{"id":11174,"date":"2008-05-16T21:06:45","date_gmt":"2008-05-17T02:06:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.baseball1.com\/notes\/?p=84"},"modified":"2008-05-16T21:06:45","modified_gmt":"2008-05-17T02:06:45","slug":"notes-447-neverending-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/seamheads.com\/blog\/2008\/05\/16\/notes-447-neverending-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes #447 — Neverending Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 This issue concludes my eleven-part series on “Baseball History,” with a look at 1995-200. It’s been fun writing this series, and I recommend it to others. No, seriously — try it, see what happens.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 It reminded me of when I started writing baseball back in 1989. I gathered together all my baseball memories, and sorted them out, then strung them together. In the process, I found myself reading more baseball than ever, and doing some research, too, to see how accurate my memories were. I discovered that I remembered things in my family history a bit differently than my older brother and sister, and my mother. I was pretty good when it came to actual baseball<\/em> history, but even there, the microfilm newspaper accounts corrected me here and there, on the facts. What needed no correction was the feelings<\/em> I recalled, many still vivid — Mazeroski’s HR on October 13, 1960, 3:36 PM, for example. Or Haddix’ perfect game in 1959. I might get a name wrong, or a date, or one of a hundred details — but the ecstasy or the agony were unmistakable.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 When I started my own “Baseball History” here (in Notes #437<\/em>; the intro is in #436<\/em>), I was recalling mostly what I had read, and then reporting what I had dug up in my library. Once I got into the 1950s, I could include my own memories. That was increasingly way it went for the 60s and 70s and 80s, I was able to add something of my own. I think the decades were less dry, less abstract, after 1957. Once I got into the 90s, it was really a whole different ball game. Not only did I report less about the events, I cared less about the recitation of the facts, which anyone can look up easily, and more about my memories.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 As I said last issue, I shifted gears again in 1993, when I started taking NOTES from the Shadows of Cooperstown<\/em>. For these seasons, I did not need to rely on my ever-more-fallible memory, I could look it up<\/em> — in NOTES<\/em>. My own accounts of games and events and seasons had limited circulation at the time — NOTES<\/em> was for Editors Only. But thanks to the magic of the internet, now those accounts can be widely read … and can be looked up<\/em> by others, and — they can become part of baseball history.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 And I think that is why I encourage all readers to become writers. Share your memories, of where you where when<\/em>, of how you felt when<\/em>, and what else can you add to what we can all look up easily at MLB.com or Wikipedia or a dozen other sites?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I think the chances are good that you can add something original, something new and worthwhile. It’s the magic of baseball, Ray.
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BASEBALL HISTORY — AS SEEN FROM THE SHADOWS OF COOPERSTOWN\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/u><\/strong>
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PART ELEVEN: 1995-2000<\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 This final installment in my series on baseball’s history will cover “the rest of the Nineties” — last time, I presented the first two parts. First, there were the three terrific seasons for us Pirate fans, the three NL East titles that propelled the Bucs into the post-season, but not the Series. My interest in MLB had revived in 1987, and these three seasons fed my second-time-around habit. I was also following the Minors, and my kids were playing ball, and I had started writing baseball in ’89, so it was no wonder I felt immersed<\/em> by 1993 — when I started doing NOTES<\/em>. Next, there was The Strike, which I survived, better than many fans I knew. Selig’s Strike, because it happened on his watch, and he could have acted in the best interests of baseball to end it early; yes, it might have cost him his Temp job. Instead, he acted as an Owner.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 “The rest of the Nineties” unfolded while I took Notes<\/em>, with the exception of a stretch from the World Series of 1996, to January 1998, when Notes<\/em> went on an extended break. I still cannot really explain how that happened, or why. There was a brief fling with doing Notes<\/em> on a web site in 1997, but that did not work out too well. As I recall, I was producing issues much faster than my host webmeister was posting them, and it became very frustrating. So I don’t have much of a written record from 1997.
