Roy Oswalt's decision to spurn the Cardinals, the Rangers, and even The Mystery Team all at once yesterday—team poet laureate Lance Berkman says the offers simply "[weren't] enough to lure him out of Mississippi"—confuses me, but I'm willing to guess it wouldn't confuse me quite so much if I were Roy Oswalt. From here, as a guy who came to sports through the backs of basketball cards and baseball through Baseball Prospectus's phonebook of stats and projections, he's doing significant damage to his now-borderline Hall of Fame case.
A nice bounceback year in front of a good offense—after three seasons in which he's gone 30-29—could have put him right back on track; he's 159-93, after all, and 33 isn't especially old for a guy who's still putting up solid seasons. Going 15-7, say, in the Cardinals' rotation gets him to 174-100.
Apparently, though, some pitchers didn't get into throwing the ball 90 miles an hour by way of reading Bill James's The Politics of Glory.
Well, more power to Roy Oswalt—and more power, I guess, to Jake Westbrook, whose ZiPS projection remains pretty bad but not as bad relative to Kyle Lohse's as you'd think if you were forced to go strictly by how eager I am to see each of them make 25 starts in 2012. If it's any consolation, this presumably leaves us one pitcher closer to seeing Shelby Miller in the major leagues this year.