What Is The Boundary Between “Bad” and “Unlucky”?

As a statistician formerly in good standing, I am professionally obliged to say there is no such boundary. More precisely, we make up boundaries with no particular justification. A team that is, in competence, a 0.500 team will, every eight years or so, find itself 40-52 or worse after 92 games. Now that’s only once every eight years, but that’s not hugely unusual.

Of course, teams that are really 0.450 teams will find themselves at 40-52 or worse 4 years out of every ten, so the Braves record coming into tonight is much more consonant with a 73 win team than with a 81 win team. And 0.55 winning teams only find themselves unlucky enough to be 40-52 or worse 2 times every 100 years. So when Jim Carrey says in Dumb and Dumber, “So you’re telling me there’s a chance” for a one-in-a-million probability, this is 10,000 times more likely than that. I’m telling you there is a chance that this is a fantastically unlucky 90 win team.

ASG Stuff

I will pat myself on the back for delaying my ASG diatribe as long as I have this year. I am on record annually as saying I hate the All-Star game, and I hate the machinations over who will play in it and I especially hate anything to do with the Home Run Derby. The fact that Ronald Acuña Jr. has decided not to play in the HR Derby is great for whatever reeason he has; substituting Matt Olson for him doesn’t bother quite as much as I thought it would. I’m mellowing.

The Lou

I am not a big fan of Nelly, the St. Louis-based rapper who apparently popularized the sobriquet “The Lou” for St. Louis which graces the Cardinals’ City Connect jerseys. I always took “The ATL” to be a reference to the airport as much as to the city. “The Lou” sounds to me a little like “Frisco” — the sort of thing no local would ever use. But I’m willing to mit that I may be outside the zeitgeist here. On the other hand, if it is also meant to honor Lou Brock, I approve.

Chip

I thought about listening to Chip Caray for at least one game of this series. But my heart just isn’t in it. If you don’t know, Chip got in a little Internet hot water a few weeks ago for a verbal stumble that I will defend him for… it was nothing more than a simple reading slip. I have now publically defended Chip Caray against some critics. To reward myself for my good deed, I don’t have to listen to him.

RISP

I’m making progress on my piece on hitting with runners in scoring position. Expect something during the All-Star break.

The Game

Either sleep is overrated, or batting practice is. The Braves didn’t get to St. Louis until 5 am just played without the benefit of BP. Even Michael Harris II got a hit. Sean Murphy, playing DH, hit two homers. But Sherlocks was giving up runs as well, and a 6-2 ead got whittled to 6-5. with 19 hits by the two teams through 4 1/2 innings, at which point both teams entered hibernation mode. The Saints and The Other Austin used 27 pitches to get through the 4th, 5th and 6th.

Cox walked the first batter he faced in the 7th, though, which revived the spectre of Rafael Montero. A quick single caused a rally which ended in a Bravesian fizzle: three popups.

The Braves had the glimmer of an insurance run with a leadoff double from RAJ. But… nah. So Raisel Iglesias tried to complete an odyssey back by taking a one-run lead into the 8th. A line drive from Masyn Wynn got one out. An Alec Burleson flyour made it two outs. And a Willson Contreras K ended it.

Austin Riley left the game with “lower abdominal tightness.” I would point out that men of a certain age have various lower abdominal problems that afflict us — for those addicted to what the kids call TMI, I can currently relate. But I’m guessing this is closer to what we used to snicker and call a “groin pull.”

To bring this essay full circle, the Braves are now 41-52 and the Cardinals are 50-45. But the Cardinals in this game played a lot like the Braves have played all season.

Early game tomorrow @ 2:15 EDT. The Braves will apparently have decided who is pitching by then against Erick Fedde.