Samsung Lions - Season By Season Records

Season By Season Records

Year Rank Games W L D Win% H HR ERA
1982 2 80 54 26 0 0.675 705 57 2.70
1983 4 100 46 50 4 0.479 889 90 3.42
1984 2 100 55 45 0 0.550 889 78 3.35
1985 1 110 77 32 1 0.706 1005 97 2.98
1986 2 108 70 37 1 0.654 997 74 2.95
1987 2 108 64 44 0 0.593 1120 105 3.58
1988 4 108 56 50 2 0.528 1028 85 4.18
1989 4 120 57 58 5 0.496 1094 96 4.42
1990 2 120 66 52 2 0.558 1040 131 4.13
1991 3 126 70 55 1 0.560 1138 108 4.23
1992 4 126 67 57 2 0.540 1128 124 4.55
1993 2 126 73 48 5 0.599 1154 133 2.95
1994 5 126 60 64 2 0.484 1081 106 3.47
1995 5 126 60 60 6 0.500 1047 94 3.90
1996 6 126 54 67 5 0.448 1029 88 4.23
1997 4 126 66 53 7 0.552 1194 165 4.23
1998 3 126 66 58 2 0.532 1143 143 4.32
1999 2 132 73 57 2 0.562 1244 207 5.16
2000 3 133 69 59 5 0.539 1223 177 4.64
2001 2 133 81 52 0 0.609 1262 162 4.39
2002 1 133 82 47 4 0.636 1321 191 3.92
2003 4 133 76 53 4 0.589 1295 213 4.37
2004 2 133 73 52 8 0.584 1215 132 3.76
2005 1 126 74 48 4 0.607 1134 111 3.83
2006 1 126 73 50 3 0.593 1043 73 3.33
2007 4 126 62 60 4 0.508 1062 86 3.71
2008 4 126 65 61 0 0.516 1078 92 4.40
2009 5 133 64 69 0 0.481 1224 146 4.98
2010 2 133 79 52 2 0.594 1210 120 3.70
2011 1 133 79 50 4 0.612 1150 95 3.35
2012 1 133 80 51 2 0.611 1050 89 3.39

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