{"id":11202,"date":"2009-01-14T13:32:33","date_gmt":"2009-01-14T18:32:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.baseball1.com\/notes\/?p=114"},"modified":"2009-01-14T13:32:33","modified_gmt":"2009-01-14T18:32:33","slug":"notes-473-january-thaw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/seamheads.com\/blog\/2009\/01\/14\/notes-473-january-thaw\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes #473 — January Thaw"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 NOTES FROM THE SHADOWS OF COOPERSTOWN<\/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 headline above is a hopeful phrase here in upstate NY, where the temperatures are heading for negative double-digits. We don’t always get a thaw, but after a while, the teens start to feel warm. The snow piled up between the roads and sidewalks can be more of a problem for drivers, especially those backing out (blindly) into traffic. But there is one January thaw we can count 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 And that is the thaw in baseball news. (Remember, as a Pirate fan, I do not need to watch for free-agent signings, and do they even hold “winter meetings” to talk trades anymore?) Like clockwork, news rises out of Cooperstown like that white smoke announcing new popes — We have inductees<\/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 Congratulations to Rickey Henderson. I confess that something in me was hoping that he’d not get in on his first try, just to read his reaction. But he deserves the Hall, he had a great career, and may have been the all-time best leadoff batter and base-stealer. Those are old-fashioned skills, of course. The fact that Henderson also whacked more than a few home runs was an extra dimension. And for those who saw him in action, can there be any doubt that he also contributed mightily to his team’s offense by bothering opposing pitchers to distraction?\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 We will never know what he added to the stats of those who batted while he danced off the bases. Let’s be honest, the guy was fun to watch, like Jackie Robinson and probably Ty Cobb.
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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 then there is Jim Rice. Congrats to Jim, too, and how different his feelings than Rickey’s — Jim was down to his last shot. Must have felt like he had fouled off fourteen straight, and was finally going to get his pitch<\/em>, or else. I suspect that he will remain a controversial pick, like a Bill Mazeroski, and that’s OK. Maybe Rice’s election is the voters’ way of underlining that character thing, which prevents them from voting for McGwire (wrongly, I believe), and in the future, Bonds. I don’t know, I’ve never tried to figure out the HOF voting.
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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 it turns out, Jim Rice is one of the few players that I’ve met in person — not just at the ballpark, I shook his hand. That story — which pre-dates NOTES<\/em> — follows, along with a poem I wrote about Rice for that occasion. It’s not a great poem, it would never get voted any honors.
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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 poem is in my book A Baseball Family Album<\/em>, which was released last year (by Pocol Press) and then swiftly captured by obscurity. That’s OK, I’m just glad it’s in print. I like to see baseball as a family, and would not be opposed to having something in Cooperstown for everyone who played the game — not metal plaques, but something<\/em> besides their files in the library.
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IS A PUZZLEMENT\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 For the past six or seven years, references to “puzzle” here in Notes<\/em> have usually meant the grand puzzle of the story of the fixing and the cover-up of that fix of the 1919 World Series. But occasionally, I work on real jigsaw puzzles, and every so often they are related to baseball.
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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 These days, I know, many people work on puzzles on their home computers. The internet serves up a fresh menu daily, at a number of web sites — as Casey Stengel would say today, “You can google it up.”\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 I’ve tried them, but do not find them nearly as satisfying as a good old cardboard jigsaw, 500 or a thousand pieces. For one thing, you never lose pieces on the computer puzzles, and keeping all the pieces on the table is half the challenge. And when you’re done, you can’t frame your puzzle, as I have done with my last couple baseball-theme projects. A little glue, a poster frame, and voila!\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 For less than twenty bucks, you have something to hang.
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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 one I recently completed was a gift from my nephew Mark. Its title is simply “Baseball” and it’s from White Mountain Puzzles (Item #329), all 1,000 pieces, copyright 2006.
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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 date is important, because it appears that this puzzle attempts to portray the entire history of baseball, from Abner Doubleday (I know, I know) up to, well, Alex Rodriguez. Up top we see Hank Aaron smiling broadly in front of a “715,” right next to Willie Mays (uncaptioned) and the uniform and cap of Barry Bonds. Barry himself did not make the puzzle. Interesting. This puzzle does not have that familiar MLB logo, by the way.
