Showing posts with label draft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label draft. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2011

Why I Hate the New Amateur Draft Bonus Cap Rules

By The Common Man

On the one hand, The Common Man is exceptionally happy to see labor peace reign in Major League Baseball. More baseball is inherently better than less baseball, and as we saw from 1994-1995 (and we're witnessing now with the NBA situation), a work stoppage can absolutely cripple a sport financially and in the public eye. That said, the billionaires who own the MLB franchises and the millionaires who play the game are making their bargain on the backs of the most vulnerable people in the sport, the amateur players who don't yet have a voice in union negotiations.

Being a professional baseball player is a great privilege. You get paid to play a game, and if you're really good or your name is Drew Butera, for some reason, you get paid a lot of money for it. It's tempting, as we look at the salaries paid to modern players, and to their agents, to get resentful, especially when we consider how much more they make than teachers, firefighters, military service members, and cops.

But it's worth remembering that, for every player that makes the Major Leagues, four minor leaguers will not. These are players that train for their entire lives to become Major League ballplayers who have that dream snuffed out once it becomes clear they don't have what it takes. Some of these young men make just around $6,000 for six months of work, out of which they're expected to pay rent and clubhouse dues. Most of these young men got no more than $1,000 as a bonus to sign their first professional contract.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Quick Hits and Links

By The Common Man

The Common Man is tired after he stayed up late last night, putting together a Trade Tree that you should really check out.  It starts with the first amateur draft in 1965, runs through two division titles 20 years later, and three Hall of Famers.  TCM is also working on a big project with Bill today that should start rolling out later this week (we hope), so here are a bunch of links that are heartily endorsed by The Common Man:

Good news for Twins fans, as ESPN prospect and draft guru Keith Law really likes the team's first three picks (sorry, Insider only) after the first day.  The Twins got the best-looking college middle infielder, Levi Michael, with their first pick.  A big bat in Travis Harrison, a 3B who may need to move to 1B.  And Hudson Boyd, a big high-school kid who already looks like a right-handed Bobo Newsom, who throws hard.

Dayn Perry reminds us that there are other ways to take out the catcher than Scott Cousins body-block.  For instance, Ty Cobb preferred the flying kung-fu jumpkick to the groin.  Which might be effective.  We should see more of this.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

An Extended Interview with Balor Moore (Part I)

In March, The Common Man wrote a Random Thursday that highlighted the career of Balor Moore, the first ever draft pick of the Montreal Expos, back in 1969, back when he was an 18 year old, fireballing lefty. Alas, Moore’s career never reached the peaks of what Montreal fans expected, and Moore finished his eight-year career just 28-48, with a 4.52 ERA. In April, TCM was lucky enough to be able to interview Mr. Moore, who currently is President of Brittex International Pipe in Houston, TX. That interview has, shamefully, not been published until now, which does a disservice to just how warm Mr. Moore was, and how interesting his story was. But it turns out that Balor Moore is an incredible story teller, so TCM is going to post his interview in several parts because otherwise we'd be here all day. The first installment follows and details the experience of a big time pitching prospect in Texas before agents and professionalism entered into the draft process. Mr. Moore’s text is edited slightly for the sake of readability.

TCM: I want to start at the beginning of your career. You were drafted in 1969 and were the first ever draft pick of the Montreal Expos. Did you know you were going to be drafted in 1969? How familiar were you with the draft process, and where did you think you would be taken?

Balor Moore: Where I came from, which was Deer Park [Texas], it was very hard getting any kind of press coverage. Houston had two newspapers, the Houston Post and the Houston Chronicle, and they didn’t really extend out into the area that we were in for any kind of large coverage. There were a couple of local papers that covered local high schools and such like that, football being the biggest thing like it still is in the area. My dad was not a big sports person. He worked for Ford Motor Company, so what little I knew about baseball had to do with baseball cards that we collected through the summer, like all kids did. And you memorized the cards, and the stats on the back, and you traded them, but there was no national coverage so there was no way to keep up. One time my dad brought home a Sporting News, that’s the only thing I ever had from a national level. And, of course, you only had the game of the week on Saturdays, which was usually the Yankees. And you know, Mickey Mantle. I had two boyhood heroes actually, and that was Mickey Mantle and Audie Murphy. And that’s all I really knew about baseball.

