This morning, as I often do before launching into an inevitably fun-filled day of clinical protocols, biostatistics, and study reports, I paid a visit to the online blog Fire Joe Morgan (hereafter FJM). I’m an enormous fan of FJM, because its writers are intelligent, passionate, and incisive, and also I wish that ESPN would, in fact, Fire Joe Morgan. Anyway, the blog entry for yesterday (Thursday, April 10, 2008) was a deconstruction of a commentary piece written by something called a Jim Armstrong of AOL; you can read the actual piece here, if you overate at breakfast and need something to stimulate a quick purge.
Now, in and of itself, this article is not particularly remarkable. Jim Armstrong is a terrible, terrible writer, of course; his commentary reads like an 11-year-old’s attempt at an edgy opinion essay. But the thing is, Armstrong’s article - which in case you have the good taste not to have read it is a very hostile attack on statistical analysis in baseball, replete with the customary references to “mother’s basements” (in reference to the guy who created VORP, Keith Woolner, who in case anyone is wondering works not out of his mother’s basement but out of the front office of the Cleveland Indians. Which Jim Armstrong does not do. But I disgress. And can you believe this is the same sentence that started with “but the thing is?”) - is not the first, or second, or tenth or twentieth, of its kind that I’ve seen dissected on FJM.
I don’t know why this one put me over the top, but it did. So I come here to pose the question:
*Why is it that contemporary statistical analysis creates such incredible hostility in so many fans and (especially) mediocre sportswriters? *
It makes no sense. I mean, I have trouble understanding folks who dismiss statistical analysis. Most of the stats used by the modern sabermetric crowd are way more intuitive than the ones that have been in usage for decades. OBP and OPS+ make so much more sense, just plain intuitive sense, as a measure of offensive performance then a weird manufactured statistic like batting average. We had a thread a month or two ago in which a few posters acted as if Range Factor, quite possibly the simplest statistic ever invented, was some complex and elaborate theorem. I think good statistics can deepen and broaden appreciation for the human element of the game, by giving it context (liberal use of predictive statistics can also make you look like a plain old genius to people who don’t use them).
But if they’re not your bag, hey, that’s OK.
What I’m asking about here is the intense, white-hot, snarling, drooling, frantic hatred that some folks - again, notably folks in the mainstream media - seem to have for a numbers-based approach. The venom, the need to belittle folks who work with statistics with that sad hackneyed “mother’s basement” nonsense, the broad insinuations that stat-based analysis has nothing to add to the game even as a General Manager inspired by and currently employing Bill James has won two World Series in five years for a franchise that went eight decades without a ring, the gleeful lolling about in ignorance: these things I don’t understand.
Thoughts?