For Ben and Raymond, they maintain a sentiment of baseball as religion; men of faith putting their trust both in the word of God and Vin Scully. They both believe in the Miracle of the Resurrection and Game 1 of the ‘88 World Series. Both have been unfaithful baseball bigamists; Raymond with the Angels and Ben with the Red Sox. Their faiths have undergone as much change as their favorite team's roster. So they write about it. They write about Baseball and they write about God.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Big Mac Was On The Special Sauce.



So Mark McGwire has officially admitted to using steroids.

Am I surprised? No.

Did I already have a pretty good idea he had used them? Yes.

Does it tarnish what he has done? A bit.

Does it make our recreation of his 62nd home run while on retreat at the beginning of Senior Year a little less authentic?  Yes, Ben you should have had a head five sizes bigger than your current dome and a syringe in your back pocket and some really good acne would of helped too.


Did he admit it so he wouldn’t have so deal with the questions during spring training and while coaching? Most likely.

Does it take away from the fact he was still a great power hitter?  Not too much.

Will the Cards be a better hitting team with him as a coach? I still think so.

Will baseball forgive him? Because he was an overall good guy and nice to the press, yes.

How many years till they let him in the Hall of Fame? I say it will still take 3 or 4 years for the writers to forgive him.

 And who knows, maybe it was all just hormones in the milk he drank.



He cheated but he admitted it.  He will be welcomed back with open arms.  Here is to seeing Big Mac back on the visitors bench when we kick the Cards in the nuts again next year in the playoffs.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Confessions of a Converter Box Owner


Hazel Mae didn’t cut it in Boston. For the mere facts that she

1. Wasn’t from New England and…

2. Wasn’t believably Bostonian.

New Englanders like to hear from their own. They don’t trust outsiders. In fact, they feast on them. Case in point: Asking for directions.
There was this one time when I was driving through Western Mass (and for those of you who don’t know, in Massachusetts, there is Boston and there's everything else. The “everything else” is referred to as “Western Mass”) I had to stop for directions. (Forgive me for the second parenthetical statement in as many sentences but it must be stated that driving in Massachusetts is the equivalent of pin the tail on the donkey, only it’s the version of the game when you’re spinned three times before you’re allowed to approach the ass. Did you know that a bill that would require towns and cities in the Commonwealth to post street signs on street corners HAS BEEN TURNED DOWN more than half a dozen times in the last decade?)
I go into a convenient store and ask for directions to a nearby town. The native New Englander grizzles, “oh! Youah WAY oaff!” and proceeds to giddily describe the odyssey I’m due if I want to reach my destination. Frustrated and trying to decipher the difference between I-95 and Route 128, I decide to discard his advice and drive on. Two right turns and ¾ of a mile later, I’m there. Gee. Thanks Mr. New England. (From now on, when I’m driving through unfamiliar New England territory, I make sure and don a Sox cap. It’s kinda like knowing the secret handshake when encountering a local. It means instant credibility and garners instant trust.)

So when a Philippines born woman who grew up in Toronto took the desk at the New England Sports Network, it was only a matter of time before she jumped ship for another job. I’m happy she found the MLB.

I must confess, however. I don’t watch much NESN. In fact, I don’t watch much ESPN either. Truth be told. I hardly watch cable at all.

I don’t have it.
For over three years now, I’ve lived where I work. There are many advantages to bedding down where you earn your paychecks. For one, my commute is all but 7 seconds. And the only time I run into anything that could be identified as “traffic” is when I have to swat away a fly on the way down the stairs. In addition, I haven’t written a rent check or paid for groceries or laundry since graduating from Harvard. (And anyone whose graduated from the Div School can tell you that a Master’s in Theological Studies does not bode well for one’s earnings potential.)
On the minus side, a prisoner at San Quentin has more space than I do. To illustrate my point, I can touch one wall with one hand, and reach out with my other hand and come within a hood ornament of touching the opposite wall. And…here’s the kicker.
There is no cable hookup.
But do I let this keep me from watching television?!? No! I own rabbit ears. And as of the recent change to digital television signals, I also own a Converter Box. There. I said it. I own a converter box. I didn’t know this was something to be ashamed of until I was talking to my brother Tim and my buddy Todd last summer. “Converter boxes are for old people and foreigners,” Tim giggled. I fail to see the humor.

Sure, I don’t get to follow the trendy reality shows on Bravo. I haven’t watched a Real World Marathon on MTV in ages. I don’t get to witness the latest brilliance from Trey Parker and Matt Stone. Or appreciate smart shows that inform like Dirty Jobs. Top20 Countdown on VHI? Ha! The last #1 Video I watched was Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone.” And how appropriate, that since I’VE been gone, television has become High Definition, On Demand, Plasma and Wide Screen. But Tim, at least MY television doesn’t give me headaches.

Now. You would think not having cable or satellite or anything resembling options in programming would handicap my ability as a sports fan. Au contraire, derriere.

