Stats, Bats, Balls, and Falls: Baseball Vid Gets Ya to Home Base

Let me say right off the bat that I'm no Ring Lardner, Roger Angell, or even Robert Christgau when it comes to baseball writing. Take me to a sports bar in the summer and before long I'll be asking, "Who's on first, what's on second?" (Nyuk nyuk nyuk!) America's game is slow and emphasizes stats, making it one of the least accessible displays of rampant steroid abuse. And yet I'm genuinely sold on a disc that's stacked with every MLBPA member and minor-league team, has a hyper-realistic bead on baseball's fundamental mechanics, and encourages you to sim your way through a season as manager. By putting the game's history (over 50 Hall of Famers, to start) in your hands, and allowing you to lead your club many years into the future, MVP Baseball 2004 makes a poetic argument for declaring the de facto American sport— console gaming—our official pastime.

In Cuba, all the youngsters play baseball. That's because they're too broke to buy PlayStations. How much better is it to skip the national anthem and time some famous guy's swings to the sounds of the All-American Rejects? You can effectively cork your bat or shrink your opponent's glove by fooling with the dozens of settings, but it's impossible to make the intuitive, HUD-guided ball-and-bat controls seem cartoonish. Attention to detail ranges from countless nuanced plays, crowd chants, and announcer anecdotes to in-game fatigue variables and season-defining emotions derived from playing time, performance, and earnings. What's an American pastime without greed?


Must not scratch it; the camera's on me.
image: Electronic Arts
Must not scratch it; the camera's on me.

Details

MVP Baseball 2004
For: PS2, Xbox (review copy)
Developer: EA Canada
Publisher: EA Sports
Rating: 9 (out of 10)

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