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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 things made this one especially fun. Around the borders are scenes of famous events in baseball history. Starting at the top left, we see Kirby Puckett, triumphant at the Metrodome in 1991, Joe Carter soaring at Skydome in 1993, Reggie hitting one of his three Game Six Series HRs in 1977, Bob Gibson firing a strike on his way to 17 K’s in 1968, Maz’ HR, and so on, more than a dozen other scenes, all familiar to me. And because they are familiar, putting the puzzle together reminded me some of the detective work done by folks like George Michael, when they try to identify photographs. Many of the pieces have clues, to recognize the uniform, or the face, or a pose, or something<\/em>, that makes you pretty sure you know where it belongs.
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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 Shoeless Joe Jackson’s shoes made the cut, curiously, and are perched right in front of a photo of the 1919 White Sox — the only<\/em> team photo. The ballpark shot in the center — I can see now — includes the Green Monster.
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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 what really struck me as I assembled this thing, piece by piece, was how baseball fans<\/em> are represented. If you cannot see them in various scenes (sometimes as silhouettes), you can almost hear<\/em> them. Indeed, it was the immediate reaction of fans that made all of these moments memorable. We cannot imagine a walk-off October HR — Kirby’s, Joe Carter’s, or Maz’ — to be greeted with anything less than bedlam. We might guess that had the fans witnessing these bits of history responded with a polite clap, then filed quietly out of the park, the moments would be not nearly as magical. There is a definite connection between the baseball on the diamonds and the stuff in our souls.
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DAYS-OF-OUR-LIVES DEPT.<\/u><\/strong>
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I am thinking of playing some with just those nines<\/em>, sandlot style — you know, the way we did as kids, don’t keep track of the innings, just play ball<\/em> and if the score gets lop-sided, start all over, maybe swap a player or two. I can let each gang draft a pitcher, and the 10th men out get to chase down the foul balls.
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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 snippet is from last issue, and I did<\/em> get around to playing that game, with the Bustin’ Babes taking on the Larrupin’ Lous. I did make a roster adjustment after noticing Rogers Hornsby on the sidelines … Pie Traynor graciously yielded his spot on the Babes’ roster so Rogers could play. I also drafted two durable pitchers, Big Ed Walsh (for the Babes) and Walter Johnson.
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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 For five innings, the pitchers were mostly in control, as the teams were tied 3-3. And thru 8 innings, it was just 5-5. Then in the 9th, with two out, Captain Ruth singled and Josh Gibson homered, and that 7-5 lead stood up. But I played on, because no one had anywhere to go. Gehrig’s team went up 8-7 when Al Simmons hit a 3-run HR in the 11th. Mule Suttles connected with a man on in the visitors’ 12th, putting the Babes up close. But Biz Mackey homered for the home team in the 12th, and then the Lous really started larrupin’ in the 13th, batting around and scoring five more runs, making it 14-9. Just about everyone hit safely but Gehrig! Both teams plated a run in the 14th, and that’s where I called it, with the Lous up, 15-10.
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[The following was written in February 1993 — a month before NOTES FROM THE SHADOWS OF COOPERSTOWN was launched. I was invited to be the Utica correspondent for a Boston Red Sox publication — the BoSox had, following the 1992 season, affiliated with Utica. At the time, Utica had a NY-Penn League franchise. The relationship with the Red Sox started on this high note.]
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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 Last evening, the Oneida County Sports Facility Authority, sponsored Utica’s first-ever Hot Stove League Banquet, and if the event is any indicator of how the summer game is to go, 1993 should be fun.
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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 Since the last bat cracks of summer (the NY-Penn league permits aluminum bleachers and beer cans, but not bats that ping<\/em>), Utica has become engaged to a new parent club, Boston, and the wedding feast at the downtown Radisson Hotel drew several hundred folks from central New York, as well as reps of the new parent club.
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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 On a day when baseball headlines carried what we hope will be the last of the shabby Marge Schott affair, the speakers were unanimously upbeat and enthused. Bob Fowler, starting his ninth year as [U-Sox] owner, warmed up by quoting Giamatti on how baseball is a form of writing. (I hoped he’d follow up by drawing next on the fine article Roger Angell sketched last summer when he took time for the paradise of our secret league, visiting Oneonta. He didn’t.)
