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Monday, July 25, 2022

It Is Done!

No, not this blog, although anyone who used to read it might think so. Something keeps me from turning out the lights whenever the idea crops up in my head.

No, the thing that is done is the induction of John Jordan “Buck” O’Neil into the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. Those poor benighted souls who prefer other sports to baseball or who are indifferent to them altogether may be tempted to ask why that matters. Partly it’s because Buck should have been in the HOF a long time ago, especially while he was still alive. None of the recent recognition of the work of the Negro Leagues would have happened without Buck. No museum, no recognition of the Negro National and Negro American Leagues as official Major Leagues right alongside the National and American Leagues, no awareness that as great a man as he was, Jackie Robinson was not the first African-American man to play organized baseball. Absolutely none of it.

And as to why it might matter outside the foul lines and beyond the bleachers? Read Buck’s autobiography, I Was Right on Time. Read Joe Posnanski’s The Soul of Baseball. Read Vahe Gregorian’s appreciation when Buck was voted in last year (No links because the Kansas City Star has a very steep paywall). Heck, read Anne Rogers’ feature piece from MLB’s own press shop today and get a sense of why a great man with a great and gentle view of the world is finally getting his due.

As Bob Kendrick, manager of the Negro League Baseball Museum said in more than one article and as this space has put forth before: The Hall of Fame now matters once again.

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Worth the Trip

It's always neat when one's preferred baseball team does something really cool, like covering admission for anybody who wants to visit the Negro League Baseball Museum during the month of February, designated in the United States as Black History Month.

The role that the Negro Leagues played in building African-American communities in many cities and in the long fight towards desegregation is one that people should know if they want to consider themselves aware of our nation's history. As a multiple-time visitor of the NLBM, I can recommend it as an excellent way to begin learning about this important era.

And in February, "tuition" is free...

Sunday, December 5, 2021

Give It Up for Buck O'Neil

It should have happened while he was alive, but at least it has happened. John Jordan "Buck" O'Neil is in the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Maybe...

On the 110th anniversary of Buck O'Neil's birth we find welcome news, as outlined here by Kansas City Star columnist Vahe Gregorian. The driving force behind both the creation of baseball's Negro League Museum and elevating the profile of that league and its all-but-forgotten players missed inclusion in the hall in 2006 by one vote. He died months later. Now a select committee that meets every several years has included him on its Early Baseball Era ballot for possible induction in 2022.

Gregorian quotes museum president Bob Kendrick's story of how O'Neil handled the news that day as evidence of his strength of character and graceful spirit. He also makes a point of saying that he doesn't want to look like he is pressuring the committee voting on O'Neil and the others. I, on the other hand, wish to make it clear that without Buck O'Neil, the Baseball Hall of Fame is nothing more than a storage shed for a bunch of bronze semi-likenesses hanging on its walls.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Too Long Gone

 
 
Today marks the 15th anniversary of the death of Buck O'Neil, one of the finest people on or off a ballfield whose absence from the National Baseball Hall of Fame is a reflection not on him but the hall. The song was a collaboration between Kansas City area performer Bob Walkenhorst and a class of elementary school students.

"I want to play on Buck's baseball team."

Friday, August 13, 2021

Corny...But Awesome

I would have posted something about this yesterday when it happened but I was so surprised Rob Manfred got something right I have spent the last 24 hours in a coma collapsed on my keyboard.

Building an actual "Field of Dreams" in Iowa in the cornfield 30 years after the movie of that name came out? Use the White Sox and Yankees as the combatants, as in the ghostly game in the movie? Have it introduced by the movie's lead, Kevin Costner?

I'm almost as stunned to type it as I was to see it.

And if anyone knows how to clean reversed keyboard letters off human foreheads I'd appreciate a little help...

Saturday, July 24, 2021

Serendipity

 Serendipity, n.

1. Tuning into the online broadcast of one’s preferred baseball team one pitch before the batter parks one off the wall over the bullpen to cap a seven-run comeback from being down 6-0.

Saturday, April 17, 2021

Tamper-Resistant

No matter what gaseous politicians and the gutless Rob Manfred do, they can't take away how much I like watching this:

 

Thursday, April 8, 2021

Kick 'Em When They're Down

Which I guess you could say this entry does for the hapless Rob Manfred, Commissioner of Major League Baseball. The other day I made fun of his decision to move the 2021 All-Star game from Atlanta to Denver because of uproar claiming Georgia's new voting law is designed to suppress minority turnout. I suggested that it was another in a line of lunk-headed moves by the men given the authority to act "in the best interests of baseball" but who aren't alway smart enough to do so.

