Geez, people. Lighten up. You're ALL too left-brained. The Stengel/Berra joke was a purely absurd throwaway line. Surely my posts are not so illiterate as to leave you pondering whether I know HBD is not MLB - or not? Allow me to clarify: I understand HBD is not MLB.
But further I understand that HBD is intended to be a simulation of MLB. I believe WIS strives to be professional, competent, ethical and desires to deliver the best possible $25 MLB simulation they can to their customers. A $25 online, text sports simulation, by definition, implies a realitively simplistic, paradigm-bound game. That is why there are so many baseball simulations. Baseball, with its wealth of statistics, readily lends itself to programmed paradigms.
But that does not mean we have to enslave ourselves to spread sheets. Even in HBD, this little $25 cost accountant's wet dream, there is still room for "feel," room for art. (That's why that great artist, Casey Stengel, put Yogi in LF rather than RF. It felt righter - as Casey would have said.)
Life - even simulated life - is too short and too bountiful to go through it with your nose continually buried in a spread sheet. HBD is a successful simulation in at least one sense - those who want to play it in a right-brained fashion, by feel and by art, can enjoy it just as much as those who want to play it in a left brained fashion, by spread sheets and calculations. Indeed, I would argue that, as in all aspects of human activity, right brained people, with their more expansive, outward directed outlooks, can enjoy HBD a bit more than left-brained peple. Right brained people know it's not the destination, but the journey, that matters.
I like gazelles in RF. There are few things in baseball prettier to see than a Roberto Clemente/Johnny Callison type running down fly balls in the corner and then whirling to make their epic, Homeric throws to third base. The sight of a C/DH type in RF (I will spare all you literalists by not mentioned names) is almost physically repellent to me (although often good for a few laughs. I was sad to see Manny Ramierez forced into retirement. His bull fights with lazy fly balls were some of the best comedy routines of the last two decades.)
The beauty of baseball has always been that the spread sheet geeks, with their reams of PPPS, and the poets, with their gazes fixed on Illium's tall towers, can enjoy the peanuts and craker jacks together as simply fans.