I’m Back!

And so the streak ends at 161 consecutive blog posts. I apologize for the lack of posting this month: it was a combination of the everlasting job hunt and some technical difficulties where I lost a good portion of the posts I was trying to put up. At any rate, I am back and ready to reenter the wonderful world of baseball!

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Today I convinced my parents that we needed to spend our Sunday afternoon at Safeco Field for the annual Mariners Fanfest. I’ve heard mixed things about fanfests across the board, but the possibility of walking on the field and taking some great behind-the-scenes tours was too tempting. Unfortunately, we showed up for the very last hour of the last day, and judging by all the fans exiting the stadium, it looked like there would be little left to see. Thankfully, almost every booth and activity was still open, so we power-walked around the field trying to get everything in.

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I felt like a five year old sitting in the dugout, racing my mom around the bases (she called it quits halfway to 2nd base), and walking through the clubhouse. Even my parents had fun–my dad enjoyed himself in the locker room, saying things like, “Baseball is a different ball game than football: punt intended!” The only thing we couldn’t participate in was the trivia challenge among die-hard fans. I consider myself fairly knowledgeable about baseball, but definitely not to the extent they were asking!
All in all, it was a great way to reignite my enthusiasm for the fast-approaching 2011 season. I can’t wait for Opening Day!

Question Sunday: Falling in Love

This week, I’m working my way through Joe Posnanski’s The Soul of Baseball: A Road Trip Through Buck O’Neil’s America. Posnanski, a renowned sportswriter and biographer, chronicles his time spent with one of the Negro League’s legends in an attempt to reignite his own love for baseball. On one of many car rides to one of many speaking events Buck attends in the book, the former ballplayer poses this question to Joe: “What was your best day in baseball?”

As Joe takes up several pages recounting all his favorite moments, from Little League to the World Series, I started thinking about my own answer to that question. Granted, it’s only been 7 months since baseball even entered my world, but it’s also been 7 months full of exciting games, odd moments, and historical events.
Today’s question:
To blatantly steal from Buck O’Neil, what was your “best day” in baseball? What moment changed the way you watched the game? When did you first fall in love with America’s favorite pastime?
Leave your answer in the comments below!

Preserving the Hall of Fame

What does the Hall of Fame mean to you? It’s a straightforward question, but as recent voting is beginning to reflect, one that has a variety of answers. Some believe the Hall of Fame should commemorate only the most prestigious, deserving, by-the-book players. For others, the lines fall in grayer areas, where it is impossible to distinguish where raw talent ends and unfair advantage begins.

This year, Cooperstown welcomes Bert Blyleven and Roberto Alomar into its hallowed hall. Both men have patiently waited their turn for induction (in Bert’s case, 14 years), and both are worthy candidates. Alomar, sons of Mets bench coach Sandy Alomar Sr., was born into a family of baseball stars–from his father’s legacy in New York to his brother’s catching career. Over 17 years, Roberto built a batting average of .300, with 210 home runs, 474 stolen bases, and 12 consecutive All-Star games. Between 1991 and 2001, he won 10 Gold Gloves for outstanding work at second base, and 4 Silver Sluggers in only eight years.
Bert Blyleven, on the other hand, made his mark with a killer fastball, ranking 5th in strikeouts at 3,701. His interest in baseball blossomed as a young Dodgers fan, and his major league career began at the age of 19, with a draft by the Minnesota Twins. Over 692 games, Blyleven recorded 287 wins and 250 losses, with 60 shutouts and one no-hitter. Alomar and Blyleven will be joining notables like Willie Mays, Babe Ruth, and Cal Ripken Jr.
There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that those who reach Cooperstown do so on their own merit. However, writers responsible for voting players into the Hall of Fame are not primarily concerned with merit. In two years, famed hitters and pitchers of the Steroids Era will be up for nomination, players whose accomplishments are nearly as publicized as their scandals. I can only imagine writers want to be fair. No one wants to hand even more fame to those who have reached their stardom with the aid of performance-enhancing drugs.

Still, cheating is not limited to this generation of ballplayers, whether through illegal drugs or juiced balls or stolen signs. Since the invention of baseball, teams, players, and umpires have played outside the rule book. Bobby Thomson was accused of stealing signs on his “Shot Heard ‘Round the World.” Eight White Sox members started the Black Sox scandal by trying to throw the 1919 World Series. 104 players are on a blacklist for steroid usage.
This is not to say that taking steroids should be condoned or honored in any way. I fully respect writers whose moral standards prevent them from recognizing players who build their records on talent and growth hormones. In a recent article on Yahoo!Sports, sportswriter Ronald Blum quotes Hall chairman Jane Clark: “In Cooperstown, what we do [...] is preserve the history of the game. We tell the story of the game, and whatever controversy it is [...] we tell the story. We don’t opine about it. We just do it very factually.” If, however, the Hall of Fame focuses more on preserving baseball history than memorializing deserving players, Cooperstown may not be able to shut out the Steroids Era much longer.