\n<\/font>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The six seasons I cover here were not nearly as magical as the ones that preceded the strike, and I mean 1957-1994. The game was the same, and yet it was different — we had seen it at its worst in the tug-of-war between owners and players. It was not that it was revealed as a business<\/em>, versus sport<\/em>, no, we knew that all along. But now we saw it — well, this<\/em> fan saw it — as a business fairly ruined by greed. The salaries would continue to spiral upward, as revenues started pouring back in; the playing field felt more tilted than ever; the strike had really accomplished little or nothing, making its residue an even worse-tasting memory. The black eye given baseball by “the Black Sox scandal” had been healed quickly by the advent of the Lively Ball era, and soon after the strike, baseball were flying out of parks with amazing frequency. It was as if MLB had cloned Babe Ruth. It appears that players were<\/em> a bit engineered, not genetically, but chemically, and we shall probably never know exactly how much.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 But those long balls were a tonic back then, especially in 1998, and MLB really should not “forget” that fact. Baseball knew athletes were bulking up, and did not really care. Their first concern should have been for the player’s health — then for the health of the game. Instead, they celebrated the SRO crowds that McGwire and Sosa were drawing, and all the other Ruthian clones, in less dramatic style. But I do not favor asterisking the era, or any of the records set in the late Nineties and early 2000s. I might, if only<\/em> batters were “enhancing” — but they were not alone, and maybe pitchers in pursuit of that 100 mph fast ball were “enhancing” even more.
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1995\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/u><\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 But the season had many bright spots: I attended the SABR convention in Pittsburgh, saw the Silver Bullets play in Cooperstown (with my wife along, for color), and as the season wound down, I joked about “Wild Card Fever.” Something new had been added to the post-season mix, the three<\/em> division winners would be joined by the best of the rest of the teams in each league.
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October 6.<\/strong> I began the evening watching the Yankees-Mariners game that went 15, knowing (a) the outcome and (b) that my tape shut down after 14. Knowing the outcome makes watching (or listening to) a game a whole different experience. I listened to “the Buckner game” rebroadcast about a year ago, and was struck by how many opportunities were missed by the Red Sox early on, and how really intricate that game was, start to finish. What a shame that we recall it for a single play (or misplay)! The Yankees game re-heated lost some flavor — like when Griffey homered in what, the 11th?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I knew it wouldn’t hold up. Also knew Sierra’s hit wouldn’t clear the wall, but what a great relay to cut off that winning run and keep the game going.
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<\/strong>October 7.<\/strong> Just two games going tonight. Atlanta is chopping the Rockies, the first WC to be eliminated. I tune in late to the only game in my neck of the baseball woods, it’s already 5-5, then suddenly Edgar Martinez slams the Yankees and there will <\/em>be a game five. I find myself rooting for Seattle, inexplicably — I like<\/em> this Yankee team. Maybe it’s the Steinbrenner factor, or the hired guns thing. If the Yankees win, I know I’ll see the Indians, but otherwise?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0
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October 8.<\/strong> Game Five. Pirate fans have been there before, in 1972, when perhaps the best Pirate team ever<\/em> went down to the Reds, in an unforgettable finish. I still feel that the Bucs would have won in seven, and I’m sure that’s how Yankee fans will feel forever about this<\/em> series with Seattle.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I watched the first nine innings on a tiny B & W set borrowed from my kitchen, the other sets in the house reserved. Randy Johnson still looked awesome — not ugly. Mattingly’s tie-breaking double in the sixth, bouncing high over the wall in left, seemed to be enough for a while, but I made a mental note to come back to that inning later and see. Would Sierra have scored if the ball had stayed in play?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Seattle escaped<\/em> that inning, it could have been much worse.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Of course the Mariners would come back. It’s what they do<\/em>. Cone, dog-eyed and pouty, finally surrendered to the pressure, with a short burst of wildness. Johnson at last gave in, too, Velarde’s hit finding Coleman’s weak arm (the ex-Met factor biting both teams now), but at the end it was Black Jack McDowell yielding the final flurry of hits that sealed the verdict.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I hate five-game playoffs. Not just because the best team may not win, but because when two teams play so hard against each other that neither deserves to lose, they deserve seven. And so do the fans. We can’t get enough of games this good.
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October 17.<\/strong> The tiny run the Indians squeezed out of Randy Johnson Dam in the fifth inning looked larger with each dart out of Dennis Martinez’ arsenal. When the big guy finally could hold back the Cleveland flood no longer, in the eighth, three extra runs poured across, but they seemed superfluous, and they were. With the Seattle battery literally deadened by the passed ball that disengaged the 1-0 plug, Lofton flashed home almost before anyone noticed, a true steal of home!<\/em>, and Baerga’s blast to seal it at 4-0 only served to remind the Mariners of what kind of power they had been holding back in this feisty series.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I found myself rooting for Game Seven at the end, more than for the Mariners — or the Indians. Seattle came of age this summer, probably finding itself when Griffey was on the DL and everyone else discovered their own potential, by pushing for it. Certainly the fans in that northwest territory leave ’95 with a brand new taste in their mouths, the taste of cheering rewarded, again and again and in a kaleidoscope of ways, down a stretch run and into October. It can keep you going a long time.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Like 41 years<\/em>, some Cleveland fans will respond. Longer than my<\/em> career as a fan. Last summer, I was with several Indian fans at a game in Baltimore, when the Strike date of August 12 was announced, and surely no fans felt worse when it happened than those of the Indians. The ecstasy of ’95 will, I hope, heal some of the pain and scars.