I didn't list Bowie Kuhn, but it turns out that Manfred will in his way follow one of Kuhn's clearest blunders. Hank Aaron started the 1974 season with 713 home runs, one shy of Babe Ruth's career record. But his Atlanta Braves started the season on the road, meaning Aaron might very well set the new mark outside his team's home field. Braves staff wanted to sit Aaron for that first series, but Kuhn ordered him to play at least two of the three games. Aaron tied the record on the road but did break it at home -- only to be given his commemorative watch by a representative from the commissioner's office, Monte Irvin. Kuhn himself wasn't at the game, citing a previous engagement.

Earlier this year, Hammerin' Hank departed this life. almost certainly bound for the celestial Hall of Fame his longtime Catholic faith promised him. Which means that this year's All-Star game could have been an occasion to celebrate one of baseball's most elegant, dignified and honorable men, who never responded with hate to the flood of racist mail drawn by his pursuit of Ruth's record. It could have been, but as commissioners of major league baseball seem to have a habit of doing, Rob Manfred thought something else was more important than honoring and respecting Hank Aaron.

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

On the Shoulders of Giants

Following the 1919 gambling scandal involving the Chicago White Sox, the organization of major league baseball clubs gave its office of the commissioner extreme power to act in "the best interests of baseball." At times the men occupying that office have used this near-dictatorial authority wisely, and at other times less wisely.

We have the first commissioner, Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, allowing clubs to collude to prevent African-American players from appearing on major league rosters. Ford Frick, without ever using an actual asterisk, did everything else to slight Roger Maris's 61 home runs in a 162-game season compared with Babe Ruth's 60 homers in a 154-game season. Bud Selig allowed a tie in the All-Star game.

And now Rob Manfred has moved the All-Star game and the site of the Major League Baseball draft from Atlanta as a protest against a new Georgia election law. Detractors, including President Joe Biden, have said the law is designed to suppress voting, especially among minorities. The Washington Post's fact-checker gave the President its highest possible rating for saying something inaccurate, four Pinocchios. Even opponents of the law, like political activist and 2018 Georgia gubernatorial loser Stacey Abrams, didn't want companies and organizations to boycott Georgia over it because they believed job losses would cause more harm to the people on whose behalf they said they were advocating.

According to ESPN stories quoted by Hot Air columnist Ed Morrissey, Manfred will set the game in Colorado at Coors Field; home of the Colorado Rockies. Morrissey lists the many folks who took a look at Colorado's election laws and found them either similar to or more restrictive than the law Georgia just passed. To be fair, Colorado's law affects far fewer African-American persons than does Georgia's. As Morrissey notes census data shows Georgia to be 31% African-American while Colorado is 4% African-American in population.

The old saying is that we should never ascribe to malice what can be explained by incompetence. So I would without question reject the charge that Manfred has some vendetta against Atlanta or Georgia. But since he is in a position where he can make some significantly unilateral decisions he's all the more likely to expose whichever attribute he has. And considering that his last big idea was to start extra innings in tie games with a runner already on second we can perhaps sense which one he displayed here.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Appalachian League Baseball, Allen LaMountain

Major League baseball recently reorganized many of its relationships with minor league teams, eliminating some and repurposing others. The new version of the Appalachian League will focus on college freshman and sophomores, acquainting them with the version of the game played with wooden bats. Most college and high school players are still using aluminum bats and if they want to make the jump to the Show, they will need to learn the nuances of the different tool.

But as Allen LaMountain outlines in his 2014 history Appalachian League Baseball the teams of this region are used to training young players, serving as the Advanced Rookie circuit since organizing in the 1950s. The teams of "Appy League" have crafted and fed their best to the more advanced levels of play.

Managers as well have moved from working the Appy League to the majors, and LaMountain sketches the league history of a few along with the players. The book is organized into sections, beginning with three- and four-page histories of the current league teams as well as those which have closed over its tenure. The next section works with the managers and then, divided by chronology, we learn what some 90 players accomplished while playing for their different Appy League teams.

LaMountain has been a sports writer for a Tennessee newspaper and operates with an extensive knowledge of the league and its teams. That experience also colors his writing; the different entries are straightforward short summaries of wins, losses, statistics and such. Appalachian League reads as much like an encyclopedia or reference work as anything else; different players, managers and teams might have some color in their stories but any such daubs are small and scattered. The thoroughness of the research and completeness of the detail mean serious baseball historians problably need a copy of Appalachian League on their shelves, but it's sometimes a little dry for the average fan or follower in any but medium-sized doses.