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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 Utica’s own Bob Julian, a well-respected county politician, is first-term president this season, of “the oldest continuous-playing A-league in the world” — his own phrase. NY-P is a league that has had to fight to survive, just like many cities and villages in the northeast, and Mr Julian is keenly aware that the competition on the diamonds will not go on unless the economic\/political competition outside the lines, with the new-stadium-building towns of the south, is won. Thus he inherits a presidency with pressing domestic issues, and even more urgent global concerns, but fortunately, no trillion-dollar deficit.
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[Since 1993, Utica became one of many cities abandoned by the NY-Penn League, locales with new ballparks — but not in the south. The Utica Blue Sox ended up in Aberdeen, MD; Staten Island and Brooklyn recruited franchises. Musical chairs: more cities wanting teams, than there are teams wanting cities.] <\/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 All minor-leagues are under a certain pressure, occasioned by the Majors-Minors Agreement, to upgrade their facilities to meet quality standards (by 1994). The minors have little leverage in bargaining: like ball players under the old reserve clause, they are told to feel grateful they can play the game for pay, and if they don’t like the terms offered, there are others lined up outside who will gladly take their place. So being “the oldest” league is not just a point of pride, but a threat: Mr Julian noted that the average age of parks in the league is over 50. Happily, Mr Fowler added later, Utica’s Murnane Field is closest to compliance, thanks to the late state senator James Donovan, for whom the Stadium (not the field) is named. New parks are a-building in Auburn, Erie and Batavia as well, and there will be NY-P joy this summer in Sussex County, N.J., after a 25-year absence of professional baseball.\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 No doubt all ball players have special places in their hearts for the stages on which their first-year as a pro was acted out. The entry level of any trade must be full of hope and fear, of calculating the odds anew daily of rising any higher, of doing one’s damndest to make a favorable impression and to prove oneself to oneself. This is the background against which the summers of the NY-Penn league are played, and the theme never changes.
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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 Mr Fowler introduced Dave Holt, the manager of the ’93 USox (who at age 35 already has nine seasons of piloting experience, including last summer in the NY-P, at Elmira) as someone who “can win when he has the talent” — he has two pennant notches on his portable helm to date. Of course at this point, Mr Holt has no idea if his crew has any talent at all, and won’t, until just before the season opens in June. The local media has this week found Mr Holt very personable and a good interview, articulate and knowledgeable, with a clear sense of purpose. His brief remarks last night seemed to be addressed to the many families in attendance, on how important family background was in a player’s development. I was reminded of the stories of scouts who insist on meeting mom and dad, on getting a feel for that quality which is invisible in the box score and on the field. (Someone once amplified that by stating, “If you want a good [player], you start with four good grandparents!”)
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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 By nice coincidence, the clean-up spot was reserved for Jim Rice, who was introduced as being now just two years away from eligibility for the Hall of Fame. Cooperstown is less than an hour from Utica, a safe and scenic drive, and the Hall’s unique niche in baseball is appreciated by fans all over Upstate. We live near mecca, we can pilgrimage easily and often — those of us who do, are struck by how often we hear others say, “I’ve always meant<\/em> to get there.” The Hall now buses in grade-schoolers for educational programs, so that regret may be more scarcely heard in the future. In any case, Utica catches tourist spillover on HOF weekend, and looks forward to the Hall of Famers (and two major league teams who come to exhibit) who fly in and quickly back out of our local airport each August. Fitting, that “entry-level fans” should be regularly treated to glimpses of the other end of the playing spectrum. Older fans know a special satisfaction that comes from following players “from the cradle to the grave,” so to speak; those who pass through Utica, however briefly, become hometown boys, sources of pride akin to Andy Van Slyke and Mark Lemke, two genuine locals with the right stuff.