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October 29.<\/strong>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 A year ago, we were watching Hershiser and Glavine hanging out with Don Fehr. This was much better. One-hitters make for empty boxscores (count the zeroes), but terrific stories, and I can still recall Julie Javier’s double off Lonborg in 1967, which is not nearly as famous as Lavagetto’s off Bevens in Brooklyn, 1947 (before my time), because Cookie’s came with one out to go, and won the game. (We remember Gionfriddo’s catch, two days later, too, but the Yankees still won that Series. Which was played on seven consecutive days, by the way, no need for travel, and I guess the pitchers just blew out their arms.)
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 And so this<\/em> October’s journal ends. Not with the Mazeroskian bang of Joe Carter’s homer in 1993, and not with the Selig whimper of 1994. No, 1995 went quietly off into the night, for me, with my remote in charge. I played certain at bats over and over, I was in no rush to get to the end. It sure felt<\/em> like the Justice home run would hold up, from about the sixth inning on, but you never know<\/em>. In the ninth, Belle was due up fourth, and wasn’t everybody hoping he’d get his shot?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 But that was how this Series went<\/em> for Cleveland, their hitting was forever on deck<\/em>, and when the final out was made, they knew they had had<\/em> their shot.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Rest in peace<\/em>, Nyetwork. It is dead. Long live baseball.
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1996\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/u><\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Well, it was a full season. The Damn Braves finished 8 ahead of Montreal, St Louis 6 ahead of Houston, and San Diego just one ahead of LA, but the Dodgers got the WC. That set up two round one sweeps, by the Braves and Cards. Could the Cards break Atlanta’s winning momentum?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 No, but they took them to Game Seven.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I had kept a Stretch Run Diary<\/em> in NOTES<\/em> that summer, at the end of a strange season — I had defended Albert Belle and Marge Schott (One Woman Out<\/em>), who I thought were both treated very unfairly by “the media” — and MLB seemed spineless in both cases. The season began with an Opening Day death of an umpire, John McSherry in Cincinnati, and this was the season that Roberto Alomar spit in an umpire’s face, and maybe now I see why I took a long break when it was finally over.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Friday, September 27.\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/strong>Up to be on the road before my paper arrived, the kitchen radio delivered last night’s scores, good news for the Rangers, Orioles and Padres.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The CNN announcer was ‘way<\/em> too perky for me — my morning eyes tend to open as the sun rises, and at about that speed. He was bubbling about how the Texas franchise had never played an October game in its long history (b. 1961, in D.C.), but this looked like their year. I recalled how the Yankee radio voices, on the night they clinched, being excited that their<\/em> drought was finally over — no flags in a non-strike seasons since 1980. It shows how relative time is. Fans of the Texas franchise, even if they got hooked after the move in ’72, have been wandering in the desert much longer. And the oasis now in sight is their first<\/em>!
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Saturday, September 28.<\/strong> The only baseball I caught yesterday was a few innings of the Cleveland game on our motel TV. Northern Ohio is Indian Territory: there is Chief Wahoo, grinning out from Gepetto’s Pizza; there are Albert Belle posters (“Fifty-Fifty!”) prominent in the Revco pharmacy (the likeness was by far the friendliest Albert I’ve ever seen, nothing villainous about him at all — honest!); and in the admissions office, the lady who heads the math department at Oberlin chats with a secretary about last night’s loss: can they still get 100 wins?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Are they letting up?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The Fever is epidemic, blowing south from Lake Erie.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The motel’s cable is limited, but they have CNN, and that perky voice is at it again this morning. All I pick up is that the Rangers clinched, and the Padres took game one from the Dodgers. It ain’t over in the NL West.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Sunday, September 29.<\/strong> We arrived back in the Shadows yesterday about six, and why the Padres-Dodgers game was not<\/em> on our Fox station, needs to be investigated. I heard Tony Gwynn’s deciding hit on my car radio (ESPN), but I had to pluck it our from a bundle of college football scores, when I shouldda been there!<\/em>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The Orioles’ win eliminated Seattle from the WC thing, while Montreal dropped out with the Padres’ win. For opponents of the Wild Card, another neggie: the game between L.A. and S.D. today, instead of being one of those sudden death thrillers that make heroes out of Bucky Dents — now is just a game to determine playoff pairings.\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The losing team, instead of “dying,” will play in October. (I don’t have my playoff schedule handy, but if the losing team gets to play the Cardinals, instead of the Braves, we may see some strange baseball today!)
