What’s Wrong With David Wright?

Following the end of the 2012 season, the New York Mets signed David Wright to an 8-year, $138 million contract. This was a legacy deal, intended to keep the Metropolitans’ all-time most productive homegrown player in New York for the balance of his career. The deal was viewed as both team-friendly and a significant risk. The absolute dollars were probably a discount relative to what Wright might fetch if he waited for free agency after the 2013 season, but the deal that was previously the largest the Mets had given out, Johan Santana’s $137M, didn’t work out so well.

David was coming off a stellar rebound in his 2012 campaign, after disappointing performances in 2009 through 2011, the first three years of Citi Field. It appeared that he was back to his 2005-2008 levels of performance.  Sure, the power wasn’t the same – just 21 home runs – but power and offense are down across the league. His wRC+ of 141 in 2012 was right in line with his former awesome self.

Fans often worry that a player will become complacent and struggle to perform after signing a long-term deal. Wright dispelled those notions by posting a 156 wRC+, the best of his career, in 2013. Despite playing in only 112 games, he managed to produce 6 wins above replacement level. That’s an elite level of production in a season cut short by a hamstring injury. More on those 112 games later.

It would be easy to say that Wright has sucked in 2014. He hasn’t sucked. He’s been mediocre. His 97 wRC+ is almost exactly league average. (wRC+ uses 100 as a baseline for league average and compares a player’s results to this baseline.) His defensive value has been slightly above average. His 1.8 wins above replacement represents an average starter over 5 months of baseball. There’s a huge problem with David Wright being an average major leaguer.

His salary.

The Mets are not paying David Wright to be average. They didn’t make him the captain and lock him up for the rest of his career so that he could produce at an average level. They need him to be a star. They need him to be the elite hitter he was from 2005-2008 and 2012-2013. But instead, they’re getting the worst year of his career.

This begs the question: What’s wrong with Wright?

I’ve heard a lot of opinions on why David is failing to perform.

  • He’s pressing. Trying too hard to carry the team.
  • He’s slacking. Not trying hard enough because he’s already guaranteed his payday.
  • He’s hurt. Playing through pain is one thing. Playing through debilitating injury is another.
  • He lacks protection in the lineup.
  • Citi Field is in his head. He can’t hit there.

At least one of these things is definitely true. He’s had shoulder and neck injuries this season. While Wright claims the injuries are not causing his struggles, we don’t have to take his word on that. It’s almost inconceivable that shoulder and neck injuries would not have at least some negative effect on his swing. But we also don’t have to believe that’s the primary cause.

When it comes to how hard he’s trying, I find it much more likely he’s pressing than slacking. But he’s actually had good lineup protection with Lucas Duda’s breakout season. So he has less reason to press this year than he did last year or the year before.

If Citi Field is in his head, why did he perform so well in 2012 and 2013? I don’t think the ballpark is the problem, but I do think the answer is in his head. Rather, the answer is in his getting hit in the head.

When he returned to the lineup near the end of the 2013 season, he got beaned in the head by a Johnny Hellweg pitch. Back in 2009, Wright got beaned by Matt Cain. The result was a 2+ year lull in Wright’s offensive production. Coincidence? Perhaps. But probably not.

After getting beaned in 2000, Mike Piazza, greatest offensive catcher of all time, was never the same player. Roger Clemens (deliberately?) hit him in the head and promptly ended Piazza’s prime.

I’ve espoused this theory on a Mets forum and some people have agreed, but I haven’t seen a single article mention it. The guy’s bailing out on pitches that are nowhere near him. Something’s going on in his head.

On July 4, 1996, I was in a car on 6th Avenue that went 55 to 0 in .1 second. For the next year or two, I would flinch every time I was in a moving vehicle. Collisions can stay with a person, especially if they involve contact to the head. I’m not saying that 100% of David Wright’s struggles are due to receiving a baseball to the dome, but I do believe it’s a significant factor. Perhaps it’s the largest factor.

What does that mean for his future? Hell if I know. Piazza never fully recovered, but he was a catcher already approaching the point of decline. The beaning just accelerated the process. Wright seemed to be in the late prime of his career when he got injured in 2013. Third basemen typically age better than catchers. But there is still cause for concern. Hopefully he’ll rest up over the offseason, shake it off, and perform at a level befitting his Hall of Fame talent.

Say Something. Anything.