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[Another update from 2009: the Hall of Fame Games in Cooperstown are no longer scheduled, a recent casualty.] <\/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 Mr Rice’s short and enthusiastic speech was followed by a delightful and unexpected opportunity for anyone present to ask questions. These revealed the strong Bostonian accent present, literally, in the room. (Upstate seems fairly split in its American League allegiance, between the Bosox and the Yankees; the local cable carries only the Yanks and Mets, but other cable systems nearby do bring in Boston, and Uticans can wish that the city’s supplier will adjust to the new affiliation being celebrated.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 [They didn’t.]<\/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 Why don’t the Red Sox hit & run, run & hit, steal, score<\/em>? (What can we expect to see this coming summer?)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Should Fenway be replaced by a new stadium? (Rice’s reply hedged some: should history be sacrificed for a greater capacity? He finally voted to leave it like it is, and his reference to the politics involved drew a hearty response from the many local politicos in the room.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 What about the Lau and Hriniak theories of hitting? (Rice: they work fine for some, not at all for others, every hitter is different.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Where did the Sox hitters go last year? (“I wasn’t there” — Rice hopes someday to instruct at the top level.)\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Rice sees the game today as less fun and more work, with technology pushing every aspect to the state of an art<\/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 Mr Rice dismissed the Curse of the Bambino (which seems to apply more to the movie industry, in my view), praised Billy Martin’s knack for bringing out the best in his players, and when asked to comment on his famous predecessors in Left Fen, had this to say: Ted Williams “military” approach to hitting was as “spaced out” as Bill Lee’s to life, but Ted’s book held a gem of advice that Rice seemed to make credible as he repeated it: know yourself, and don’t let anyone change you.\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 Yaz was “a quiet guy” who played well under the pressure of Fenway’s expectant fans; when Fred Lynn and Jim Rice arrived, they removed some of that pressure from Yaz. Mr Rice seemed anxious for all to know that of the trio, he was the only one that “played both walls.”
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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 was pleased to open the morning paper and read about two fellow fans at my table, who must have been interviewed themselves before or after the dinner. One proudly wore his Red Sox jacket, both were die-hard fans whose emotions had soared and sunk with the Sox for nearly five decades. The three of us were strangers, randomly sat together, yet enjoyed a lively conversation from salad to dessert, talking baseball. I recognized in my tablemates, many friends I’ve had over my own nearly fifty seasons, who grew up in New England, and had simply remained, inside, kids in Red Sox T-shirts and caps.
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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 a pennant to be won in the NY-P league — Utica took its division last year, but lost in the brief playoffs that followed in early September. But the pennant isn’t everything, and far from the only thing. Winning teams will draw better, and that is the real goal, the John McGraw goal: to win, to draw, to survive, to play again. We are boot camps, with recruits raw from school, hoping to send to the front, soldiers armed and ready to fight in a Hundred Years War we hope will never end. Donovan Stadium is a scant 230 miles from Fenway. Fans can drive in a few hours, the distance our troops, in ever-thinning ranks, will take years to cover.
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[It’s not mentioned in the article above, but I also met Jim Rice after that February 1993 dinner. And I presented him with a poem, for which he appeared to be sincerely grateful. I don’t think anyone thinks of themselves as the subject of poetry — I sure don’t. So when it happens, it’s a bit startling. Mr Rice was kind enough to autograph a copy of the poem, which I still have, somewhere in my office.\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00a0 JIM barely squeezed into my new book, A BASEBALL FAMILY ALBUM (Pocol Press), just as Rice himself has barely squeezed into the Hall of Fame. I have to believe that he would have made it to Cooperstown much sooner, if he had acquired a flashy nickname somewhere on his way up.]<\/em>
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JIM<\/strong>
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Swing as compact as his name
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Heir to the spot
\n<\/font>Held by Ted and Yaz
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\n<\/font>In the lineup
\n<\/font>In the hearts of Bosox fans
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Rice arrived in seventy-five
\n<\/font>With a kid named Fred:
\n<\/font>Righty-lefty rookie tandem
\n<\/font>Led Boston to October’s Game —
\n<\/font>Broken bone, broken heart finish
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Consistent hit man with power:
\n<\/font>Only Jim Rice ever strung together
\n<\/font>Three straight sparkling summers
\n<\/font>Of two hundred hits
\n<\/font>Thirty-five-plus dingers
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Jim bruised the Green Monster
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Jim played the Green Monster
\n<\/font>Decoy and carom
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Played tall
\n<\/font>Like the Wall
\n<\/font>Spoke more by just being there
\n<\/font>Something that wouldn’t go away
\n<\/font>Sooner or later
\n<\/font>Had to recognize it
\n<\/font>Deal with it
\n<\/font>Respect it
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