{"id":11179,"date":"2008-07-15T20:34:44","date_gmt":"2008-07-16T01:34:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.baseball1.com\/notes\/?p=89"},"modified":"2008-07-15T20:34:44","modified_gmt":"2008-07-16T01:34:44","slug":"notes-452-midsummer-musings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/seamheads.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/15\/notes-452-midsummer-musings\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes #452 — Midsummer Musings"},"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 My summer shifted into high gear around June 13 and has not slowed down a bit. There are four or five new items in this issue, all up top, but perhaps readers will find the last couple items, from 1998, more interesting. Sometimes I apologize for dipping into the Notes Archive<\/em> to round out an issue, and I was fearing that I’d need to do that here. But when I reached back and came up with a couple essays from July 1998 — it was the All Star break in that strange summer of McGwire & Sosa and the Yankees — I was pleasantly surprised that what I wrote then seemed worth the re-reading.
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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 since that was before NOTES<\/em> was on the internet, hardly anyone out there has read this material. Including my thoughts, vintage 1998, on the All Star Game and HR Derby.
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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 is also another ‘tweener<\/em> issue, I’m on the road again soon, reunioning, and away from my computer for nearly a week. I was hoping that my Pirates would have streaked to the All Star break, winning six in a row, but they split those six and are still six under .500. But they did knock off the Yankees, in a game replayed because of a rainout earlier. That gave them a two out of three<\/em> against New York, better than the two of four they won in Pittsburgh in the 1960 Series. That 2 of 3 will make my seasonal highlight reel, as my Yankee fan friends already know. Whether the Pirates can reach .500 — who knows?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 They have fine hitting, but are desperately seeking pitching. .500 seems to be like the food and grapes dangling above Tantalus, ever to be whirled out of reach by the winds when reached for … that king in Greek mythology was being fittingly punished for a terrible crime, but the Pirates haven’t slain anyone lately. I demand an explanation from the baseball gods, and if none is forthcoming, this silly streak must end!
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HOOKS II\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 A couple years ago, thanx to the efforts of Rich Cohen, George “Hooks” Wiltse was honored by the village of Hamilton, NY. No one else from the area, except Hooks’ brother Lewis “Snake” Wiltse, has made it to the big leagues (yet). My Macmillan says Snake was born in nearby Bouckville, Hooks in Hamilton, and altho my T-shirts from that event state flat out that Hooks is Hamilton<\/em>‘s<\/em> only major leaguer, I understand that his birthplace is the subject of some controversy.
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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 where I found myself on the 4th of July, 2008 — in “Hooks Wiltse City,” shaded from the sun by a long tent, talking baseball with whomever came along. I was there to represent and sell SABR, along with some books, but no one was buying. The parade was too stiff competition, and once it ended, the food became the main magnet, and I was on the outskirts. But it was still fun.
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I had warmed up for the day by watching the 20th-Anniversary DVD, which includes a scene-by-scene commentary by Sayles. (More on that in a future issue.) The effect of that and the tour was to deepen my appreciation for the care Sayles and his crew took, to get things looking right, taking us back to 1919.
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Next year, the convention will be July 30 – August 2, in Washington, DC. There is a way to guarantee a slot in the program for a sharing of B-Sox research — and once those Chicago documents are available, there ought to be plenty to share. How?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 By creating a SABR Research Committee dedicated to research related to the fixing of the 1919 World Series, the cover-up of that fix, and all related issues, including the people involved, and gambling in baseball. — NOTES 451<\/em>
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From the NOTES ARCHIVE; #165, JULY 1998<\/em>
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AND THE LIVIN’ IS EASY\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 There’s no baseball in Porgy & Bess<\/em>, but its famous tune “Summertime” had it right. This is my 53rd summertime, my 42nd of following The Summer Game — but who’s counting?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 On the horizon is the day when my summers will have nothing to do with my or my kids’ being out of school<\/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 Once I was a fan, the return to school after Labor Day always felt a bit unfair. Whose crazy idea was it to start the school year before the pennant races are over, anyway?<\/em>\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 How was I supposed to concentrate on the games and the boxscores, when there were classes<\/em> all day, and then homework<\/em>?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 At worst, the latter might have to be completed before I could hit the sandlot, or tune in the Bucs on KDKA. School — rhymed with cruel.
