It must be tough to be a GM these days, at least as tough as
a politician. (Yes, good politicians do exist, even in our mess of a system.)
Most of these old white guys grew up before Bill James became Jesus and RBIs
were still a measure of offensive prowess. Suddenly, an explosion of data
appeared like the Word of God and whole teams of apostles had to be hired to sift through
it all, unless of course they weren’t hired and the Stat Bible was ignored,
which it was and still is by a few dinosaurs.
Baseball is a guessing game, and an entire industry is dedicated to making the appropriate guesses. Everything’s a gamble, from choosing what players you want for your team to choosing what pitch to throw. Some of it can be better predicted through probability, but you can’t predict whether or not a guy will be able to make it in the big leagues. There are too many non-data variables involved – freak injuries, mental ineptitude, lack of desire…whatever happens is largely beyond your control. Then, of course, you hear no end of it, how a guy was a bad draft pick and you could tell he was going to be injured by his motion and blah blah blah. These folks just like to hear themselves talk. As the wise Forrest Gump once said, “it happens.” Math isn't the answer to everything.
Baseball is a guessing game, and an entire industry is dedicated to making the appropriate guesses. Everything’s a gamble, from choosing what players you want for your team to choosing what pitch to throw. Some of it can be better predicted through probability, but you can’t predict whether or not a guy will be able to make it in the big leagues. There are too many non-data variables involved – freak injuries, mental ineptitude, lack of desire…whatever happens is largely beyond your control. Then, of course, you hear no end of it, how a guy was a bad draft pick and you could tell he was going to be injured by his motion and blah blah blah. These folks just like to hear themselves talk. As the wise Forrest Gump once said, “it happens.” Math isn't the answer to everything.
Not only do you have to choose your personnel, but you
have to deal with all the BS, the salary limitations, the labor disputes, the
arbitration, and all the things that have nothing to do with the game itself
except that these things affect the happiness and well-being of the players.
The personalities, well, that’s a whole other issue. Managing a bunch of
millionaires is probably worse than managing a regular office. You have to deal
with a lot of people who feel entitled to this or that by virtue of the tax
bracket they’re in. Then there are those for whom the spotlight turns them into
prima donnas, and everything - even what kind of brand of fruit is provided in the
clubhouse - becomes some sort of drama.
But the worst, the absolute worst of it all must be
dealing with the fans, specifically the nutjobs who think they could do a
better job. There are certain things that a fan can observe and then there is
everything else. The Reds did very little this off season despite having a few
obvious and pretty big flaws, and that is frustrating. We don’t know what our
GM tried to do; we only know what he did do.
Sure, it’s fun to speculate and say Mr. GM Man should
have done this or should do that, but there’s a difference between speculation
or occasional criticism to the full-time job of complaining that a lot of fans
do. I wonder about the lives of these people. Are they so empty, so dull, that
they can find nothing better to do with their time?
Social media has given a voice to the inane and the insane. It can be
pretty disheartening at times. Just enjoy the game.
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