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 With the eight October reservations confirmed, I end this diary. I’m looking forward to watching (live or on tape) as many games as I can … a Padres-Rangers World Series would be fun. So would a rematch of the Braves and Indians. So will any combo!
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And here is how I ended 1996:<\/em>
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POST-SEASON BLUES, 1996\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The Alomar thing. The wild-card format ruining the showdown between the Padres and Dodgers as the season ended. Montreal, the team that seemed second-best in the NL to the Braves all summer, getting knocked out of October — by the Braves.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The first round of playoffs being overshadowed by — the Alomar thing. All four series going to teams I was rooting against. All four ending quickly, so there was no baseball on Sunday, October 6. Realizing that the four winning teams have four of the five largest payrolls and are reeking with free agents. Getting reminded how much I hate five-game playoffs.
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ON THE BRIGHT SIDE\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/strong>
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WHERE I CAME IN\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Braves-Yankees in the World Series. Just like in 1957, the first series I followed. My father bought our first color TV for the event, and while I’m sure the picture was awful by today’s standards, the green grass was a terrific sight back then. It is almost forty years later, and my family has a fancy new TV in time for October’s Game. I am not, cannot be my father; my son is not, cannot be me. Our generations are unique, we are ourselves. But we can toss a baseball back and forth, and that’s something.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 [There are four issues of NOTES from 1996 in the Archives, in the “Older Issues” section.] <\/em>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 This was the season I covered least, of all the seasons since 1993. When I started NOTES<\/em> up again, January 4, 1998, this is how I looked back on ’97 [from #151, in the NOTES Archive]<\/em>:
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REMEMBRANCE OF A SUMMER PAST\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/strong>
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These moments are the soul of baseball: the ball perfectly hit, perfectly caught, or perfectly thrown; the strikeout that ends a game, the pitcher’s hand punching the air, the catcher running toward the mound. We can unwrap the moments later, when it’s quiet, and enjoy them all over again. Each fan has a private collection, and his moments are more precious than another fan’s whole game. — Alison Gordon, in Foul Ball!<\/em>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I picked the Pirates to go all the way in 1997, as I do every spring, with less grounds for optimism than usual. Most of the media experts were wondering just how many losses this team of unknowns could rack up. Expectations were as low as mud.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 So when the team played .500 ball, and arrived at the All Star break in first place, the reaction was, “Pinch me.” This time around, .500 never felt so good, because it looked like that pace would be good enough to take the chunk of pennant owned by the NL Central, but a mini-slump or two down the stretch gave it to the Astros. Being in the chase until September 25 was exhilarating, and made the season unique among my 40+ of rooting for the Pirates.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 And I was not alone. Exiled in the land of Yankee and Met fans, I communicated almost daily with over a hundred other Pirate fans scattered around the globe, thanx to the internet. I “subscribed” to the Pirate “List” before spring training, and continue to check in and contribute regularly.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Just when you think you’ve discovered all of the different ways of rooting, of tapping the fun that baseball provides…. I ought to mention that the SABR List is another dose of baseball that I take almost daily. Belonging to SABR adds much to any fan’s experience, especially if you can make the meetings, and if you can also access the ‘net, the SABR List is too good to miss.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I watched baseball on TV last summer, but I think I had more fun tuning in KDKA radio to listen to the end of Pirate games, especially when they ended with Lanny Frattare’s “There was noooo doubt about it!”\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 But I followed some games on the ‘net, too — not just current scores, but the situations and results of each at bat, and box scores in the making. I liked to imagine that whoever was generating all this data for the ‘net fans, obtained it from kids climbing poles out in left field, or from homing pigeons being released at the park to fly updates to the villagers.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Meanwhile, here’s how the season went for the winners. Baltimore finished two ahead of the Damn Yankees, but NY got the WC. Cleveland and Seattle were back in the post-season, finishing six ahead of Chicago and California respectively. But the O’s knocked off Seattle (so there would be no Mariners-Yankees rematch), and Cleveland KO’ed the Yanks. Then the Indians took the Orioles in six, and they had another Series shot.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 In the NL, Atlanta finished nine ahead of Florida, but the Marlins snagged the WC anyway. As I recall, this was a Jim Leyland team that finished strong. Houston won the NL Central with a record of 84-78, 5 better than Pittsburgh. SF finished two ahead of LA. The first round featured sweeps, the Marlins over the Giants, the Braves over Houston. Then, miracle of miracles, the Marlins took the Braves in six, and then the Indians in seven. A wild card team<\/em> as World Champion? Say it ain’t so!<\/em> But it was a great Series. I felt good for Leyland, bad for the Indians and their fans.