Is that the secret to writing a successful blog? Do it every day? Or every weekday or every Wednesday? I think so. But following a schedule is something I’ve always had trouble with.

Apologies in advance. This is going to be a post modeled after the rambling path this zen madman follows. Or blazes. Either way.

Work has been weird lately. I took some time away from poker to focus on my writing career. That’s going okay. I’ll write something more concrete about writing later. That’s how we procrastinators roll.

I got this job doing event lighting. What do I know about event lighting? Next to nothing, but a lot more than what I knew when I started doing it earlier this month. It’s fun and boring and tiring and my back hurts.

Just this week, I returned to playing online poker. Played some hands on the not-so-fantastic New Jersey sites. I started one odd job and was offered another, odder one. Then I thought about building a new taekwondo school. Put a lot of thought into that, actually. And then it was live poker, driving to Atlantic City every week. But I don’t drive. So maybe I’d play in the city. And now I’m back to square one, or is it four? Writing.

Just another week in the life of a manic depressive zen madman on the rambling path to who knows where. I’d send you a postcard, but I probably won’t. I always say I’ll write, and then I don’t.

Postcard

 

Travis d’Arnaud, Taylor Teagarden, and The Hangover III, Part 2

In the prequel to this article, I wrote about Travis d’Arnaud’s demotion from the New York Mets to the Las Vegas 51s. He had been hitting like a butterfly in the majors, while Taylor Teagarden had been mashing the ball in the minors. I speculated that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but then Taylor Teagarden made me look foolish by poking an opposite field grand slam in his first start with the Mets.

d’Arnaud went on to murder the ball in Las Vegas, hitting 6 home runs, 8 doubles, and 10 singles in just 59 plate appearances. That’s 24 hits in 15 games. To put that in perspective, d’Arnaud has 24 hits in 40 games with the Mets this season. And he hit with much more power in Vegas than he’s shown at the major league level. Much more power. All told, his stint in the minors produced a ridiculous 1.384 OPS.

So Teagarden mashed in Vegas, then hit a home run in his first game in New York. Travis d’Arnaud mashed in Vegas, then returned to the majors last night, and guess what? He hit a home run! This wasn’t a little opposite-field poke like Teagarden’s home run. This ball was pulled and crushed. So maybe what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas after all. Maybe these guys stop off at the airport gift shop and grab a bag of that dry Vegas air to take with them. Then again, maybe not.

After that big moment in his first game with the Mets, Teagarden cooled off. He became more of an iced-Teagarden. Through 9 games and 30 plate appearances, Teagarden posted an OPS of .450. Yes, it’s a hilariously small sample. It’s also a hilariously bad stretch. OPS is on-base percentage plus slugging. d’Arnaud had a higher on-base percentage than Teagarden’s on-base plus slugging. Whatever.

The question we’re naturally left with is, “What does all of this mean?” Well, pretty much nothing. Nothing conclusive, anyway. These guys can hit home runs in Vegas, and they can hit them in New York. But they’re not going to hit as many in New York because the competition is tougher and the stadiums are bigger. There’s really no way to know whether the stint in Vegas “fixed” Travis d’Arnaud, or whether it simply gave him enough confidence to swing the bat well until his next 0-for-10 stretch. Time will tell. Or it won’t.

If d’Arnaud goes on to have a successful major league career, we won’t know whether it’s because he had a stint in Vegas at the right time, despite his stint in Vegas, or whether the whole thing was completely irrelevant. Cause and effect is a tricky thing to suss out. The good news is that it sounds like Travis made some actual adjustments while he was down there.

Per Wally Backman: “[We] moved his back foot closer to the plate. He was having a hard time hitting the pitch away, but now he can cover the whole plate. If it was that simple all the time, it’d be great. That’s one of the things he wasn’t doing in the big leagues. He needed to clear his head a little bit, come down here, have some success and get some confidence built back up.”

Per Travis: “It was all mental. [I’m] just focusing in on every at-bat like it’s my last at-bat. Not thinking about a hundred different things. Just focusing on one thing and keeping a solid approach on each and every pitch. I kind of went away from that [in the majors]. I feel like my concentration is up and I’m able to focus in easier. I feel good. I’m in a good place.”

 A week ago, that place was Vegas. Now it’s New York. They’re two places with a lot in common at night, but a lot of differences on the baseball field. Hopefully for the Mets and d’Arnaud, what happened in Vegas stays with Travis.

