How many athletes are sons of actors?
Sherman Oaks' Albino Rhino is the best defensive outfielder in baseball in 2025 & maybe the 3rd best player overall behind Aaron Judge and Shohei Ohtani:
Judging baseball outfielders’ defense is tough because you aren’t watching the outfielders, you are looking at the pitcher and hitter when, crack, the ball is rocketing outward 350 feet at 105 mph. Virtually all big league outfielders are willing to sacrifice their bodies to dive to make the catch … but did you see which ones got a good jump on the ball?
A half-century ago, left-fielder Bill Buckner was a fan favorite at Dodger Stadium because he sacrificed his body so much making countless diving catches. But as a mordant sportswriter pointed out at the time, if Buckner weren’t so slow, he wouldn’t have to dive for everything. (The Dodgers eventually realized they had an outfielder, Buckner, who couldn’t run and a third baseman, Steve Garvey, who couldn’t throw, so one of them ought to play first base. They installed Garvey at first and traded Buckner. It worked out well for the Dodgers.)
But footspeed isn’t everything at catching fly balls. For example, Lou Brock, the greatest base stealer before the late Rickey Henderson, was, despite his immense speed, a mediocre to poor defensive outfielder. It was not just that he made errors, but that he didn’t get to a lot of fly balls that an average major league outfielder would have gotten to.
I can identify with Brock’s problems figuring out where a fly ball is going. During my Little League years in right field, I never had a clue either. As Peter, Paul and Mary’s song “Right Field” observes: “Playing right field can be lonely and dull/Little Leagues never have lefties that pull.”
In contrast, while Andruw Jones of the Atlanta Braves was fast as a 20 year old centerfield prodigy, he never showed elite speed on offense: he never stole more than 27 bases or hit more than 8 triples in a season. For his career, he’s 136th all time in double plays grounded into. Those are Pretty Good numbers, but nothing amazing.
He put on a lot of poundage during the steroid era when he peaked with 51 homers in 2005. By the time he arrived at the Dodgers in 2008 at age 31, he had one of the worst seasons ever by a big money free agent. In one of my rare trips to Dodger Stadium in this century, I had the privilege of witnessing Jones strike out while falling down. And it wasn’t like a Jimmy “Toy Cannon” Wynn strikeout where he swings so hard that he falls down, it was more like your grandpa tottering over because the obesity and Alzheimer’s is kicking in and it’s time to take away his keys.
Yet, overall, the kid from Curacao may have been for his career the best defensive outfielder of all time. Only Kevin Kiermaer is close to Jones in Defensive Wins Above Replacement. Paul Blair of the Earl Weaver Orioles is third, and Willie Mays is fourth at about three-fourths of Jones’ production. The legendary Roberto Clemente has half Jones’ numbers. (Jones was 80% as productive on defense as Mays and Clemente combined!)
A big part of outfield defense is getting a good jump on the ball. Starting to run in the general direction of where the ball is hit is more important than waiting to run in the precise direction of where it will be going.
When I was a kid, the story was that on Mays’ famous over-the-head catch of Vic Wertz’s 420-foot blast in the first game of the 1954 World Series, Willie turned around and started running backward before Wertz even hit the ball, recognizing that it was a fat pitch that would be crushed.
Watching the primitive but impressive camera work on the surviving video, that doesn’t appear to be true:
So you don’t hear that tall tale as much anymore.
Still, Willie was obviously a baseball savant who was not only fast of foot, but also got great jumps on deep drives.
Apparently, Andruw was even more of a cognitive genius at instantly figuring out where a fly ball would go, rather like how Dennis Rodman could anticipate where a missed jump shot would carom to for him to rebound.
But all those defensive numbers had been estimated from fairly crude statistics.
Baseball statistics had gotten very good at measuring hitting and pitching, but defensive statistics long lagged. Now, we finally have excellent measures for how good outfielders are at running down balls hit in the air.
Based on direction and hang time, every flyball can now be estimated on a 0% to 99% scale for probability of being caught. Outfielders are evaluated for jump (how soon do they start running), efficiency of route run to where the ball is coming down, and footspeed.
So far this season …
Paywall here.
the Chicago Cubs 24-year-old centerfielder Pete Crow-Armstrong has been perhaps the standout outfielder, both by the new-fangled statistics and by old-fashioned highlight reels.
The nearly albinoish Crow-Armstrong is also hitting with surprising power, among the major league leaders in home runs and RBIs, as well stolen bases. He’s driven in eight runs in his last two games.
Here’s a game awhile ago in which he personally destroyed the mighty Dodgers with two homers and a triple:
Crow-Armstrong’s unusual double last name is due to his being the son of actress Ashley Crow and actor Matthew John Armstrong. Neither is hugely famous, but both are examples of the San Fernando Valley’s vast number of semi-famous actors/actresses.
His parents are retired from acting, with his dad teaching English at the start-up Sierra Canyon High School where LeBron James sent LeBronny, and his mom tutoring clients in acting.
Pete went to the Harvard-Westlake superschool that the late Charlie Munger, Warren Buffett’s partner, donated to. About two decades ago, this academically superior old money school in the Hollywood Hills decided to invest in baseball.
As the recent Dodgers have shown, rich and smart is a good combination. Harvard-Westlake built the O’Malley Family Field nearby as their baseball facility. (You might think of Dodger Stadium as the O’Malley Family Field …) Big league starting pitchers Max Fried, Jack Flaherty, and Luca Giolito are former teammates from H-W.
An interesting question is how many other prominent athletes have been sons of prominent actors?
Not many, surprisingly enough.
In my neighborhood, there was actor Antonio Fargas, who played Starsky & Hutch’s pimp informant Huggy Bear. His son Justin Fargas was an excellent running back for my old high school Notre Dame of Sherman Oaks, peaking with 1,000 yards rushing for the NFL’s Oakland Raiders in 2007.
But there is surprisingly little interplay between actors and athletes, despite both being good looking specimens.
There used to be more interaction. For example, my Japanese-American neighbor wrestled for UCLA and then enjoyed a long career as a character actor and stunt man. His son was an outstanding high school middle linebacker, but by then the football to Hollywood pipeline (OJ Simpson, Merlin Olsen, Jim Brown, Fred Dreyer, Bernie Williams, etc etc) was shutting down. I’m guessing that Timothy Chalamet didn’t play high school football.
My guess is that Pete Crow-Armstrong, being slightly scary-looking, was grasped by his parents as not having much of a future as a nepo-baby acting star other than as a villain, so they were happy that he really wanted to play baseball.
I did a Taki's column once by some marketing professors who correlated what type of movies people liked with their Big 5 personality traits. The interesting discovery was that people who really like sports movies are distinctive from everybody else who really like movies. It's like sports and movies, or the arts in general, are different realms, which can help explain why you don't see that many families crossing over from high achievement in one to the other over the generations.
This also helps explain why my interest in golf course architecture draws attention: it's a sports art, which is a rare thing.
Drummer Alex Van Halen's son was the best player on my son's baseball team and went on to be a top high school long distance runner: a lot of energy like his dad. A couple of times his cousin Wolfgang Van Halen came to see his games, which was nice that the brothers' families were close, which isn't always true among brother acts in rock. Wolfgang was a big, stocky kid, but it was also pretty easy to see his mother was a beautiful actress and his father a musical genius. He didn't seem too interested in sports, but instead listened to music the whole game intensely, like he intended to live up to his name.