With Billy Beane attending the Oscars to support Brad Pitt and Moneyball and their nominations—link—I thought it would be appropriate to suggest some other characters from the book and film who should be asked to attend. Without them, there would be no story.
The epitome of insubordinate and self-interested evil who refused to adapt to the changing times by adhering to numbers and outright ignored his boss’s entreaties to play Scott Hatteberg.
Except Howe did play Hatteberg—just not at first base.
If you look at the facts (a novel concept they are, FACTS!!!), Hatteberg was in the lineup almost every day as the DH because he was new to first base and Carlos Pena was a Gold Glove caliber fielder.
Check this link if you’re actually invested in the Hatteberg/Howe truth.
The climactic scene in which Hatterberg homered to help the A’s win their 20th straight game was a scheduled day off; the circumstances are detailed in the book!
Private detectives might have to be dispatched to find them since they were mysteriously absent from the film version of Moneyball and only mentioned in passing in the book.
Having three All-Star/Cy Young Award caliber starting pitchers is kinda important to analyzing the construction of a winning team.
An armrest would have to be ripped from the seats in the theater to fit the morbidly obese film version of Brown into them.
The real Brown was bulky and not fat.
In a clever bit of double entendre, Brown could make a great show of walking to his seat.
Alderson’s Twitter account is rife with deadpan comedic musings.
Even if the audience needs the jokes explained to them, he’ll still be funnier than Billy Crystal.
With his reputation tattered by the implication of the computer loving stat geek and saddled with the moniker “Google Boy”; having gone to the Dodgers and, in a career-kamikaze fashion (don’t blame Frank McCourt), trashed the team by adhering to the principles of stat based team building resulting in inevitable destruction, he replenished his image as a respected assistant with the Padres and Mets and smartly removed his name from the film before it did any more damage.
He should be lambasted for inflicting the unwatchable cartoon Allen Gregory on an unsuspecting public.
And I want the fat Jonah Hill, not this new skinny one.
Keith Law and Michael Lewis
In the pretentious, hackneyed and self-indulgent world of Hollywood, even the Oscar attendees might walk out at the rampant egomania of the toxic combination of Lewis and Law.
Stick them in a steel cage and let them fight it out. It won’t be a feud on a pro wrestling level with Superfly Snuka vs Bob Backlund or Ric Flair vs Dusty Rhodes, but I know I’d watch.
I’d probably hold my nose and root for Lewis.
The stat guys, celebrating their victorious revolution and—in spite of Moneyball being shut out at the Oscars (it’s not going to win anything)—enjoy their moments in the spotlight and bask in the adulation and validation.
Then I arrive and make my presence…felt.
Beane’s attendance at the Oscars is a start.
But my version will make it pure perfection.
Genius in fact.