Male and Pale

I was born male and pale. This is not a privilege. My skin burns in the sun and my body is incapable of turning a single cell into a viable human life. If the 15-to-35-year-old me were given the choice, I might have been born female, in the Gina Carano or Venus Williams vein, with a diverse genetic makeup and cool name like Moon Bloodgood. Having said this, if the 15-to-35-year-old female version of me were given the choice, perhaps I would have been born male. I guess the concrete is always greyer on our side of the street.

My actual skin color and gender are accidents of birth. Due to these circumstances, over which I had no control, society has conferred upon me what is called privilege. It is definitely a thing, though I don’t agree that it’s exactly what most people say it is. For the moment, I’m going to ignore the roots of this privilege and focus on exactly what it is.

I can think of two major ways in which we can be privileged.

We can be granted a right which some people are denied.

There are some privileges which we can earn. A driver’s manual tells us that driving is not a right, it’s a privilege. I don’t legally have this privilege because I’ve never taken a road test. Cool. No Problem. That makes sense. If that’s important enough to me, I can take a road test and earn the right to drive. Similarly, I can study for my state’s bar exam and earn the privilege to practice law.

There are other privileges which we do not earn, like walking down the street without being harassed or threatened because of our appearance. I have been threatened because of my skin color on three occasions. I’ve had catcalls aggressively directed at me once or twice. These are small numbers. I can only imagine what it’s like to experience this on a weekly, daily, or constant basis. Freedom from this experience is not a privilege. It’s a right that we all should have. My life is not made better by the fact that someone else’s life is made worse. It’s my opinion that we all suffer for this, though we do not suffer equally.

We can be granted preference over people who are different from us.

I get asked for directions everywhere I go. In Germany they ask in German, in Montreal they ask in French, in Costa Rica they ask in Spanish, and in Sweden they ask in English. I’d like to think that people pick me to ask because of my confident bearing, ability to look at ease in unfamiliar territory, and outstanding memory and spatial awareness. Those could be factors. But the primary reason I get picked is probably because I have pale skin, grey-brown hair, and above-average height.

Getting asked for directions isn’t exactly a big-time privilege. But the same (perhaps subconscious) prejudices that lead people to pick me when asking for directions can also lead them to pick me for more significant things, like a job, a relationship, or president. Life can be a zero-sum game in these situations. While I do not gain anything when someone else is harassed on the street, I do receive material benefit when I get a job after a more-qualified applicant is passed over because of a third person’s prejudice.

It’s essential that I recognize that this is a real thing. It happens. It can go both ways. I’ve been treated as a less authentic taekwondo teacher because I’m not Korean; my acceptance as a yoga teacher has been questioned because I’m male; and I was denied acceptance to one private school because they wanted to reserve their financial aid for “inner city” kids, ignoring the fact that I grew up in a single-parent home in a neighborhood called Hell’s Kitchen. Ultimately, none of these incidents had a significant negative impact on my life. Also, these are three instances across 36 years. It’s easy for me to recall them because there have been so few. In the vast majority of cases, things have swung the other way. I have “benefited” from other people’s prejudice much more than I have suffered from it.

Why do I put “benefited” in quotes? Because, while I 100% accept that I have received undue preference due to prejudice, it’s not something I’ve ever asked for. It’s not something I’ve ever wanted. It does not fill me with joy. It makes me angry. It makes me ask myself, “What can I do about this? How can I get it off of me?” I can literally feel my heart beating with rage as I write this paragraph. Literally! And then I tell myself to breathe. And think. What can I do?

Since I was 9 years old, I’ve wanted to be famous. I never wanted to be like Paris Hilton. Famous for an accident of birth. I never wanted to be a prince. I wanted to be like Doc Gooden. Famous for being awesome. I wanted to be awesome. Just like an objectified actress who wants to be known for her talent rather than her looks, I feel degraded by getting chosen because of my physical appearance. It’s dehumanizing.

This is where we stumble upon the problem of the white dude painting himself as the victim. The problem rests upon the choice of article: definite (the) or indefinite (a). No, I do not think I am the victim. I am a victim. We are all victims of a society where people make important decisions based on unimportant data. Mental checkboxes. Male/female. White/Black/Asian/Latino/Other. Seriously, other? The need for a box marked “other” should tell you that the other boxes are irrelevant. They’re contrived.