The NFL and College Football and Basketball still have contracts with the four major networks, which cover those sports comprehensively. CBS broadcasts the AFC. FOX covers the NFC. Every Sunday night, NBC hosts the game of the week, almost always a marquee matchup. My only beef is with the networks insistence on broadcasting NFL games according to the viewer’s region. I’ve never felt this more deeply than when I was home with my parents during Week 16 of the NFL season. That week there were so many games that had playoff implications: Broncos-Eagles, Jets-Colts, Panthers-Giants and what was promising to be an outright gangfight between the Ravens and Steelers. But which two games were assigned to my parents’ region? The Bay Area got stuck with 49ers-Lions and Raiders-Browns. The combined record of those four teams? 20-44. The 49ers head coach actually admitted before their game with the Lions that his goal was to be the best team NOT to make the playoffs this year. Yuck.

College Football has a much smarter approach. Let’s say ABC has the rights to broadcast three games during the 3:30pm slot. Let’s say the three games are Oklahoma-Texas, USC-UCLA and Michigan-Ohio State. I live in New England, none of those three games are in my region. What ABC does is picks the game they think is the most coveted and broadcasts THAT game in the unidentified regions. The West will still get USC-UCLA. The Midwest will still get Michigan-Ohio State and Texas will still get Sooners-Longhorns. But the Atlantic, the Sunbelt, the Northwest, New England and the South will get whichever games means the most. Genius.

Add that CBS has a deal with the SEC, Notre Dame has a deal with NBC and FOX has a deal with the BCS and you can watch college football from noon till midnight on a Saturday. Believe me. I’ve done it.

But the real clincher. The one thing that has kept my sport fandom more than above water is the free Wireless internet access I have at home/work and the fact that the internet provider is Comcast, which thereby results in my free and flurried access to ESPN360. God’s gift to the Sports Fan.
During one 48 hour stretch on New Year’s Day and the day after, I watched 10 bowl games in their entirety, thanks to my computer and my scoffed at converter box.
Because of the internet, I can watch my favorite show on ESPN, PTI. I can watch live sporting events like the Outback Bowl (don’t hate. Northwestern-Auburn was the best bowl game this year outside of Roady’s Humanitarian Bowl between Idaho and Bowling Green. If you don’t trust me. Review the highlights.) Because of the internet, I can watch the same analysis, commentary and highlights you can watch on ESPN. And I get to CHOOSE what I want to watch and what I don’t and when! It’s better than OnDemand. It’s IDemand.

Now. Back to the MLB Network. It’s true that I can’t watch Game 4 of the 1965 World Series. It’s true I can’t watch Harold Reynolds and Dan Pleasac break down a Cincinnati Reds trade in a 7-minute segment. But with mlb.com, I can pay $79 and watch every game on any day at any time I want, as long as it’s not a Red Sox game. (And believe me, I can find out what happened to the Sox last night in .37 nanoseconds by flipping on my local news. Seriously. A Beckett shutout or even an Ortiz O-fer is Headline News in this town. And you’re shit outta luck if you want scores that reach beyond the AL East.)

I said all that to say this. You can be an informed sports fan in the 21st century without cable. Without DirecTV. Without HD. Without OnDemand. Without FIOS. Without Plasma. All you need is Comcast and a converter box. I’ll bet old people and foreigners make great sports fans.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Spirit of '65

Bastardo.

I am enjoying the holidays. Taking time off from writing and thinking. Generally practicing my video game skills and refining my cocktail craft making, and you have to go and make back to back posts.

Prior to the holiday I had been working on a draft of a post about Luther, the Great Reformation, spirituality, ceremony and the such; but so much for that.
Instead I share one of my highlights of this joyous holiday season, offseason baseball program watching. In particular watching classic Dodger Games on the MLB.



I love the classic Dodger games. These games in particular were from the 1965 World Series, the first game was Game 4 of the series at Dodger Stadium featuring Jim “Mudcat” Grant versus Don Drysdale October 10, 1965. Some observations:

First of all what a great World Series program.  That is what we need today, more integration of our space program in baseball publications.

The game was broadcast on NBC and I loved how it featured early instant replay, aptly titled “NBC Instant Replay.” Thankfully this was before they introduced the NBC peacock. So all you had was a funky NBC logo. But I was surprised they had replay that far back. No slow motion but replay none the less. Another interesting thing was how long they kept with certain shots, not the quick rapid fire jump shots you see today. In fact I wonder when the last time NBC hosted a MLB game on their airwaves.

The game was interesting because it featured Drysdale after he had been shelled in game one; which he pitched because Koufax was sitting it out due to Yom Kippur. He got beat up in the first game but he came back strong in this one.

His fastball didn’t look super intimidating, it looked decently fast and it had good movement, but not overpowering. But mixed with his curveball it was wicked.

When they threw it back to the infield after a pop fly and they threw it around the horn they went short stop, second, first, catcher, third to pitcher. When did the first baseman get cut out of the action? I would love to see them go back to this style.

Drysdale labored at times, kept leaving the ball up in the zone.



This was also shortly after the introduction of helmets. Maury Wills didn’t wear a helmet, probably thought it would slow him down.

