds possibly do?
The Empire won, as expected - even though it was the first time since 2000, even with baseball’s highest payroll every year since their previous championship in 2000.
I refrain from calling the New York Yankees the Evil Empire because they are playing within the rules, as skewered as the rules may be.
Their payroll this year was $220 million. Last winter they spent $450 million to sign three players to multi-year contracts - pitchers C.C. Sabathia and A.J. Burnett, plus first baseman Mark Teixiera.
What to do? What to do? Here is an idea. Let’s break up the majors into two leagues - The Big Bucks League, for those teams who want to pay more than $100 million in salaries and The Spare Change League for those who want to pay less than $100 million.
This year, The Big Bucks League would have 11 teams:
NY Yankees $220,097,414
NY Mets $145,367,987
Chicago Cubs $134,058,500
Boston $122,435,399
Detroit $119,160,145
LA Angels $118,964,000
Seattle $112,053,666
Philadelphia $111,209,046
Houston $102,996,414
Chicago Sox $100,598,500
LA Dodgers $100,008,592
Absurd? Maybe so. Maybe it makes as much sense as the way things are done right now.
THAT BRINGS US to the Cincinnati Reds and what they can do? Disband? Join the Class AAA International League? Drop back 15 yards and punt?
Under current rules, there is no way, none, zip, nada that the Reds can ever win.
Some might say, “Well, the St. Louis Cardinals compete every year and their payroll this year was only $87.5 million.”
The Reds had the 17th highest payroll (out of 30) at $73.5 million, so what’s another $12 million? Well, it is a whole bunch when you don’t have it. And it is a whole bunch when your attendance took a horrendous downturn last season.
And the Reds front office already is on record as saying they won’t increase payroll. Probably it will be reduced.
What can you do when you start things off with four players owed $46 million next year - closer Francisco Cordero ($12 million), pitcher Aaron Harang ($12 million), pitcher Bronson Arroyo ($11 million) and third baseman Scott Rolen ($11 million)?
That leaves $27 million for the other 21 players and with the average salary in major-league baseball at $3.27 million, where does that leave the Reds? Mostly standing with empty cash bags.
General manager Walt Jocketty needs to do two things as fast as he can this winter: (One) Trade Cordero. (Two) Trade Harang.
By trading Cordero, the Reds not only save $12 million this year, they save $13 million next year. An expensive closer for a sub-mediocre team is an unnecessary evil. It’s a job Nick Masset can do.
By trading Harang, the Reds save another $11 million. Harang has had two straight down years, but he is still marketable. Several scouts told me late last year that their teams would be happy to deal for Harang.
BUT FOR 2010, that’s still only a savings of $23 million, which isn’t going to buy you much on the free agent market. Just look at how much the Yankees paid.
The Reds could only afford middle-of-the-road free agents and then they’re taking a chance. Will the guy be good or will he be an expensive flop. It’s one reason Jocketty says the Reds won’t dabble much in the free agent cash parties. And I don’t blame him.
There is only one way the Reds can win a division title. Every player, and that’s every player, has to have a season that is better than the back of his baseball card. How often does that happen? The nth of never?
They could get by with the same year from first baseman Joey Votto. If they can talk catcher Ramon Hernandez into taking a cut from his $8 million option and sign for maybe $3 million and he has a career year, that would help.
Brandon Phillips needs to return to his numbers of two years ago, not the year he had last year and he has to eliminate all the selfish things he does and the things he does that distracts from the team.
They need a better hitting shortstop than Paul Janish - and good luck with that.
They need Scott Rolen to hit more homers and hit .300 and stay healthy all year - and good luck with that.
They need to sign Jonny Gomes, who hit 20 home runs in about half a season. Indications are, though, that they won’t offer him arbitration.
They need Drew Stubbs to be the player he was in September and that’s possible. They need right fielder Jay Bruce to prove he can hit major-league pitching, something he hasn’t come close to doing that last season-and-a-half.
They need Arroyo to pitch even better than he did last year, pitch all year the way he did the second half. They need Homer Bailey to be the pitcher he was the second half. They need Johnny Cueto to come around the way Bailey did.
Those are all Big Needs - and good luck with that.
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TweetOf Aruba, Pole and Lee/Hamels
Aruba is nice this time of year - or any time of year. Spent six days there last week and it was 90 to 92 every day, not a drop of precip and the heat was kept down by a persistent cool breeze off the cobalt blue ocean just a few yards behind the hotel.
If I had stayed away from the casinos, where I firmly believe they have figured out a way to cheat at blackjack, it would have been a perfect vacation.
I mean, how many times did I have a wager between $25 and $40 in front of me with two face cards in my possession with the dealer showing five? Then he would pull an ace for 16 and another five for 21 to beat me - time after time after time after time.
Then on the next hand, with a $10 bet, I’d draw a blackjack, just to keep me interested.
Where was 007 when I needed him?
If you go to Aruba, steer clear of the casinos, but don’t miss restaurants like Sole Mare, Papiemento’s, Simply Fish (tables on the beach with torches lighting the tables), El Gaucho and, for ambiance to watch the sunset, The Lighthouse.
TALKED TO Dick Pole this week, the pitching coach the Cincinnati Reds unceremoniously fired late in the season. Why couldn’t they at least wait until the end of the season?
Pole, a Michigan resident, is in Florida this week to undergo hip replacement surgery. After 22 years as a coach he says he won’t pursue another job, “Unless somebody comes after me.”
I know many of you called for his removal all season and wanted hitting coach Brook Jacoby gone, too. Well, you got half of what you wanted.
To me, it is almost always sad to see a dedicated, hard-working guy lose his job. Perhaps when you are with somebody every day and get to know them personally, your view becomes fuzzy.
All I know is that Pole worked hard and knew his job. Usually, when a manager or coach is fired, it is because his players or pitchers underachieve.
To me, though, most of the Reds pitchers were pitching to their capabilities, perhaps everybody but Aaron Harang, who has struggled the last couple of years. Bronson Arroyo blossomed under Pole, as did Edinson Volquez. In fact, Volquez was upset when Pole was fired.
After many false starts, Homer Bailey turned it around the second half of last season. Didn’t Pole have something to do with that?
We all know how obstinate young Bailey can be and Pole refused to coddle him - and it probably cost him his job.
One problem with the Reds is that CEO Bob Castellini listens to too many people and some of them have axes to grind or let personalities sway their opinions. One of them got Castellini’s ear about Pole and Pole was axed (pole-axed?).
A manager and a coach is only as good as his players/pitchers, and I saw improvement from the Reds pitching staff under Pole.
WILL THE PHILLIES be brave enough to bring back Cliff Lee on three days of rest if the World Series goes seven games and give him the ball Thursday?
It is probably their only chance. If it goes seven - and I believe it might - it will be Cole Hamels’ turn to pitch. I wasn’t there to hear the quote or put it into context, but I’m mystified about his quote, “I can’t wait for the season to be over.”
If that’s what he said and what he meant, I don’t want him pitching the deciding game of the World Series. You would more like to hear him say, “I wish the season would never end.”
With the way he pitched in his last start against the Yankees, well, it looked as if he wanted the season to end.
What do you think? Should Lee pitch Game 7, if there is one?
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