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STARRIER, STARRIER NIGHTS\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 This may be explained partly by the way the season has gone so far — with genuine stars shining brightly, and not just the usual ones, but a whole new cluster. The ‘Star Game seemed to be billed more as a face-off between sluggers McGwire and Griffey, than the two leagues, and I think ESPN was correct to do the Home Run Derby “live” the night before. They correctly gauged that America wants nothing as much these days as to sit back and watch our heroes swing for new distance records, and to break Maris’ dusty old ’61. The mood seems to be “It’s our time now.”\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0
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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 believe that our years (has it been a decade yet?) of trying to get MLB’s attention on this did finally nudge the Series up a half hour or more last October, but if I recall correctly, it was limited to the weekend games. Please let me know if I have this wrong. My point here is just that we shouldn’t have to spell it out for MLB. What is lost with late Series’ starts, is also lost when the July showcase is late.
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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 became a baseball fan in 1957 (that summer, the last-place Pirates sent obscure catcher Hank Foiles to the All Star Game), and it was a combination of genetics, my family, Bob Prince on the radio, and my first visits to Forbes Field that hooked me. I have very few memories of MLB before 1957 (Podres’ Game 7 win in the ’55 Series, Don Larsen’s perfect game a year later, and Dale Long’s octet of HRs) — but one is the 1955 All Star Game. I was at a friend’s house down the street, when Stan Musial homered in the 12th inning to give the NL the win. (For many years, I recalled Red Schoendienst as the hero, but when I finally looked it up, it was Stan.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I don’t recall where I was in 1956, but I have a very vague recollection of being pleased that Bob Friend (of the same last-place Pirates) was the winning pitcher, and I am quite certain that I knew nothing<\/em> else about Bob Friend.
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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 Once hooked, the World Series became of vital interest, and even though the Pirates were last again (tied!) in 1957, I was glued to those October afternoon games. And I remained glued to them, and to baseball, from then on.
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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 yes, Mr Selig, the July showcase can be an even Starrier Night — just move up the first pitch to about 7 PM Eastern.
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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 would also like to see the rosters expanded — this is ‘way overdue, but it is unfortunately, in this Age of Incentive Clauses, an economic issue that pits owners against players (or their agents.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I’d keep the one-player-per-team rule (in memory of Hank Foiles), which I know irks some fans. And I’d change the rules to permit players to re-enter the game, as they would in any exhibition, so managers would be unafraid to drain their benches and bullpens.
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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 for the Home Run Derby, this could take on a life of its own. (Actually, it briefly had<\/em> its own life, in that off-season series of duels between the sluggers of the fifties.\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I expect some network to try to revive it — let’s hope, with snappier dialogue.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I found the event boring, when I attended it with my son back in 1994, and was glad when Pat suggested that we leave early, before Griffey!<\/em>, to beat the traffic. It was lots better than watching “celebrities” try to reach the seats, but boring nevertheless.
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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 happened to discuss HR Derby recently with a friend, who asked, what fan hasn’t wondered if they could hit a ball out of the park?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 We both recalled thinking we could, as kids — when anything<\/em> was possible. I stood at least once at home plate at Forbes Field (fans could leave the games via the gates in the outfield wall) — I knew left field was out of the question, 365′ down the line and a tall scoreboard not far from the pole. But right field!<\/em> — a mere 300′ away. Surely, I could pull a fly over that screen…. My point?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I’d like to see fans swing some in a HR Derby, maybe paired in a pro-am type tournament. Seriously!<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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