Lee Lowenfish

It's been a while since I posted to you dear readers and I have to say it has been a rather eventful few weeks in both baseball and American history.

On July 20th, the day after I finished my stimulating class on baseball culture at Chautauqua, former president Trump narrowly missed assassination. 

 

A few days after that, President Biden wisely decided to give up his re-election campaign, and surprisingly with little of the Democratic Party's typical awkward chaos, current Veep Kamala Harris has picked up the mantle of a presentable Presidential candidate. 

 

At least in the early going she has clearly galvanized the Democratic base. Since I believe that most Americans don't take or should take an election seriously until after Labor Day, no more word on politics from me until then. (Or to be more accurate, until the end of this blog.)

 

As I post before the first games of the first full weekend in August, the Orioles and Yankees are in a flat-footed tie for AL East supremacy with the Red Sox still in the hunt only 5 games behind and the Rays only 3 games behind Boston. 

 

The Oriole injury bug is very serious with infielders Jordan Westburg and Jorge Mateo out until late September at the earliest. The closer situation is very unsettled with aging Craig Kimbrel in his second "reset" of the season.  The offense remains inconsistent.

 

If I felt truly comfortable playing the role of the Prince of Paranoia, I would have entitled this post, "Where Is Aaron Hicks Now That We Really Need Him?"  The scapegoat for Yankee failures in recent seasons really helped the Birds last summer with big hits, good defense, and veteran presence, but after being cut by the woeful Angels in late April this season, he has not resurfaced in the majors.

  

I will try to take the long view that the Orioles are still a young team and because of the infield injuries, they now have promising but raw rookie Coby Mayo getting a chance at third base and the ballyhooed still only 20-year-old Jackson Holliday getting another chance at second base. 

 

What I cannot abide though are the continuing injuries to pitchers.  It's an epidemic that affects every organization, including the best ones. 

Satire may be the only way to deal with it. 

 

Dan Bern, the gifted and prolific folk-rock singer/guitarist/composer, has given me permission to quote from two of his trenchant songs about the situation. 

 

"27 Pitchers Gettin One Out Each" begins: 

"I ran into Dave Roberts

The Dodgers manager

He had a faraway look in his eyes

I tell you sir

He said I'm lookin forward to my winter

On the beach

Dreaming of 27 pitchers getting 1 out each 

27 pitchers getting 1 out each" 

 

 A later verse laments:

"The pitcher's mound used to be an all-day chore

But now it's lookin more like a revolving door

Sandy Koufax used to throw all nine or more

That kind of ball has gone out with the dinosaur"

 

A few years ago, Bern penned "Tommy John Surgery" with this acerbic verse:

"Get your kid's tommy john surgery whee 

Before they know their abc's

Jump-start the process do it for your kid

You will not be sorry you did."

(You can hear more of the music and lyrics of Dan Bern, a native of Iowa with a national and international following, on Spotify and other

platforms listed at danbern.com) 

 

The sports world suffered a tremendous loss on July 17th with the passing of Pat Williams at 84 in Orlando, Florida, where he made one of his basketball successes as the founding general manager of the NBA's Orlando Magic.  He brought Shaquille O'Neal and Anfernee "Penny" Hardaway to Orlando where they made two championship finals before Shaq moved to the golden riches of LA. 

 

Earlier, Williams made a success with the pre-Michael Jordan Chicago Bulls but he had a a great love of baseball, too.  Scouts still talk reverently about his success at building a fan base for the Carolina League Spartanburg Phillies, a job that brought Pat the 1967 Sporting News Minor League Executive of the Year award.

 

At the time of his death, Pat was trying to put together a group to either bring the Tampa Bay Rays to Orlando or create an expansion franchise. 

His energy, vision, and genuine support for those like myself outside the loop of the entrenched power structure in sports will be sorely missed.

 

My closing thoughts come from Richael Greenberg's 2003 Tony award-winning play "Take Me Out" that recently enjoyed a NYC revival.  The speech near the end of the first act delivered by Mason, the player-agent who is falling in love with both baseball and the baseball player Darren who is preparing to come out as gay (thus the title of the play), reads in part: 

"Baseball is better than democracy - at least democracy as it is practiced in this country - because, unlike democracy, baseball acknowledges loss.  While conservatives tell you, 'Leave things alone and no one will lose,' and liberals tell you, 'Interfere a lot and no one will lose,' baseball says,

'Someone will lose.' Not only says it, insists upon it."   

 

Next time you are subjected to a screamer on talk radio going ballistic, think about this speech and the essence of our great game. 

 

Thanks all for now.  My mantras remain:  Stay Positive Test Negative and Take It Easy But Take It.

 

 

 

The 25th annual conference of NINE Baseball Magazine was a rousing success in Phoenix last week. I find it hard to believe that it has been ten years since I delivered the keynote address, “Whatever Happened To The Marvelous Importance of the Unimportant?”

I still like the title and the idea - that baseball should be entertaining and fun, not a matter of life and death, not a vehicle for obtaining and showing off great wealth and celebrity. I’m a realist, though. In an increasingly violent and insecure world, baseball and almost all sports remain a high-growth industry.

