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It's pretty comical to watch Strether backtrack from "arguably the greatest of all time" to "the greatest to play the position" to "potentially" the greatest SS ever while claiming that he has been consistent all along, while simultaneously claiming that a 150-point OPS boost from Coors field isn't a massive advantage. It's not like completely regular people -- even those that Strether suspects lack a college education -- haven't been able to detect a massive Coors advantage going back 20 years and enjoyed by completely ordinary ballplayers like Vinny Casilla, Dante Bichette, or Andres Gallaraga. And then there's that pesky free speech, taking one's thread boldly to new, unexpected frontiers not approved by the management. Cue Star Trek music...
The idea that Tulo will suddenly get both healthier and better with his peak years of 25-29 behind him and realize his "promise" of being the greatest shortstop in history is also giggle-worthy.
One of the great things about metrics like W.A.R.P. is that it IS a comprehensive measure of all aspects of a players career, which explicitly includes each offensive component, defense, base running, pitching, while incorporating park , league and era adjustments. One doesn't have to elevate W.A.R.P. to infallibility as Strether constantly does for his own opinions to nonetheless see its obvious, comprehensive nature. This contrasts it with limited and team-dependent stats like batting average and r.b.i. that Strether stubbornly clings to like Ahab white-knuckling the mast of his ship. And the thing is, WARP confirms what most people's simple instincts tell them about Tulo: that he's been a truly great player when he stays in the lineup, but the amount of time that he misses easily disqualifies him from the discussion of the best shortstops ever. It's not an argument that is occurring in the world outside of these boards.
I know, I know, quote a couple of previous data-free , opinion only paragraphs to blow my comment out of the water and return Strether to his proper place atop analytical Olympus. I know, trust me, I know...