A Day in the Bleachers

Cover Image.jpegIn 1954, when the New York Giants reached their last pinnacle of success in the World Series, a man named Arnold Hano sat in the bleachers at the Polo Grounds. Through the four-game sweep, Hano captures the poetry of postseason baseball and the not so poetic feelings of fans in the stands, from the opening pitch to “The Catch.”

As someone who was born well before this series was played, who never knew the New York Giants as a team, and whose knowledge of their history primarily comes from a Wikipedia page, I loved getting a firsthand account of the Series’ opening game. Hano writes with all the composure of a polished sportswriter, but his blind affection for the Giants is obvious throughout the book. Here, readers get the unique chance of viewing players like Bob Feller and Monte Irvin through the eyes of a fan–not a historian or biographer–a fan who called a Dodgers fan an “American League bum,” who didn’t place Mays on his list of best hitters, but called him “the great ball player of our time.”
Perhaps one of the best quotes in the book comes from a long stretch in the third inning of Game 1. You know the kind of stretch I mean: after the thrill of the first inning, when the game is lagging, runs are consistently left on bases, and those final three outs are still hours away. The way Hano puts it, I don’t think I can complain during another game ever again:
“The game was entering that lull period which some people find boring but which I find lengthens the buildup before the crackling climax or climaxes. The longer and more quiescent the lull, the more emphatic seem the climaxes; it is the tightening of the screw, the technique of suspense that is stamped so firmly on all Hitchcock films.

Of course, sometimes the lull extends too far, and the last out has been recorded before any crackling climax can occur. We have then watched what amounts to a dull game. But even within the structure of a dull game, there is so much to be seen–the pitching, the unfolding of defensive patterns, the mobility and unbelievable coordination of a double play–that most lovely of all defensive feats of athletic collaboration. …Routine is surely the wrong word, and so is dull.”


A Day in the Bleachers is finally a book Giants fans can resonate with, whether or not they attended the 2010 World Series. Instead of the bleachers at the Polo Grounds, we had the bay view at AT&T Park. Instead of Sal Maglie and Willie Mays, Tim Lincecum and Edgar Renteria. The sentiment is the same, the pride in one’s team, the superstitious rituals, the failed predictions and whispered “you can do it” comments. And just as we know the early 5-2 win would propel the next three victories in the 1954 World Series, we also know the ending of our own World Series story. Soon, we’ll be seeing A Day at Rangers Ballpark or A Day at AT&T Park on the shelves, and the stories of Cody Ross and Cliff Lee and fans from Texas to San Francisco will join those of Mays, Irvin, and the man who documented that first game in 1954.

Question Sunday: New Years Resolutions

It’s officially the new year, which means that all the hopes we have for this upcoming season can fly high until spring training. It’s comforting to think that at this point, anything can happen over the next 12 months. The Mariners could take the AL West by surprise. The Phillies could prove everyone right and rise to the top with their ace pitchers. The Giants could successfully defend their World Series title with another band of misfits.

Today’s question:
What are your predictions for 2011? Of course, you expect your team to take the title (at this point, who wouldn’t?). But who do you want to see as contenders in the NL? The AL?
At least for the NL West, I’d love to see the Giants and Dodgers duke it out for the division title, old school style. What about you? Make your predictions below!

Bringing in the New Year

Happy New Year 2011! It’s hard to believe that 2010, with all its ups and downs, is finally over. I can’t wait for a new season to begin, for 162 games of Timmy and Buster and Brian Wilson, of success and defeat and near misses, of Orange Fridays and Snuggie giveaways. In preparation for the upcoming season, here are a few goals to keep in mind:

For me: Blog every day this year, or at least until I reach July 27th. This time, I’ll actually be able to follow my teams from spring training until the postseason (all fingers crossed they make it that far, of course)!
For the Giants: Win another World Series. It’s as simple as that. Now that I’ve seen what SF is capable of, I’m fully confident that we have everything we need to continue strong into 2011.
For me: Attend 1-2 games during Opening Day weekend in L.A. Maybe go decked out in black and orange (WeBeGreater has fantastic “SF > LA” t-shirts), depending on how cutthroat the Dodgers fans seem that day.
For the Mariners: Win the AL West, especially with Ichiro, Felix, and Guti. I haven’t been paying close attention to our trades this offseason, but if we get a few power hitters and earn enough run support, I’m sure our bullpen can take care of business.
For me: Attend at least 10 games and cheer louder for the team than the cartoon sea plane races during the 7th inning stretch. With the Hawks almost-guaranteed playoff qualification, losing record and all, I have a feeling that this is Seattle’s year to go far in sports.
For the Giants: Start a new trend. Last year, it was “torture” for the fans and matching beards for the bullpen. What about “triumph” in the stands and shaved heads this season? Can you imagine Timmy without his long locks?
For me: If bald heads become the new beards, I will wear a bald cap to the games I attend this year. No promises to actually shave my head, though.
Don’t forget… only 41 days until pitchers and catchers report, and 88 days until Opening Day!