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1998\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/u><\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I had used the headline Year of the Gopher<\/em> in 1996, but as I look back now, it really fit 1998. There are seven issues of Notes<\/em> from ’98 in the Notes Archive<\/em>, most of them pre-season, but the two from August are worth looking up. In #167, That’s Entertainment!<\/em>, I celebrated the joys of minor league and independent baseball. I think discovering great baseball outside MLB, on every level from Little League to AAA, has always helped me tolerate MLB better.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 The other ’98 issue, #168, Off to See the Sultan<\/em>, brings back the theme that dominates my memory of that season at the top: the Sultan of ’98 was Mark McGwire, and his HR duel with Sammy Sosa was something else<\/em>, and no matter how many real or imagined asterisks are eventually added, no one can take away the excitement fans felt that summer. We all knew Mark was taking “andro” and it was keeping him off the DL, and that seemed to be all that mattered. We should have been asking how safe is this stuff that’s bulking up players today?<\/em> but instead, we cheered.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 1998 was the season that the NY Yankees bulked up 114 wins in the regular season, so the WC team Boston, finishing 22 games behind, also got into the playoffs. So did Cleveland, again, by finishing 9 better than Chicago; and Texas, 3 over California. The Yanks then swept Texas (117 wins and counting), while the Indians knocked off the Sox in four. It took the Yanks six to get back into the Series (121 and counting).
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Atlanta finished 18 ahead of the Mets, Houston 12.5 ahead of the WC Cubs, San Diego 9.5 over San Fran. The Braves then swept the Cubs (boo!), and the Padres took the Astros in four. But there would be no rematch of the dynasties, because Tony Gwynn’s Padres knocked off the Braves, in six, to earn the Series shot.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I did<\/em> root for the Yankees (against the Braves) in 1996. And I certainly admired the ’98 Yanks, their .750 pace, their team play and hustle and lack<\/em> of superstars in the lineup, and their excellent pitching. 114 regular season wins is something<\/em>, but it actually puts history on the Padres’ side — the 1906 Cubs and the 1954 Indians, the only other teams to win over 110 games, both lost in October’s Game.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 In 1906, the Cubs faced off with the “Hitless Wonders” from the other side of Chicago. Pitching dominated — neither team could manage to hit .200 — and the Sox’ 1.67 ERA held the Cubs to two wins in six games. In 1954, “The Catch” in the eighth inning of Game One kept tied a contest the Giants won in the tenth, 5-2. 3-1, 6-2 and 7-4 wins followed in succession, as the Indians were swept — who could have predicted that<\/em>?