Sunday, October 4, 2020

Gibby

Friday night's passing of St. Louis Cardinals' great and Hall-of-Fame pitcher Bob Gibson brought forth many stories and memories, as often happens when a top-tier figure in a sport dies.

An apocryphal story suggests that, after Gibson surrendered a grand slam home run to journeyman Pete LaCock, he said it was time to retire. Another claims that when Gibson faced LaCock many years later in an oldtimer's game, he plunked him with the first pitch. There's no hard evidence for either story, but listening to the way the competitive fire drove Gibson they sure sound like they could have happened.

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Thanks

Because of a couple of brutal cold streaks, my preferred baseball team, the Kansas City Royals, will not be moving on into postseason play this year. So the 2020 year ended for them today -- with a win, as they had finally begun playing well.

Which means it's time for your humble correspondent to say thank you to Major League Baseball. The season was short and it was weird and it had no fans in the stands. But it was there, and when I listened on the app on my iPad I was listening to a game just like I had about any year, online or on the radio. It was a refreshing little slice of normal in a screwed up time.

When they began the 60-game abbreviated season back in July I saw a lot of predictions that they would fail, that tons of athletes would get sick, that they would spread the COVID-19 virus, that the season would shut down, and so on. To all of these naysayers, I want to say...something that I won't say on a blog sometimes read by my mother. Instead I'll just laugh a loud, "HA!" in their direction and enjoy 1) How wrong they were, 2) How their errors are on the record in many a print and online column and 3) How people taking a shot at doing something halfway normal actually managed it and all of the doomers managed to do nothing.

And then I'll say thanks to baseball again for a welcome anchor in a year of chaos.

Sunday, September 6, 2020

The Last W?

St. Louis Cardinals outfielder Lou Brock was accounted by many to be one of the nicer folks one could meet in professional baseball, despite his habit of making opposing catchers look bad with embarrassing regularity.

Not only did his former team post a win on the day he passed away, they did it over the team that idiotically traded him away for two aging pitchers and one light-hitting outfielder -- the Chicago Cubs. With the Cards, Brock went on to help win two World Series -- one of them the very same year he was traded away. He was a six-time All Star who won the National League stolen base title eight times. He held the record for stolen bases from his retirement in 1979 -- a year he won the Comeback Player of the Year award at 40 -- until Rickey Henderson broke it in 1991.

Brock probably started out as a nice guy but might have had his qualities honed by the man who scouted him for the Cubs, Buck O'Neil. In his own biography, I Was Right on Time, O'Neil notes the lopsidedness of the trade and says people ask him if he was mad or sad that the Cubs traded away a player he worked hard to get who went on to such great heights. O'Neil said he didn't feel either, he was just "happy for Lou."

When Henderson broke the base-stealing record he was carrying a card with a short speech he and Brock had worked on, since the two had become friends as it became clearer that the record would fall. In the excitement of the moment, he forgot his speech and gave the typically Hendersonesque statement that he was now the greatest of all time (Nolan Ryan pitched his unearthly seventh no-hitter that same day, so Henderson's ego was a bit premature). When he saw Brock later he apologized, saying he had been caught up in the emotion of the moment and forgot he had the speech. Whether that was true or not, Brock decided to act like it was and accepted the apology.

So while Brock might have rejoiced with you if you cheered on his former team in their win today, he might have suggested taking it easy on the chortling that might accompany the one last time the Cards put one over on the Cubs because of Lou Brock.

He might have found it more interesting that he passed just a few days after the great pitcher Tom Seaver, whom he faced more than any other pitcher in his career. Because Brock was the batter Seaver faced more than any other hitter in his career and his .250 average was better than a lot of top players could post. Upon his arrival, Brock might have found Tom Terrific waiting for him with an extended bat and a big grin: "Let's go again, Lou."

Edited 9/8/20 to spell Rickey Henderson's first name properly.

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Major Effort

In this, the 100th year since the beginning of baseball's Negro Leagues, Major League Baseball is considering reclassifying at least two of the different leagues made up of African-American players as "major leagues."

As Dan McLaughlin notes in National Review, the push would do more than attempt to be another step in redressing the historical wrong of baseball's segregated era which stretched from the end of the 19th century to the middle of the 20th. "Major League" has a specific definition for the organization, and the reclassification could bring about a change in the record books. 