But I knew that I had a talent, and I knew I was dominating, and I knew the scouts would come out and scout me. And so, they said I had a chance to be drafted. But I didn’t understand how the draft worked at all. I didn’t understand about minor leagues, development, money, etc. I really was the most naïve that you could be, but I figured “what difference did it make?” Baseball’s baseball. You know, the mound’s the same difference no matter where you went.

TCM: Do you remember being scouted?

Balor Moore: I tell this often, and very many people say, “you gotta be kidding me, you’re not accurate,” but I am. I pitched on Tuesday in a high school game; I didn’t pitch on Thursday (we had our games on Tuesdays and Thursdays), but we signed up at the last minute for a tournament on the weekend, which was a single-elimination tournament. So I pitched on a Friday night, and the game goes into extra innings, I pitch nine innings and we win. So we advance in the tournament, and Saturday at, like 1:00 is the next game. So I was going to play first base or right field; our pitcher who was going to start that game throws, like, one pitch and says his arm’s blown out, it’s hurt. So the coach comes out, and he really wasn’t a baseball coach, he was a football coach. So he brings me into the game, and I pitch seven innings. And we win again. So we advance to the final game on Sunday during a day game. And I go out and pitch, and it goes into extra innings, and I pitch nine innings and give up one of my only home runs of my high school career in the bottom of the ninth and we get beat, like, 1-0. So you add that up, and I got nine innings, seven innings, and nine innings. And I’m scheduled to pitch the next game of our high school schedule on Tuesday.

So I go out, and I remember because my dad’s there, and he sees the opportunity. And all he wanted me to do was, because we were blue-collar people, limited financially, he had hoped that I could get some assistance going to college, get my education paid for. There were a bunch of college scouts that were in the stands on Tuesday night, and every major league team had a scout there, except I think the Yankees, because I remember being disappointed about that (obviously, you grow up watching the Yankees). So I go out to warm up and I tell my coach, “you know, my arm really feels funny.” And he goes, “well, what is it?” And I said, “well it kind of hurts when I throw.” And he said, “OK, you’re not pitching tonight and he put me in right field. So about that time, when we start the game, and I don’t start as a pitcher, and everybody runs up to the fence and says, “what’s wrong with Baylor Moore?” Now this is really, really bad here. The coach, who means no harm here, he’s actually trying to protect me, he says, “Look, the kid told me his arm hurts, so I’m not going to ruin his arm. He’s not pitching tonight.”

Uh Oh. You can see at this point everybody leaves right? So we know now, well I was just stiff. You know, even at a young age of 18 years old, I was stiff. I pitched the following Thursday and I was back on my game. But it took three weeks for another scout to show up to even look at me, except for Red Murph. Red Murph called and asked, “Is your arm really hurt?” And I said, “Yeah, well I mean, it’s never felt like this. It’s tight. It hurts when I throw.” And he says, “well, have you had your teeth checked?” And I said, “What could that possibly have to do with it?” And he said, “Anytime you have a bad tooth that poison goes into your system.” And he’s doing all this old-fashioned country type remedies. Well, sure enough my mom up and took me to the dentist just to make sure. But it just turned out that I was stiff, so I pitched the Thursday night, and was back on track. I finished great.

So when I graduated from high school, and became eligible for the June draft, I went to a tryout that Red Murph had in Brenham, Texas, and he invited a lot of the top prospects from around. Now this was probably not done that often in that time; it’s very common nowadays. These tryout camps pop up everywhere. Especially after the June draft, because there’s a lot of players that go unscouted. Red Murph scouted me for four years of high school. So he knew me, I mean he came by on a constant basis to visit with me. That’s probably why he’s one of the better known scouts, other than the signing of a lot of major league players.

But a week after I graduated, I went up to the tryout camp and pitched. And we were supposed to do all the drills. The speed and the different skills and such. And Red Murph said, you just go sit up in the bleachers and relax. I’m going to have you start the game tonight for all the camp kids, and you’ll be the starting pitcher. You’re going to pitch against the Brenham Junior College baseball team, and at the time Brenham was one of the better Junior College teams in the nation, if not the best. And so I started that night against the Brenham starting lineup, pitched three innings and struck out all nine hitters that I faced.

TCM: Well, that’s pretty good.