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I have noticed, in the pre-Series chatter from the on deck circle, that Yankee fans range from “we’ll sweep with our eyes closed” cocky, to the genuinely worried. For the latter, it is as if the entire summer has come down to this<\/em> series, and a failure here<\/em> somehow ruins the season. To me, this is utter foolishness. The Yankees could get swept, and still be proud of their 1998. I don’t think that will happen, and frankly, I want the thing to go seven games. Because there’s nothing like a Game Seven.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Sunday, Oct. 18.<\/strong>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 “Redemption” can be a difficult theological concept, or one of baseball’s most satisfying experiences. Even if you were rooting for the Padres, watching Chuck Knoblauch and Tino Martinez transform themselves from hapless Clark Kents into Super-heroes, in dramatic moments that were so close in time that they seemed like the same moment — was damn good theater.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 That lesson was plain last evening as the Yankees KO’ed the Padres early, going up 7-0 after three and never looking back, in the 9-3 Game Two victory. This time Bernie Williams woke up, and Tino got three hits. Every<\/em> Yankee got hits. It wasn’t pretty for Padres’ fans.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Weds, Oct. 21. <\/strong>It seems like only yesterday that the Padres went up 3-0 in games to the Braves. We learned then that no pro team (in any major sport) ever came back from a hole that deep. The Braves apparently were fortunate and exceptional, when they took two and forced a Game Six. We heard at that point that if any team could do it, the pitching-rich Braves could, and 1998 was just the season for such a first.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 A month or so ago, I scheduled a floating holiday for next Monday, so I could stay up all night, if necessary, to watch the end of Game Seven, if the Series went that far. I am still rooting for that to happen, but the odds are staggering. Tonight, I’ll be out at a theater, watching our Broadway Theater League’s A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum<\/em>. My VCR will do its duty, I’ll catch Game Four later. I would love to be able to use the headline, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Sweep<\/em>.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Then there’s Mike Lopresti, carping in my morning paper about the low ratings this Series is getting. Who cares?<\/em>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Not the fans following the Series. Considering the network, the times of the games, and the increasing sense that this is a mis-match, the ratings aren’t that bad. Who could be surprised that they fell steadily during the Game Two rout?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I tuned out of that one myself, content to monitor it on my TV’s “PIP” and my trusty little transistor radio. It’s not like there’s no competition for people’s interest. Maybe the ratings hint that fans have lives<\/em>.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 This afternoon, radio sports-talker Peter Brown was wondering if baseball shouldn’t scrap this week-long finale for a one game “Superbowl” ending. He took seriously, some caller’s plan that would make the first round of the playoffs seven games, and the next round five<\/em>. File these thoughts under “Fixing what ain’t broke.”\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Ninety-some years of experience have shown the value of the seven-game series (especially vs.<\/em> five), and the drama that unfolds in October, one game at a time, is unmatched.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Thurs., Oct. 22.<\/strong>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 At the play last night, the lead actor (Rip Taylor, in the role of Pseudolus) drew cheers by announcing at various times, updates on Game Four. “No score after two!” … “Still no score.”\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 So much for watching it on tape as if it was “live”….
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 When the final curtain rang down, it was 1-0 Yankees, but another curtain was on its way down in San Diego. I got home to watch the last few innings, and felt at the end, more than anything else, a disappointment: I hate sweeps. The only fans who like them, I have concluded, are the ones holding the brooms.
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1999\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 <\/u><\/strong>
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Holy Cow!<\/em> Moving thru just four seasons has taken over 15 pages!\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Well, that’s OK, because I’m not going to write much about 1999 and 2000. NOTES<\/em> went online in March 1999 — starting with issue #184<\/em> — so anyone who wants my take on those summers, and the summers since, can look it up.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 ’99 ended with another (ho-hum) dynasty Series, and with the Damn Yankees sweeping the Damn Braves. I was rooting for the Red Sox to stop the Yankee express, in the series before the Series, but they didn’t. But they’d get their revenge in the next century. Everyone in New York was rooting for the Mets to get past Atlanta and make it a Subway Series — but that wouldn’t happen for another year.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 In ’99, I kept A baseball Junkie’s Diary<\/em>, starting with #193<\/em> and ending in #199<\/em>, and that might be fun to revisit. My take on the Series is in #203, Damn Good Yankees<\/em>.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 My take on the 2000 post-season starts in #223, Then There Were Eight<\/em>, and ends in #225, Subliminal Series<\/em>. As I said above, this was the Mets-Yankees Subway Series, which the Yanks took in five. The Yanks had to climb over Seattle (in six) to get there, after squeezing past Oakland, 3-2. The wild-card Mets had to beat the Giants, then the Cards — who had upset the Braves with a sweep in their first-round best-of-five.
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 During 2000, I was doing NOTES<\/em> at a more leisurely pace, two or three issues a week, but I think the quality went up a notch. I had settled in — like those Damn Yankees. My Pirates had faded out of sight, removing any pressure to follow MLB very closely as a fan<\/em>, so I was really following baseball<\/em>. (Pirate fans might enjoy #224<\/em> and the piece “Over the Rainbow,” my account of my visit to Pittsburgh October 13, for the 40th Anniversary of Maz’ Homer, at the spot where the ball flew — over the rainbow.)
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\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 And thus ends my trip thru a full century of Baseball History. If I’m around in 2015 or so, maybe I’ll look back on the seasons of the decade that began in 2001. Thanx again to all who have sent corrections and comments on this series.
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NEVERENDING STORY \u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 This issue concludes my eleven-part series on “Baseball History,” with a look at 1995-200. It’s been fun writing this series, and I recommend it to others. 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