Society is fractured by this othering. For people, it always seems to be about us and them. But there is no them. Only us. We are all of us, us. We all lose something when someone is chosen based on something other than their merits. It’s just that some of us lose a lot more. And others of us gain something dirty. Something tainted.

No, I don’t consider this a privilege. It’s a tactical advantage that I do not want.  Short of going all Robert Downey Jr in Tropical Thunder, it’s not something I can just shake off. All I can think to do is be honest that it exists, continue ignoring irrelevant data, and try to avoid things which I do not deserve. I’m open to suggestions.

You can call it privilege. I’ll call it materially-beneficial prejudice. The important thing is that we talk about it.

Travis d’Arnaud, Taylor Teagarden, and The Hangover III

The New York Mets recently demoted their prized catching prospect, Travis d’Arnaud, to the Las Vegas 51s. In his stead, they’ve promoted Taylor Teagarden, a 30-year-old who is the owner of an awesome name, a .950 OPS in Las Vegas (that’s very high), and a contract opt-out clause if he’s not in the majors by June 15. Teagarden is in the majors now, but there’s a good chance that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Specifically, Taylor’s excellent performance in the arid air of Las Vegas is likely to remain his minor league performance, while his performance in the major leagues is likely to remain on the level of a backup catcher. In 518 major league plate appearances, Teagarden has posted a wRC+ of 67 (that’s very bad). This brings us to Travis d’Arnaud’s demotion.

First of all, Travis d’Arnaud is also the owner of an awesome name, a .989 OPS in Las Vegas, and a major league wRC+ of 54 (that’s tragically bad). Beginning with d’Arnaud’s name, I’m sure den Dekker and deGrom are saddened at losing the opportunity to squeeze three lowercase last names onto the same lineup card. (It’s too bad Terry Collins decided not to play den Dekker in center field when d’Arnaud caught deGrom’s last start.) More importantly, d’Arnaud has been awesome in the minor leagues and offensive offensively in the major leagues. Is this just the latest case of a much-hyped prospect not living up to it, or is there more at play here?

When the Mets acquired d’Arnaud for R.A. Dickey after the latter’s 2012 Cy Young campaign, there was much rejoicing in Metland. Sure, many fans were saddened that the Mets had relinquished one of the year’s best pitchers the year after they’d lost the 2011 NL batting champion and the team’s best shortstop ever. But at least they’d gotten something for Dickey. Sandy Alderson came away with one of the best catching prospects in the game (d’Arnaud), a top-flight pitching prospect (Noah Syndergaard) who would wrest the nickname Thor from AAA hero Kirk Nieuwenhuis, and a young lottery ticket outfielder (Wuilmer Becerra).

But where there is rejoicing there should often be concern. While many were envisioning the next coming of Mike Piazza or Gary Carter, some of us were more skeptical of d’Arnaud’s likely outcome as a major leaguer. Here was a guy with strong defensive skills and a potent bat (for a catcher). My concern was never about his talent. It was about his health.

Before being traded for R.A. Dickey, but after being traded for Roy Halladay, d’Arnaud suffered a back injury (2010) and a knee injury (2012). It turns out that he’d also had a pair of concussions somewhere along the line.

Since joining the Mets organization, d’Arnaud has managed to break his left foot (2013) and suffer a third concussion (2014). If we look at the limited sample of his major league performance (257 plate appearances), the most concerning aspect is his lack of power. He has hit for just .079 isolated power (SLG minus AVG). In the minors he was in the .150 to .250 range. It’s normal for a hitter to have a hard time driving the ball against major league pitchers, but this is a steep drop-off. Could his 2013 foot injury be a factor here? Allow me to regale you with a brief tale of hitting stuff.

When I was a 22-year-old taekwondo blue belt, I broke my foot while breaking boards. After a week on crutches, I decided to tape it up and get back in there. I competed in a tournament, where I re-injured my foot in my first fight. Unfortunately, I also won my first fight, so I had to fight again. I couldn’t use my right foot to kick my opponent. I also couldn’t put all of my weight on my right foot, so kicking with the left was out. Punching sounds like a great idea when you’ve got a lower-body injury, except for the fact that power is generated by driving from the legs. Hitting a baseball works the same way. The lower body is used to generate forward momentum. The legs drive the hips, the hips drive the shoulders, and the arms drive the bat through the zone. The wrists do some stuff, too.