Balor Moore: Yeah, and he come out. And I had no idea. I thought, “I’ll pitch a game.” It’s nothing. Because in the level I was at in high school, you pitched the whole game. I don’t ever remember getting taken out of a game. So my thought was, I wonder what they’re going to play tonight, whether it’s seven or nine innings. Because, you know, high school games were seven innings. So after the third inning, he told me “Well, that’s enough for tonight. Everybody’s seen what they need to see. And then he wanted to hide me, I guess. But I remember the scouts and the coaches being in the stands.

Anyway, I get drafted, and, well, that was on a Saturday that I pitched against Brenham, and the June draft, as I remember it was in a week or a week and a half, and I got drafted by the Expos. And they show up and they offer me ten grand. Well, I don’t know, but I kind of thought it would be more than that, and my dad said, “well I don’t know, what do you think?” And we didn’t have anybody to talk to about it.

So we called the only college coach we knew, the coach of Texas, Coach Gustafson,* because I had signed a letter of intent to go to the University of Texas. And he says, “I wouldn’t sign for ten grand; you need to get to twenty before you make a decision.” And so we wait, and the following Sunday (this has been about a week of a holdout), I had agreed to pitch in a, I don’t know what kind of league it was at the time, but you gather up a bunch of guys and you play another organized team, so I went down to the University of Houston, and I pitched five, or, let’s see, I think I pitched seven innings, and I struck out all 21 guys I faced. And we left and went home that night and they offered me twenty grand and we signed. And my dad says, “you know, I don’t make but $16,000 in a year, and they’re going to give you more just to sign, it sounds like an easy decision, and they threw in the fact that if you go to college, they’ll pay for your tuition, and he said, “well what’s wrong with this?” And I say, ok, so I sign Sunday. And I’ll never forget they say, “OK, you’ll leave tomorrow morning.” And I didn’t even have time to pack. I didn’t know anything about where I was going, what level. I mean, I just knew nothing about baseball. But I knew I was a pro. And at the time you get $500 a month, and that’s all they could pay you. And I reported to Bradenton, Florida.

*Ed. Note: This is legendary coach Cliff Gustafson, whose Longhorns went 1,466-377 from 1968-1996.

Next time: Balor Moore becomes a professional baseball player.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Ignoring the Island

The news is semi-official, Nationals' special assistant to the GM Jose Rijo is out and the team's Dominican program is going to be entirely revamped in light of the Esmailyn Gonzalez/Carlos Daniel Alvarez Lugo scandal that cost the Nats $1.4 million. Certainly this is the end of the road for Rijo, and perhaps (hopefully?) for Jim Bowden as well.

But buried deep within this ESPN article is this other little nugget: "The Milwaukee Brewers are the only organization without a Dominican academy."

What does this mean, both in philosophical and practical terms for the Brew Crew? First, it means that they are less likely to be embroiled in scandals like the Nats, and other teams, have. By refusing to pay out large bonuses to players with questionable backgrounds (not that they are questionable people, just that their identities invariably have to be suspected and vetted). It minimizes their risk, which is terribly important for a team in the smallest media market in the country. Frankly, the Brewers can't afford to throw away $1.4 million.

It also means that they are able to focus their attention heavily elsewhere. A quick perusal of their minor league system shows a heavy Venezuelan influence (including top prospect Alcides Escobar), suggesting that they are dedicated to mining Latin America for talent, just not the D.R.


But practically, their decision seems to leave their cupboard almost entirely bare of good young Dominican players. Of their top 10 prospects (as rated by Baseball America), only Angel Solome is from the Dominican, but he went to high school in the U.S. and was drafted in the 5th round. Carlos Villanueva's the only other Dominican on the 40 man roster, and he was originally signed by the Giants and acquired via trade. John Sickels rates Wily Peralta as the team's #12 prospect, and describes him as "A high upside arm, but a long way from the majors."

At this point, before minor league rosters are set, it's hard to determine with any accuracy just how out of step the Brewers' system is with the rest of the league. What is the proportion of Dominican players in the Brewers' organization vs. the rest of the league, and what is the proportion of Latin players? And it will be interesting to see just what kind of effect this organizational strategy has on their major league club going forward. The Brewers seem to have survived by drafting well (Fielder, Hardy, Hart, Braun, Gallardo, Hall, Sheets, and Parra were all draft choices), but as their success has led to lower picks, it will be interesting to see if that run of success can continue without additional support from Latin America (thusfar, only two of the players on their 40 man roster were signed as amateur free agents).

