Baseball fans, of whom I’m one, sometimes like to state that they enjoy the game but don’t enjoy the statistical outlook on the game. I’m fine with that–you can enjoy anything you like, including sniffing the peanut shells beneath the seats, and I have no problem with you whatsoever. Live and let live!
But sometimes these fans tell me that they understand the game more keenly (and therefore speak with much sounder authority) than I do BECAUSE they are proudly innocent of any exposure to the statistical analysis I like to indulge myself in.
First place, who says that you actually watch more games than I do, or that you watch them more carefully, or better, or anything?
I have to say, since I became a stat-head, I’ve come to root less for MY team and appreciate both sides a little better. I’m no longer so wedded to defending the stupid shit that MY team does, and no longer feel obliged to argue that MY player is better or that MY manager is smarter. To the extent that these things are even knowable, I now prefer to examine the evidence and see the results of that examination. If my player turns out to be the best, great. If he turns out to be the sixth-best, great. I have no special stake in making false claims just because I’m a fan of one special team. I’m a fan of the truth and of knowledge, first and foremost.
But arguing with these anti-stathead partisans is just too much for me anymore. The self-righteousness, the imbecilic positions fans will take just to argue that THEIR player is superior to mine–I just can’t take it anymore. I wish someone would build them a special stadium so I don’t even have to sit near them anymore. It’s like the Siren Song of the Morons, when they start yapping their specious canary-shit, I can resist telling them why they’re totally wrong for only so long.