Numbers. And number Juan

Washington Nationals leftfielder Juan Soto has been getting a lot of ink recently. He’s probably the second-most talked about person in town, after, you know, the guy who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Trump wishes he were having such a year as Juan.

Of all Soto’s stats, his most incredible number is this…

Nineteen.

As in, 19 years old.

Soto is flirting with and/or has broken nearly every “teenage” batting record in his year with the Nats. Sure, not every teenage Wunderkind turns into a Hall of Famer, but when you’re passing names like Griffey and Ott you know you’re off to a good start.

Soto’s teammates describe his maturity, especially his maturity and discipline at the plate, and the numbers bear that out.

For example, Juan Soto sees an average of 4.18 pitches per plate appearance. Major league average is only 3.91. (If that doesn’t sound like a lot multiply it by six or seven hundred plate appearances a season.) He sees a 2-0 count on 17.1% of his plate appearances, versus 13.7% for the rest of MLB. And swinging strikes? Only 14.2%, compared to 18.2% for everyone else. (Guy doesn’t swing and miss.)

Here’s where a knowledge of math and numbers helps illuminate some details.

To the untrained eye, percentages like 14.2 and 18.2 sound close. But remember, 18.2% isn’t four percent more than 14.2, it’s nearly 30 percent more. Remember Crash Davis’s speech in Field of Dreams about “one more hit a week”? One more hit a week gets you from being a .250 hitter to being a .300 hitter? The difference between being a benchwarmer and a Hall of Famer is the difference between getting a hit 25% of the time and doing so 30% of the time. What Crash didn’t explain was that 30 percent is 20 percent more than 25 percent.

#mathclassed

Your dad was right

Congratulations, Bryce Harper, NL Player of the Week from September 3 to September 9. In six games Harper had, among other things, two homers, two doubles, and TWELVE walks. His OBP was an incredible .655.

Your dad was right. A walk is as good as a hit.

And he told you that before anyone cared about OBP, OPS, or knew what the heck a “slash line” was.

Hail Monday

All smiles in the DMV this morning following a win for our local pro football team yesterday. And I’ve already heard whispers of the Alex-Smith-for-mayor campaign beginning.

Yes, you would have loved to see a shutout. But 24-6 is still pretty good. My favorite play of the game, of course, was that failed two-point conversion following Arizona’s garbage-time touchdown. As someone who deals with numbers every day, I can tell you six is a much more insulting number than seven.

Trust me, I’m a math teacher. #Mathteachered

Golfing like it’s 1999

Tiger Woods’s opening round 62 yesterday—his lowest first-round score in nearly 20 years—had me feeling young again last night. Knowing that 62 on a Par 70 course was a -8 had me feeling like a math teacher.

Thanks for giving me something to talk about today, Tiger.

Chuck still bringing it

Gotta hand it to the folks at Chuck E. Cheese’s.

One of my favorite establishments since the Reagan administration, Chuck’s has now brought it to a new level.

Yesterday I received an e-mail reminding me that it was a certain member of my family’s half birthday and that I should come in to celebrate.

Half birthday.

Awesome.

Been doin’ that since the Reagan years too!

This old speech again

They tell me it’s September.

With temperatures above 90 forecasted all this week it’s a little tough for me to believe.

Time to trot out this old speech again.

Yup, it’s really only about the beginning of July right now and everything makes perfect sense.

If I could just find a way to explain all those Christmas displays that are starting to go up.

Happy Birthday, Kid!

Yesterday was the 100th anniversary of the birth of Ted Williams. The Greatest Hitter Who Ever Lived.

Teddy Ballgame. The Splendid Splinter.

The Kid.

There simply was no other like Ted Williams. Hitting savant, pilot, war hero, fly fishing guru. This guy could do it all.

Except play defense, but nobody was tracking those things in Ted’s day.

Speaking of stats…

My tweet yesterday from @MOCmathclass suggests that one peruse baseball-reference.com and just marvel at the stats complied by Mr. Williams. Yeah, take a minute and do that. I’ll be right here.

That’s for the left side of the brain. If you want to be entertained, head to Spotify or Amazon and check out The Baseball Project’s little ditty about The Kid. The name Ted Williams is in there, and there may be a four-letter word in there too. It was a little much for Twitter, but here we don’t judge.

Was Ted kind of a jerk in real life?

Maybe. And I’m guessing he didn’t really care.

From what I understand he really just wanted one thing. That when he walked by, someone would say…

There goes the greatest hitter who ever lived.

Yup.

Nats get me excited again

The Nationals’ win last night marked the second time in a week they prevailed in a one-run game that ended with an umpire review call. It’s decided somewhere else while the umps stand there with headphones. They tell me it’s “New York” but I think it’s more like the Fortress of Solitude.

I guess you take wins any way you can, and every time I think those Nationals of my hometown are out, they come back with something like this.

The much-hyped pitching matchup last night was clearly won by Aaron Nola, but for once the Nats’ bats bailed out a certain Mr. Scherzer. I guess you take it any way you can.

#whateverworks

#strategiesforlife

Nats, stats, and awakened bats

My hometown Washington Nationals in 2018 have been pretty hit and miss (I mean that in every sense of the word).

The season looked so promising at the outset, followed by a much more sluggish reality with glimmers of hope here and there.

They let go a few of their star players, then somehow pick up a couple great wins.

They get shut out three games in a row, then explode for 15 runs (14 in two innings!) the next day.

This is why you don’t try to predict baseball.

And definitely don’t bet on it.

Now tweeting…

I’ve got a new Twitter handle. That is to say I’ve deleted my old account and registered another. #outwiththeold

@MOCmathclass is my new home. It’s slightly more “professional” than my previous account, and will include both information about my regular gig and oh so many sports statistics.

Oh so many sports statistics.

#happy