One of the charms of the NINE conference has been there are no simultaneous panels, everyone can hear each other’s presentations without missing any one paper. Too many highlights to mention them all but here are a few:

**The opening night talk by Felipe Alou, the first Dominican star in major league baseball history. He talked about his new book from U of Nebraska Press, “Alou: A Baseball Journey,” with an introduction by Pedro Martinez. Collaborator/sportswriter Peter Kerasotis has captured well the rags-to-riches story of a man who is known to speak in parables.

**California Whittier College professor Charles S. Adams’s wry look filled with gallows humor at Seattle Mariners’ history and their lack of “an adequate myth”.

**Larry Baldassaro’s probing and good-natured look at Italian-American baseball players since the 1930s.

**Ed Edmonds and Frank Houdek's take on the California state law that actress Olivia deHavilland utilized to get out of her long-term movie studio contract and how it might apply to baseball players, perhaps especially Mike Trout of the Angels.
(Still feisty at 101, DeHavilland - who made her screen debut at age 19 opposite Joe E Brown in "Alibi Ike" (1935) - recently sued to prevent unauthorized use of her personage in a current movie.)

There was no keynote at NINE this year because Jane Leavy begged out for a variety of reasons. It turned out that the closing panel “Baseball and the West” sufficed very nicely as an alternative.

It featured three winners of the SABR Seymour medal for the best book of the given year - latest winner Jerald Podair for “City of Light” about the building of Dodger Stadium, Andy McCue for his monumental bio of Walter O’Malley “Mover and Shaker” and yours truly for my “Branch Rickey: Baseball’s Ferocious Gentleman”.

The fourth member of the panel was Rob Garratt, emeritus professor of Irish-American literature at the University of Puget Sound outside Seattle, whose history of the SF Giants “Home Team” was runner-up to Podair. Rob made the good point that Horace Stoneham doesn’t get enough credit for actually making up his mind to leave NY long before O’Malley did.

If I had grown up in Brooklyn, I doubt I could have had the dispassion to be part of this panel. When Branch Rickey was forced out of Brooklyn by Walter O'Malley after the 1950 season, the road was clear for an ultimate relocation. Banished to Pittsburgh, Rickey said many times until his death in 1965 he never would have moved the team.

I was a New York Giants fan but their players didn’t live in Harlem where the Polo Grounds was located. So the loss of the Jints of Willie Mays and company wasn’t felt as acutely as the departure from Flatbush of the Dodgers, many of whom made their homes in Brooklyn.

I was pleased that the evening was filled with reason and passion on all sides including very informed questions from the audience of around 80 people.
Baseball certainly needed to open up to the west coast by the 1950s. I still feel it was tragic that the cost of progress was the loss to New York of the Giants-Dodgers rivalry.

So I’m glad I was able to recite the lyrics from folk singer/social activist Dan Bern’s 2002 classic, “If The Dodgers Had Stayed In Brooklyn.” It opens:
“If the Dodgers had stayed in Brooklyn maybe things would be different today/
Maybe John F. Kennedy would have been president til 1968 . . .”

Another verse begins:
"If the Dodgers had stayed in Brooklyn maybe Watergate would be some obscure hotel/Tienamen [sic] square would be a square & Vietnam a vacation spot that travel agencies would try to sell . . . " (Of course those agencies are selling trips to Vietnam these days but that as they say is another story.)

Before I leave, I must mention that one of the long-time benefits of NINE attendance is “field research” as conference founder Bill Kirwin used to call going to spring training games. The must-see spot in Arizona spring training is the Talking Stick Salt River Fields complex not far from Scottsdale.

We saw the Milwaukee Brewers visit the Colorado Rockies (Colorado shares the complex with the Arizona Diamondbacks). Former Oriole farmhand Zach Davies looked sharp for the Brew Crew in his two innings though he did give up a solo home run. (Don’t get me started on how my team has been foolhardy in trading promising arms with little in return.)

What separates Salt River from other Arizona facilities is the quality of the concessions and the wide open spaces. They even provide free sun screen behind the center field scoreboard. Didn’t need much because it was somewhat chilly during my stay.

At a sparsely attended game at Mesa's HoHoKam field, where the A's now play, Willie Calhoun caught my eye when he roped a home run over the right field fence. He reminds me of a left-handed Toy Cannon, Jimmy Wynn former Astros star. Where the key player in the Yu Darvish trade plays is still a question. That's what spring training is for.

The only bummer of my trip was being unable to see the Arizona State Sun Devils play the opening game of their three-game series against Oklahoma State. The Friday Night Game is the big event in college baseball and ten NINE attendees looked forward to the evening.

However, we ran afoul of the rules at Phoenix Municipal Stadium where ASU now plays off-campus. Some of the bags and purses of a few members of our group were ruled too large. It became a perfect storm of frustration.
**We came by hotel van so no cars were available to store the offending items.
**There were no lockers available.
**We were told that clear bags were possible but we weren't season ticket holders.
Adding insult to injury, we paid for tickets but they were not refunded.

Written complaints have been filed but so far no response has been received.
I hope I have some news in the next blog. The ASU Ten of NINE will not be denied!

That's all for now as the regular season nears. So, as always, remember: Take it easy but take it!  Read More