Thursday, April 5, 2012

When Your Ace Has a Two Hit Shut Out After Eight....Leave Him In !

   I like the old style of managing baseball.  Four man rotations and if your ace is doing well you leave him in.
   Today, Detroit's Justin Verlander was leading 2-0 after 8 innings and was pitching a two hitter.   Old school managing says leave him in...Bob Gibson, Mel Stottlemyre, Steve Carlton, whoever...
    New school managing says take him out as his pitch count was 105...Well the reliever came in to pitch the ninth...gave up two runs and fortunately for the Tigers they scored in the bottom of the ninth to win.
    Too many middle men, set up men and closers....Not enough real pitchers.
    There is my grumpy view of opening day.
Boston Red Sox vs. Detroit Tigers - Box Score - April 05, 2012 - ESPN

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yes!! Well said, especially for a guy who has been around the horn once or twice.

Middle-Class Mike said...

You're not a player in today's market Mayor, sadly you're a business enterprise, with a management team evaluating your career every game. When the Mickey ‘The Mick’ Mantle, topped out salary wise at 110,000 or so for Yankees, no one in that era was treated like a corporate entity worth millions. The result is to watch a pitch count, to protect the arm, the millions of dollars, the franchise and owners.
The money has changed the game. But truly the game from a purist view suffers, because managers protect arms, and players etc.

Mike Flynn MCM

cement said...

That's BS. Owners don't care about arms. They care about wins and putting cheeks in the seats.

The mayor is right on this one. Don't overthink it. Leave Verlander in the game as he's unhittable most days. He gets in trouble then yank him.

Hopefully yesterday doesn't cost him an end-of-season bonus.

it's like politics....you stay with a guy until he's ineffective.

Anonymous said...

I agree with you Jeff, to a point. The big difference now is you see pitchers being effective into their late 30's, sometinmes into their 40's. In the days of Whitey Ford, you were doing well to make it anywhere near 35 before your arm was shot for life.