"Finally,
McGraw. I certainly didn't expect Carlton and Schmidt to have the seasons they
did, but I knew they were capable of it. But Tug McGraw? At 35? Coming off a
5.14 ERA in 1979? He had a 1.47 ERA in 1980, a better than 5-to-1
strikeout-to-walk ratio, excepting intentional walks, and gave up only 6.07
hits per nine innings. Astonishing.
"Considering
everything, what I wrote about the Phillies a year ago doesn't look bad at
all."
Babe Ruth never
apologized for striking out with the bases loaded, either.
James is 31, with
a B.A. in English and economics, graduate credits in psychology, a passion for
William Faulkner and an abiding interest in the French Revolution—all more or
less standard attributes for a resident of a college town like Lawrence, site
of the University of Kansas. But James spends less time analyzing Faulkner's
prose or Robespierre's motives than he does calculating the average time of
games worked by various umpiring teams, or figuring statistically which
pitchers are really best at holding runners on first base. His father, George,
74, who still lives in Mayetta, Kans. (pop. 246), where Bill was raised, says
of his son's boyhood, "Mostly, Bill had his nose in books, but he was a
baseball nut, too, like a lot of other people. He was just nuttier than
most." And a lot smarter, too. Unfortunately, a statistician's mythology is
not like that of a fastball pitcher; we have no mental picture of young Bill
hurling stats at the side of a barn, sharpening his nominal curve.
In any case, in
1975, when he was a graduate student at Kansas, a professor told him it would
take five to eight years for him to get the Ph.D. he was working toward, and
that even after he had it there probably wouldn't be many jobs available.
"What am I doing?" James remembers asking himself. "Why should I
invest all this time in a degree I don't really want and won't be able to
sell?" He decided to pack it in and try instead to become a writer. What
would he write about? Something he knew. What did he know? Baseball. He'd turn
his lifelong obsession with the game into a professional endeavor. Easy.
It turned out to
be not so easy. His early baseball articles usually ended up in publications
that paid him "with free copies and misspelled bylines," and a living
obviously had to be made, even though James says he has learned from his wife,
Susan McCarthy, an artist, "how to live on nothing." In 1976 he became
a high school English teacher and earned $9,500, still the most he's ever made
in a year. Later, he worked for a time as a boiler attendant—a watchman of
sorts—in a food-packing plant in Lawrence, which turned out to be an ideal job
for James. "I'd spend five minutes an hour making sure the furnaces didn't
blow up," he says, "and 55 minutes working on my numbers."
The numbers were
baseball statistics, which fascinate James as much as they do most baseball
fans. The difference is that he finds things in them that most people don't
know are there. "A baseball field," he says, "is so covered with
statistics that nothing can happen there without leaving its tracks in the
records. There may well be no other facet of American life, the activities of
laboratory rats excepted, which is so extensively categorized, counted and
recorded." James distinguishes himself from most other stat men by adding,
"I love numbers, but not for themselves. I don't care for them as
conclusions. I start with the game, with the things I see there or the things
people say are there. And I ask, 'Is it true? Can you validate it? Can you
measure it?' For instance, why do people argue about which shortstop has the
best range or which catcher has the best arm? Why not figure it out? You can
get a pretty good idea by abstracting information from the available
data."
In 1977 James
produced his first Baseball Abstract and has come out with a new edition each
year since (the 1981 version is just about ready). At first glance, it's a
simple, straightforward-looking publication, with lists of numbers, detailed
charts and blocks of copy presented in orderly fashion, all of it reproduced on
a photocopying machine and bound in ordinary kraft paper. The book has four
main sections, one for each of major league baseball's divisions, and these are
subdivided into team-by-team analyses. There might be four or five pages for
each team, with detailed information on its top 10 or 12 hitters and top five
or six pitchers, as well as a commentary (sometimes quite pungent) on some
aspect of the team, or its stars, or its manager. Here and there through the
Abstract are other, more generalized, lists and two or three longer essays
bearing such titles as "Trade Value" or "De Facto Standards for the
Hall of Fame" or "Pythagoras and the Logarithms."
James softens the
heaviness of such titles, as well as the relentless march of statistics, with
his writing, which is spry and graceful. Disparaging the distinction made in
baseball between all runs allowed by a pitcher and just "earned runs,"
he says, "It seems pointless to hold the pitcher responsible if the catcher
can't throw, the second baseman can't pivot, the leftfielder can't move and the
centerfielder thinks that the cutoff man is a plastic surgeon, but to excuse
him for responsibility if a ball bounces off someone's glove." Discussing
Mickey Rivers' reputation for having a bad throwing arm, James says,
"Rivers is famous for his throwing not because his throws are so bad but
because he looks so funny making them. A lot of his throws are bad, but if he
didn't throw like a chicken, people wouldn't notice it."
Some observations
are more matter-of-fact. On base stealing: "The common wisdom, which is to
say that most often quoted by the announcers, is that you don't steal on the
catcher, you steal on the pitcher. I suspect that the repetition this little
acorn receives is largely an attempt to overcompensate for the audience's
natural disposition to think of stolen bases coming against the catcher;
whatever, it is clear that bases are stolen against both the pitcher and the
catcher, and a serious inadequacy on the part of either will surely cost
both."