Backe v. Pujols

I had started to address this minor conflict a couple weeks ago (when it actually happened), but I got busy and left it alone for a while. Then the other day I was reading in Predictably Irrational about how people's expectations affect their perceptions, and it gave the example of sports fans who come to opposing conclusions about the same play. I'll hopefully post a review of the book at a later date, but until then, here's the entry I originally intended to create:

Yesterday's spat between Brandon Backe and Albert Pujols is barely worth paying an ounce of attention to, but I'm writing about it anyway. Sort of. What makes the argument interesting is not the argument itself, but the disparity in the reaction by two different fan communities.

We are more connected than ever, but it could be argued that we are also becoming more sheltered than ever. I was at dinner with one of my business school professors last week, and he told a story of a research project he was working on. It involved monitoring financial message boards to pinpoint the contributors who could most accurately predict the behavior of the market. Unfortunately, he found that there's not some sort of marketplace that promotes the best ideas; instead, there's a sorting into two diametrically opposed camps where people reinforce each other's (usually incorrect) prognostications.

The same can be said for the message boards at Bill O'Reilly and the Daily Kos, which have produced some pretty hateful talk, and unfortunately it appears to be true of the comment sections at baseball blogs. Viva El Birdos and Crawfish Boxes are two members of the SportsBlog Nation community of blogs, and they're the two baseball blogs that I read regularly. Here's some of the reaction from both comment sections on yesterday's altercation:

St. Louis:

• "Backe needs to do something in the majors before he starts talking"


• "Smart move dumbass...your team thanks you"


• "If it wasnt for this does anyone know who brandon backe is anyway?"


• "Fox had Backe mic'd for that game [game 5 of the 2005 NLCS] and all i remember before Pujols' bomb was his shrill squealing throughout the game."

Houston:

• "Calling up later to apologize is the bare minimum, but it seems like LaRussa's Cardinals are always involved in dirty stuff like this"


• "First, it was a malicious slide in an uncontested play at the plate. Secondly, Pujols is a BITCH and needs an attitude adjustment to wipe that arrogant smirk of [sic] his stinky fat face."


• "He should get dotted every time up. He's been due for years, dating back to ruining Brad Lidge for us.

Something in each blog's respective comments section reeks of lack of exposure to differing opinions. So in the interest of fairness, here are some comments to each team's fans:

To the Cards fans: First off, there should be no bitterness regarding Brandon Backe's crowing during game 5 of the NLCS. Remember how that ended up playing out? Pujols goes off the back window, the Astros get swept out of the World Series, and the Cardinals take it in five the next year. All things considered, I think the Cardinals came out pretty well. Let them "squeal" three years ago. No biggie. Secondly, maybe we can all admit that, were Tony LaRussa managing in the other dugout, there would be more than a couple aspects of his extreme fidelity to the unwritten rules of baseball that would anger us from time to time.

To the 'Stros fans: Take a lesson from Carlos Beltran. The guy wasn't the savior of the baseball world for the half a season he played for the Astros and then a complete jerk after he left. Similarly, Albert Pujols is not a bad guy just because he doesn't play for your team. We all root for laundry to a certain extent, but don't take it to the extreme. It's bad for the soul. If Pujols were an Astro, he'd be the greatest player ever, and if Backe were a Cardinal, he'd be the punk from your high school who sat in the back of the class and drew the logos of heavy metal bands on his binder. Also, calling the clubhouse to apologize is not the bare minimum; it's a pretty decent thing to do.