To make a long story short (too late!), the foot injury of 2013 probably sapped some of Travis d’Arnaud’s power. Looking at his .219 BABIP, we can assume that he’ll eventually hit for a higher average. His 10.9% walk rate is pretty good-looking as well. The only concerning thing about this is that he’s posted double-digit walk rates at every stop with the Mets (aside from his 6 games in rookie ball), and at zero stops beforehand (when he was a prospect with Philadelphia and then Toronto). It’s possible that the much-maligned Mets hitting philosophy has confused poor Travis and taken away his natural ability to mash. But wait…there’s more!

After a slow start to the season, d’Arnaud suffered his third concussion at the hands (or bat) of Alfonso Soriano. He was placed on the 7-day DL, spent a little bonus time resting, then did a brief stint in the minors. Since returning to the big league ball club, he’s been offensively useless. Mets fans have seen this before. A guy gets hit in the head and it damages his ability to hit a baseball. Ryan Church. Mike Piazza. Sometimes the ability comes back all the way, as in the case of David Wright. Sometimes it doesn’t come back at all. Think Jason Bay. Sorry. You can stop thinking about Jason Bay now.

So what’s the upshot here? Concussions are bad. Real bad. And while they’re bad for everyone, they seem to be particularly bad for people who hit a baseball for a living. When the Mets returned d’Arnaud to the majors, there was hope that he’d start performing better than he had been. But was that a reasonable expectation? It probably would have been if he’d been on the DL with a hang nail, but not after a concussion. It’s doubtful that hitting against AAA pitchers in Las Vegas will help Travis d’Arnaud learn to hit major league pitchers in New York. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But perhaps it will give him time to more fully recover from his concussion, away from the bright lights of the big city. And since this isn’t a DL stint, the Mets won’t have to pay him a major league salary or burn through his service time while he plays in the minors. When dealing with a top prospect, money and service time shouldn’t be the primary concern for the organization. But with this regime, it always seems to be a big factor.

Speaking of hope, there is another: Kevin Plawecki, a not-so-ballyhooed catching prospect who has been wearing out AA pitching this year. d’Arnaud might have to watch his back while he’s vacationing in Vegas, lest he find himself second on the depth chart.

Forced Contemplation

I do some of my best writing when it’s least convenient. Perhaps I do the majority of my writing this way. I do it on planes and trains and buses and foot. All of the places where I am limited in activities to contemplation and observation. Those are the places where I do my best thinking and idea gathering.

Whether you’re a writer or some other kind of thinker, I recommend taking your body on a trip to nowhere when you want to take your mind somewhere special.

So Yeah, About That Buddhathon…

The words EPIC FAIL come to mind. Apparently, they come to mind in such an epic fashion as to require bold, italicsand CAPS. Right. I have two competing thoughts when it comes to analyzing why I failed at something:

  1. What mistakes did I make and how can I avoid them in the future?
  2. Don’t dwell on the past.

The truth is, these thoughts are not really competing. The analysis begins with a review of what happened. It continues with the consideration of how I can improve my process. Then it ends. That’s it. The analysis is over and it’s time for new action. So let’s try to follow that process.

Why did I fail? Let me count the ways.

  • I tried to do too many difficult things at once. It’s reasonable to set a single difficult goal, or a set of simpler goals. But creating a set of difficult goals is folly. I’m big on folly.
  • I tried to sell a product before it was finished and before I had developed the proper infrastructure. Either/or may have been okay. Combining both was a mistake.
  • overused italics.
  • I ignored how much work I had to do in addition to the goals on my list. In other words, I overestimated my free time.

How can I avoid these mistakes? I’ve got a few ideas. Some of them are even serious.

  • Set fewer and/or more reasonable goals. Less folly.
  • Enjoy the proper use of less and fewer more often and use italics less often or in fewer instances.
  • Make fun of myself for being a grammar and usage nit who loathes dictionaries and everything “proper.”
  • Avoid tangents.
  • Accurately assess how much work I have to do outside of the goals I’m setting.
  • Something about italics.

Don’t dwell on the past. What’s the easiest way to avoid dwelling on past failures? Set new goals for success! In the next 3 weeks, I’d like to:

  • Lose 1 pound a day. (Playing poker in British currency does not count.)
  • Finish the rest of Critical Concepts. (Those italics are legit, yo.)
  • Play some poker. (Playing poker in British currency does count.)