The Common Man isn't quick to condemn the Brew Crew for their novel approach. Given that other teams undoubtedly have more money to dole out to the elite prospects (like Esmailyn Gonzalez, eh?), choosing not to compete there and to corner markets elsewhere seems like a sound strategy. And as more teams expand further into Venezuela (or Hugo Chavez makes it prohibitively difficult to operate there), it will be fun to see where the next great frontier is that they can exploit? What say you? Where should the Brewers go next?

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Agents of Change

The Major League Baseball Rule 4 draft (its annual draft of amateur ballplayers from the United States, Canada, and Puerto Rico) is, frankly, troublesome. In the real world, when a job prospect negotiates with a potential employer, that employer has to compete with all the other companies offering that candidate a job. In baseball, when a player is chosen to enter the league, he is allowed to negotiate only with the team that picked him. You have 30 individual businesses restricting the rights of young men to choose their employer, under the guise that the league is somehow a single entity, rather than a confederation of competing states. And while this makes little sense from a logical standpoint, it's basically what has kept the league functioning smoothly since the early 1960s, as perenial losers like the Phillies, Browns, Senators, and Boston Braves (to name just a few franchises that had incredibly long fallow periods) now have the first crack at exciting young talent, which allows them to (in theory) return to competitiveness sooner (note, may not apply to the Pittsburgh Pirates or Kansas City Royals).

Anyway, because of this system, young men just out of high school and college have been at an extreme disadvantage as they've tried to negotiate contracts. And the NCAA hasn't made this any easier. Until yesterday, if a high school or college player retained legal counsel, to help them sort through their drafting team's offer, to double-check the contract to make sure it really was in the player's best interest (basically hiring an agent, but not paying them), they lost their college eligibility. In other words, 18-22 year old kids were expected to negotiate with grown men with 20+ years of experience in baseball. While "advisors" were allowed to have contact with the kids, they were not allowed to communicate in any way with the ballclub. That system, with its arbitrary distinctions and half-baked rules, makes absolutely no sense to The Common Man.

And so, when Andrew Oliver, a 21 year old kid, wanted to be pitching for Oklahoma State this year, he could not because his advisors went to a meeting with the Minnesota Twins, the boy and his father. According to ESPN,
"His former advisers, Tim and Robert Baratta, were at a meeting between Oliver and Twins officials when they discussed a potential contract.

That meeting led to Oliver's suspension from Oklahoma State last spring and his lawsuit.

Oliver and his father testified that the advisers were at the meeting because neither of them knew enough to negotiate a professional contract.


Instead of playing ball, Oliver was forced to the bench, even though the Twins never paid him a dime.

Yesterday, however, ESPN reports the wise Judge Tygh Tone (awesome name, by the way) ruled, "An NCAA rule that allows players to hire a lawyer but prohibits them from negotiating a contract is impossible to enforce and allows for the player to be exploited." Tone struck down the NCAA's rule and ordered that Oliver be allowed back on the team. And there was much rejoicing.

This is an important development for a couple of reasons. First, and most importantly, remember that the overwhelming majority of players who get drafted never even sniff the major leagues. Unlike football and basketball, there is an extensive minor league system that weeds out players who simply never develop the skills needed to make it. For most of them, their signing bonus is the biggest paycheck they'll ever collect from their ballclub. Also unlike basketball and football, many of the draftees are taken right out of high school, meaning that they're barely legal to begin with, and not at all up to understanding the complexities of their market value.

Second, it's potentially another step down the road toward Major League Baseball losing its anti-trust exemption, or at least all the perks that go along with it. While this ruling does not address baseball's draft specifically, it does attempt to deregulate the rules limiting ameteur players. An enterprising attorney and player, The Common Man imagines, would have little difficulty demonstrating that the current draft structure is also exploitative, and should be deregulated, or even that the draft rules do not apply to players who have yet to join the Players' Association (who negotiates the league's collective bargaining agreement). Given that the Supreme Court has said (in 1972) that only Congress can revoke the anti-trust exemption, perhaps a court ruling that addresses the league's rules and structure is unlikely. However, it is unclear to The Common Man why the Court believed Congress had jurisdiction in this matter, when the court has been the only entity to officially address the league's status since 1922, and when the Supreme Court itself bestowed the anti-trust exemption. The Common Man wonders whether, after 36 years, legal opinions may and interpretations may have changed radically, and wonders what has stopped agents and players from attacking the league and the draft through the courts. Maybe one of you dear readers can set him straight.