Let's Talk About WAR, Baby
The following is one of those blog posts that only warrant three words for its description. Those three words?
Presented without comment.
But anybody who knows me knows that is absolutely impossible for me to present anything without a comment. I mean, it took me 18 words just to say that I only need to say 3. I’m so wordy I write 10 line haikus.
It would be especially contradictory of me to not be thoroughly wordy, considering I’ve been recently labeled a “geek” by other baseball fans. The label derives from my acceptance of the sabermetric world into my baseball heart. Apparently, accepting new and innovative ways to determine value for a baseball player makes me a geek. If that’s the case, then I hope some of you join me in Geekville. There will be enough suspender snapping and Cheez Its for everyone. Ken Jennings is our motivational speaker.
One of these stats I have accepted is the ever-divisive Wins Above Replacement, or WAR for short. In case you’ve been living in Vietnam for the past couple of months, you have probably heard about WAR as it has been highly publicized in the over publicized AL MVP race between Mike Trout and Miguel Cabrera.
In and of itself, WAR is a long series of math problems based on advanced statistics about every player’s every contribution to the team, or lack thereof. If you are so inclined, you can read about how WAR is created here. I wish you good luck, because it was created by some of the brightest minds in baseball analytics, and is pretty freaking complicated. Like putting identical twins in a house of mirrors complicated.
However, if reading isn’t your thing maybe listening to god awful music is. Admit it; we all listened to a little bit of Sandfrog during our love affair with Scott Spiezio after 2002. Our society loves to poison each other so much, that I was forced to do this two months ago. Well, I thought I would return with a vengeance today, with the hopes of educating the masses about WAR. There has to be at least one weird person per website, right? I’m just The Resident Weird of this one.
Without further adieu, I present to you (without comment), a parodied version of Justin Bieber’s ear poison “Baby” as my attempt to explain the statistic WAR. Here is the original version of the song (DISCLAIMER: keep cotton balls ready because your ears are about to begin profusely bleeding). And here is my version:
“Baby War” by Justin Bieber featuring Ludacris featuring Kevin Lappin
You know I see you, I know you’re there
Just shout “true value,” and I’ll be there
I judge your glove, I judge all parts
But I would never, ever, ever judge your “heart”
I’m quantified when, when you’re playin
Above replacement, that’s what I’m sayin
And the value you bring your team each night
From your glove, your speed and your batting eye
But who am I?
Baby, baby I’m your WAR
Baby, baby yes I’m yours
Baby, baby I’m your WAR
There’s no value I can’t find
Oh oh for you, I can prove whatever
Just play defense, and you’ll be better
And they would be fools, if they traded you
If you had anything above a 5.3
Cause you’d be elite
And if you’re pitching
Use strike outs till you wipe out the other team
They would frown, frown, frown, frown
And your all inclusive F-I-P would be going down
When you are fielding, use your Gold Glove
It doesn’t matter that you play at Safeco, Fenway, the Trop, AT&T or Yankee Stadium,
I adjust for park effects, and for your dumb luck
So please don’t get stressed, if you hit a slump.
If you hit groundouts, you better beat the throw on the 4-6-3 and
I know you’re wond’ring about, yes I factor in your speed or if you’re caught stealin
Old people think I’m crazy, but I am pretty amazing
Is that an out you’re making? I should just keep on saying…
I'm a song Yeahh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, yeahhh Now I'm a song Yeahh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, yeahhh Now I'm a song Yeahh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, yeahhh Now I'm a song, song, song, song I'm a song