Fourth inning in the game Drysdale gets Killebrew 0-2. Tried to sneak a fastball over for strike three, Harmon murdered it, just obliterated it. Harmon was a monster, one of those guys who put all of his effort into every swing. Actually kinda like Manny except instead of twirling he dropped to a knee. But the Killer was a big guy, and Drysdale challenged him and lost.

A few innings later Drysdale left another fastball up and Tony Oliva and he put it in the seats. Who did Alston start warming up in the bullpen? Lefty ace Ron Perranoski. Classic. He K’d Killebrew after Oliva. Ron stayed in the pen.

The announcers split time in the broadcast. Vin Scully split broadcast time with Twins announcer Ray Scott; both at the time good journeymen announcers. Vin was of course good, but had not developed the stories that he has today. More of less just good quality play by play. Peppered throughout the early innings of the game they played prerecorded audio interviews with players and managers. Old school but fun.

Wes Parker was 25 years old and looked like a kid. I look at James Loney now and only hope that we get the same career out of him that we got out of Parker. Loney already has better numbers at his age. Only thing is that Parker stopped play after 9 seasons and at age 32, why such a short career?

Old Dodger Stadium was beautiful. They even commented on how tall it was behind the plate with six different levels behind home plate. They has some extra patches of grass near the batting boxes too, which looked classy. No last names on the uniforms though.


Attendance 55,920.

Game three was a record attendance of 55,934.

During the game third base was knocked loose. How was it secured? A metal loop in the ground, in which a leather belt which was attached to the base was strung through and then buckled on the other side of the base. The bases were attached to the ground with leather belts….wow….and there were buckled on the bases….and they were fashioned out of canvas….not the foam monstrosities we have today.

A lot fewer trees in the ravine at the time. Pavilion looks the same though, no blacked out seats in center. Also no big speaker system in center field, and I couldn’t tell how they were using the Diamond Vision Screen, it was always blank when they showed it.

Bottom of the 7th, Dodgers ahead2-6, Drysdale 0-2 with two strikeouts lead off the inning. You would never see that today.

Starting pitcher for the Twins was “Mudcat” Grant, whatever happened to cool nicknames like that. Seems like everything now ends in “Rod”.

By the way Drysdale struck out again to lead off the inning, I guess you just don’t pull him.

He started 42 games that year and finished 20 of them. Insane today.
Only saw him throw behind a guy’s head once.

You could hear the Organ being played in the background in between innings. No Beatles music there.

Killebrew had big legs.

Koufax pitched game 7 on two days rest. I guess there was a lot of questioning going on as to whether this was a good idea or not. Hey if I am Walter Alston and I have the best left hander of all time willing to pitch for me, I would go with him too.

Game 7 was in Minnesota, Bloomington to be specific. In October it was 60 degrees at game time.

Jim Kaat pitching for the Twins….guy had a 25 year career as a pitcher, impressive.
Umpires still wore ties back then, I want that brought back.

Third base coach for the Twins…….future hall of famer (I think) Billy Martin.

Koufax delivery quick and smooth.

He wears his hat tilted up just a little bit.

His fastball didn’t seem to have a lot of movement , pretty straight and angled down, but he placed it well. Worked the corners, threw a lot of high strikes which
I would not have expected.

Apparently Koufax threw more fastballs in Minnesota because their mound was more flat then Dodger stadium without the break that allowed him to pull down on the ball.

In the first inning Koufax walked 2 in a row, Drysdale got up in the pen. Roseboro and Wills go out to the mound talk to him for a little. Wills seems in control as team captain. Next guy goes down with the big bender.

I regret that Koufax was only pitching in 2 days rest because I am sure he was tired, but he threw plenty of balls or strikes on the corners that the batters just fouled off.

I saw a batters interference call in game 7. Never would of expected that, but he swung, stepped over the plate while Roseboro was throwing down to second. Don’t see that much of that either.

Billy Martin almost got tossed for arguing with the ump about Koufax’s pick off move. Martin was just as fiery as a couch.

Koufax had a little nubber to the pitcher in his second at bat. He ran that thing out all the way, you would never see that today.


For the rest of the game Koufax kind of just kept the Twins off balance, I wouldn’t call him dominating, but his pitch placement was good enough that rarely did anyone get good wood on the ball. He gave up one good fastball that got hit to the fence. I wish I could have seen him in a more dominating performance where he was K’ing people left and right. Even Vinny noticed his curveball wasn’t working for him; but it was still great to see him at the peak of his career. But I suppose that is what makes him one of the greats, you don’t have your best stuff by far, but you go out and throw a three hit shutout to the AL champs.
Koufax manned up though, bottom of the ninth. He has already struck out 8, he gets Oliva to ground out. Killebrew just grounds one by Wills at short with a pitch he left up. He then strikes out the next two for the win and the series.


Bonus footage: younger Vin Scully reporting from the Locker room after the victory. No swimming goggles to be seen.

I love this sport and I love my team and all the tradition that goes along with both.

February 18th can’t you get here any sooner!


P.S. Your thoughts on Hazel Mae?