McLaughlin points out that there have been other major leagues in addition to the two we recognize today. They were usually attempts to create a third league to rival the American and National Leagues which did not succeed. The criteria are not concrete, but things like a regularity of schedule and record-keeping play the largest role. Quality of play is a factor as well, but given the wide range in that arena among the thousands of players who have suited up in one of the two current leagues over their history, it can't really be the determining one.

Such a decision would be the right one, McLaughlin writes. While it would not make things right for the men prevented from taking their shot at the Show because of the color of their skin -- even for the few Negro Leaguers who are still living -- it would stop the continuation of the injustice. In the same way that Jackie Robinson demonstrated that melanin had no role in creating a quality ballplayer, the move would show that historical injustice could not prevent the proper recognition of Negro League organization, talent and importance.

The move would have its own problems, of course. In addition to their league games Negro League teams often played many games in barnstorming tours against local or semipro teams. They dominated, as one might expect a team of professionals to do. Do those games count in figuring statistics? White major leaguers would create winter barnstorming teams as well -- they often played Negro Leaguers during them -- and they didn't count those hits or wins in their own official totals. Should the Negro Leaguers count their stats against the white barnstormer teams but not against the locals?

And the two dominant teams for much of the Negro Leagues' history were the Kansas City Monarchs and the Homestead Grays. Add the Indianapolis Clowns and Newark Eagles to them and you have a huge chunk of the Negro Leagues World Series champions before you -- realistically some of the actual Negro National League and Negro American League teams weren't much better than the local opponents on a barnstorming tour.

McLaughlin thinks those problems can be ironed out and he's probably right. Plus statistics are a baseball fan's preferred subject for arguments, so adding an entirely new set has great appeal for some. And while I agree that this kind of reclassification would be the right thing to do another argument makes me hesitate. As the 2013 movie 42 illustrated, stepping across Major League Baseball's disgraceful color line took a tremendous effort from and a tremendous toll on Jackie Robinson. I worry that naming the NNL and NAL as major leagues would be a step down the road to diminishing the significance and cost of his accomplishment.

I know, I know, that sounds unlikely. Baseball more than other major sports lives within and around its own history. The fact that every team officially retired jersey number 42 -- even teams which didn't exist when Robinson joined the Dodgers -- and that the entire league holds a recognition day in which every player wears that number on that one day should make it difficult for Robinson's monumental role to be lost to history. I agree. But then I remember how Millennials and Generation Z tend to handle history and my worry returns.

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Honorees

I think I’ve referred to this before, but this event right here is one of the biggest reasons there needed to be a season for Major League Baseball. I’m glad it’s been included in the short season.

Thursday, August 6, 2020

Why Yes, This Is a Pleasant Outcome

The season is truncated, weird. It's a house of cards that could collapse any day with a handful of bad medical reports, it has no fans in the stands except when weird CGI is used to play Let's Pretend. It has some weird rules that will probably stick even though they shouldn't.

Worse, my preferred team has had a terrible start -- if this was a regular season they would have begun with an 8-27 record as of tonight. They haven't been able to hit when needed and they've left more runners stranded than there are people at the ballpark (and this year that's not hyperbole). COVID-19 and injuries left them with a starting rotation that was a welcome sight to every team they faced.

But then, like it sometimes does, the dam bursts. The bats awaken (and are no longer afraid!) Pitchers throw the ball past the hitters instead of to them. And even if there's a pretty good chance that in the very next game things might still be no good, at least tonight they treated their opponent like Conan treats his enemies.

And it was glorious.

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Matthew 11:17

"We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we wailed, and you did not mourn."


Sunday, July 19, 2020

Play Ball! (Fingers Crossed)

Even though it begins with the weird mutant version created by Calvin and Hobbes, this week possesses a greater than zero chance of ending with baseball.

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Honoring the Unbowed

Major League Baseball has developed its plan for a shorter season in the midst of the pandemic that may yet get derailed by events. If it were any other year I'd almost be OK with no season, but this year is the 100th anniversary of the first meeting among potential owners that would create what we today call the Negro Leagues.

The Negro Leagues Museum in Kansas City has been having short videos posted that feature a "tip of the cap" from different people to those historic players, honoring their refusal to be sidelined from an important part of American culture by the limited vision of too many owners and players. Ex-big leaguers, former presidents, four generations of the family of integration pioneer Jackie Robinson and more offer a brief salute and a literal tip of the cap to these players and managers.

So in this year it seems as though, despite all of the problems we're having, baseball should play a season of some kind. Even if it's short, even if it's in empty stadiums, even if it's weird -- they played in spite of monumental opposition. Giving it a shot seems like the right thing to do.