That’s all doable, right?

RIGHT? 

Fuck my life.


My inner self-non-loather would like to remind me that in the month of February, I did play some poker, relaunch a website, and publish 28,000 words, including two booklets and a series of articles. So maybe the “epic” in fail should only be in italics, bold, or CAPS. Go me.

Buddhathon Week 1

I’m just 8 days into my Buddhathon and I’ve already discovered what a wonderful and stupid idea I’ve come up with. That’s pretty much how I roll, so I should just deal with it.

On the poker front, I’ve played a little more than 10,000 hands. That’s not exactly on pace to hit 100,000 by the end of the month, but goals are made to be broken. Or is that rules? The list of excuses is formidable:

  1. I never play more than 6 tables.
  2. It takes up to 30 minutes to get 6 tables running on NJparty.
  3. NJparty bumps me off every 90 minutes, forcing me to get new tables.
  4. NJparty often crashes before 90 minutes, just for fun.
  5. Borgata.com is even worse than NJparty.
  6. Sometimes there are fewer than 6 tables of the stakes I play.
  7. The other sites are worse and/or have less traffic.
  8. I made two videos and wrote a book.

Now that I’ve sufficiently buried the lead, let me tell you about my new book. It’s more of a booklet, really. 8,000 words. It’s called Turn Your Hand Into A Bluff, it’s available on Leanpub, and it’s a collaboration between me and Dusty Schmidt. It’s about turning your hand into a bluff. More specifically, I get into The Math of how you decide whether your hand has more value at showdown or as a bluff. There’s also a section titled The Not Math. That part’s filled with guidelines to help you find the best play without crunching a lot of numbers.

This is Part 2 of Poker In Practice: Critical Concepts, and as such it contains 10 real-life hands, thoroughly dissected. It’s just $2.99, so it’s a bit of a steal. That’s funny, because, like, bluffing.

Anyway… back to the grind. At a minimum, I want to push my way through $.10/$.25 this month. I’ve been running like garbage, suffering from “they always have aces” syndrome, or TAHA, but things will turn around. They always do. Small sample size and all that.

February Buddhathon 2014

January is over. The Year of the Horse is here. That means this immovable object is getting ready to become an unstoppable force.

February is my least favorite month. Good thing it’s short. 28 days. Four years ago, I managed to do something pretty useful with 28 days. I did this Grindathon, where I locked myself in my apartment building and played 200+ hours of poker, made 28 poker videos, and did 28 video blogs. I raised a few grand for some causes and made ten times that playing poker. It was a good month.

So yeah. I’m gonna do that again. I’m playing smaller stakes these days. It’s part of my 2014 poker plan. I want to put up statistically significant winning samples at every limit from $.05/$.10 through $5/$10. Ideally, I’d like to get even higher than that. Maybe I’m dreaming.

In January, I eked out 31k hands of nickel and dime with an 8.90 bb/100 win rate. My all-in EV adjusted win rate was 13.62. That gives me 99.8% confidence that I’m beating that limit. I’m gonna call that statistically significant and move on up to $.10/$.25.

Dime and quarter poker is still the micro-stakes, but I imagine there are more decent players there. Weren’t many of those at nickel and dime. Regardless, I hope to give the limit a sound thrashing for 50k hands and then play another 50k hands at $.25/$.50. That’s where you can almost start making some money to live off of.

So if that’s my February – 200 hours, 100k hands, and pushing through 2 limits – then in March I’ll be ready for $.50/$1. Maybe that’s optimistic. I’d call that an upper-quartile outcome. I need to run good, play well, and keep improving. Still, it doesn’t sound like that much of a challenge, does it? Let’s make it harder, then.

I’m also going to spend about 90 hours working on four new poker booklets, Parts 2 through 5 of Poker In Practice: Critical Concepts. That’s a lot of writing and not a lot of time. I can write between 500 and 2000 words per hour (or up to 3600 if it’s just a stream of consciousness), so the actual writing won’t take a terribly long time. Maybe 30-odd hours. But then there is editing, proofreading, publishing, and shameless self-promotion to think about. All in all, it’s a lot of work.

We’re still only looking at 280 hours of work, which is a 70-hour work week. So let’s tack on up to 7 new poker videos for DragTheBar. We’re three hours in and I’ve already knocked one of those off the list, so maybe this will be easy.

Then again, probably not.