Saturday, October 28, 2006

Tigers in Three...

Oh. Wait...

The Cardinals won the World Series last night, finishing off one hell of an improbable playoff run. Nobody, and I mean not even die-hard Cardinal fans, thought that the Cards had a chance to win it all when the season ended. After starting the season like a house afire, they limped home due to injuries and abysmal pitching, backing into the playoffs only because the Astros managed to lose their games in the final weekend. Few picked them to get by the frelling Padres for crying out loud. When they got by the Pads, and then the Mets, excuses were made for the teams that lost. The Tigers, a team that hardly distinguished itself down the stretch, blowing a huge lead over the Twins and falling into the wild card slot on the final day of the season, were installed as overwhelming favorites. A number of sportswriters went so far as to jokingly opine that the Series would only last three games, because the Tigers would crush the Cards in the first three games so badly that Bud Selig would be forced to cancel the fourth game for humanitarian reasons. Now folks are decrying the Cards as the worst team to win a World Series ever.

Piffle.

Last year, playing with mostly the same players, the Cards won 100 games. the year before that they won 105. This group of players has been very good for a long time, and their experience showed in the playoffs. They don't make many mistakes. More than that, baseball is a game of streaks. Unlikely players get hot, and entire teams get hot, and that heat carries them through. The Tigers got some of that with Kenny Rogers, but he could only pitch every fourth day. OTOH, the entire Cardinals pitching staff caught fire in the playoffs. Anthony Reyes, arguably the worst pitcher EVER to start the first game of a World Series, threw eight innings of four-hit ball in game 1 for the win. Last night it was old friend Jeff Weaver doing the same the close out the Series. I was glad to see Weaver get the win. He's had a terrible season, even getting released by the Angels to make room for his little brother. Still, he did yeoman's work for the Dodgers in 2004 and 2005, so I'm happy for him.

Meanwhile, the Tigers very much resembled the Cleveland Indians team of has beens and never will-bes assembled in the movie Major League. There was Pudge Rodriguez playing aging catcher and team leader, Jake Taylor, Magglio Ordonez as the enigmatic and streaky Pedro Cerrano, and crusty Jim Leyland as crusty manager Lou Brown. Justin Verlander became fireballing rookie Rick "Wild Thing" Vaughn, while Kenny Rogers played the part of crafty old Eddie Harris, who never met a substance he didn't want to apply to a baseball. And like that team, the Tigers didn't win the World Series (which you don't find out until you watch Major League II).

To be honest, I didn't watch much of the playoffs, especially once the Dodgers departed. Fox's coverage is just so awful. At least last night I could watch It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown instead of watching Kevin Kennedy and Jeannie Zelasko. I mean really, there are good female baseball announcers out there, women who earned their baseball announcing gigs through hard work and experience. Suzyn Waldman comes to mind. Zelasko wouldn't know a baseball if it hit her in the face. Fox has the baseball contract now through 2013. Ratings this year were the lowest ever. Fox has managed to drive away both casual fans (by not starting the games til almost nine o'clock on the East Coast), and hard core fans (with their terrible kiddie show coverage). By 2013, there may be no body left watching.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

R.I.P. Cory Lidel

It's weird. One of my flashbulb memories is the moment I heard about Thurman Munson's death in a plane crash. I was in grad school, and a bunch of us were having beers down at Iggy's, the closest bar to campus, when the local news came on TV. (No cable in those days in RI.) It was a shocking moment, and even the Sox fans in the group drank to his memory.

I doubt that today will remain with me like that. Events unfolded to slowly, and work was busy, so I didn't pay much attention. People were mentioning the crash, but it was a small plane kind of far from anything symbolic, so I assumed it was just a peculiar accident. And so it was.

When I got home, they'd just found out that it was owned by Yankee pitcher Cory Lidel. That was a bit of a stunner. And just weird, too. You never expect to discover something about a high profile incident that makes it even more high profile.

I logged in over at the Toaster, left condolences at Bronx Banter, and then got involved (along with a some others) in a mild kerfuffle at DT with someone jumping to some extreme conclusions. Meanwhile, there was a troll attack on Bronx Banter as the fans there were coming to grips. People suck.

It'll be interesting to see just what happened. It sounds like something malfunctioned, but that's only from reports I heard on the news, which seems to think that rumors and facts are the same thing.

Damn, I miss Iggy's.

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Saturday, October 07, 2006

Buck O'Neil, 1911-2006

Buck O'Neil

"There's nothing like getting your body to do everything it has to do on a baseball field. It's as good as sex; it's as good as music. It fills you up. Waste no tears on me. I didn't come along too early. I was right on time." -- Buck O'Neil


Buck O'Neil passed away last night at the age of 94. O'Neil played in the Negro Leagues, was the first black coach in the Major Leagues, was a scout (he signed Ernie Banks and Lou Brock, among others), and spent his later years as an ambassador for the game. The only good thing about Ric Burns's Baseball documentary was that it introduced Buck to the world at large. My favorite moment of the entire series is his rendition of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame."

Buck O'NeilEarlier this year he became the oldest man ever to play in a professional baseball game, suiting up for both teams (he was "traded" midway through the game) in the Northern League All-Star Game, and drew a walk for each team in his two at bats. It was a nice thing to do for him after organized baseball snubbed him yet again when they failed to elect him to the Hall of Fame (while electing 17 other Negro League legends) back in February. It's one of the few times Buck seemed perplexed. Not bitter or angry, but as he told Keith Olbermann, "You know, I could play a little." Olbermann, for his part, did get angry, and had this to say about the wretched state of affairs.

Still, it didn't seem to get Buck down, and when all the folks who were elected were inducted, it was O'Neil who went to Cooperstown to do the honor of introducing them. The sad thing is that at the same ceremony, Rachel Robinson said about the inductees, "You always wish things can be done in a timely manner. Clearly, you wished people would be available to enjoy the awards and the accolades." Buck O'Neil won't be around next time.

Alex Belth did a terrific interview with O'Neil some years ago that really seems to give a good sense of the man. The NY Times obituary is here. He was a wonderful man who died too soon. Sad now.

eta: Here's some additional stuff on Buck. First is the full text of an interview did as part of the episode of Baseball on the Negro Leagues. The second is a brief remembrance of fellow DT'er Eric Enders over at the Griddle.

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Friday, October 06, 2006

One Ugly Play...

I was listening to Wednesday's Dodgers-Mets game via MLB audio, and immediately following "the Play," Vin Scully told a great old joke about the Daffy Dodgers of the late twenties. One Brooklynite sees another peering through a hole in the fence at Ebbets Field, and asks him how the game is going. The second man replies, "The Dodgers have three men on." The first man then immediately asks, "Oh yeah, which base?"

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Tuesday, October 03, 2006

October Madness...

Baseball playoff prediction limericks.

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