Playoffs So Far: More Unpredictability

Stephen Strasburg, Nats flamethrower, controversially m.i.a.

The 2012 playoffs have so far featured a botched infield fly rule call against the hard-luck Atlanta Braves and a number of other surprises. The biggest has to be the first postseason game since 1933 in Washington, D.C. The Nats and St. Louis Cardinals are tied at one win apiece. Even better: The game is being played in daylight, starting at 1 p.m. Eastern Daylight Savings Time. The Baltimore Orioles, the second Cinderella Team, tied the Yankees on strong pitching and great infield defense. The Yankees had a power outage on the field, and then suffered a second as their train to New York broke down. Both Orioles and Yankees took the bus, not usually an aspect of major-league life aside from spring-training exhibition games. (One pitches a hurler from the Mexican League; the opposing pitcher is from Japan. Baseball is truly international, a point stressed in our book.) The Oakland Athletics benefited from a circus catch by Coco Crisp and one other defensive gem against ultra-meaty Prince Fielder to win their first playoff game against the muscular Detroit Tigers. The Tigers remain on the cusp of advancing, but who knows? The unusual, cricket-like dimensions of the A’s stadium does all sorts of things. The Cincinnati Reds, featuring super-fire-balling Cuban Aroldis Chapman (he can throw the ball 106 mph), saw their home debut slip away from the San Francisco Giants on an error by star third baseman Scott Rolen. I (Evander) thought Dusty Baker would swallow his toothpick. This is one of the most unpredictable postseasons I could remember, a brilliant carryover from a terrific season.

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A Most Unusual 2012

Miguel Cabrera: batsman nonpareil

On the eve of the finish of the 2012 Major League Baseball regular season, I (Evander) thought I ought to highlight a few of the unusual aspects of this most unusual season.

As of today, only one American League club, the Detroit Tigers, has captured a division. A year late, as predicted by the Right Off the Bat Project, the Oakland Athletics (in the lead 1-0 at this writing) are breathing down the neck of the Texas Rangers, and may capture the A.L. West. Only one game in the standings separates the Baltimore Orioles from the New York Yankees. As this is the first season featuring two Wild Cards, all five postseason-bound A.L. teams have no idea what tomorrow will look like.

Unless there is another tonight, there have been three perfect games in 2012, hurled by Philip Humber, Matt Cain, and Felix Hernandez. To put this into perspective, when Don Larsen pitched his famous perfect game in the 1956 World Series, the major leagues had not seen one prior to that in nearly thirty-five years. The perfect game previous to that was thrown in 1908. (In 2010, Armando Galarraga was denied a perfect game thro a bad call by umpire Jim Joyce—yes, christened James Joyce for you literary types.)

On top of the three perfectoes (spelled like “potatoes,” the only thing with eyes we strive to eat), there were four no-hitters in 2012.

Unusual you say? (I haven’t even got into the truly wild Wild Card possibilities.) Consider Miguel Cabrera of the Detroit Tigers. Unless Joe Mauer has a scorching final game of the season, Cabrera will become the first player to win the Triple Crown in forty-five years, when Carl Yastrzemski did it: most home runs, most runs batted in, highest batting average (for you cricket followers).

To make everything a little more interesting, tonight is the first Presidential debate. I can safely predict that there will be plenty of channel surfing in Baltimore and New York.

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Congratulations to R. A. Dickey

This photo of R. A. Dickey in action shows the unique grip of the knuckleball, a pitch that baffles batters and catchers alike. The ball does not rotate and therefore does strange things in midair.

Fans of the New York Mets have not had much to cheer about over the final ninety games of the 2012 season. I (Evander) attended only one Major League Baseball game this year: July 4, Mets versus the Philadelphia Phillies. Uncharacteristically, I had to leave in the sixth inning. Six-foot-ten Chris Young was cruising at that stage, up 2-0. But by the time I walked from my semi-nosebleed seat (I say that for a cheap laugh: virtually all seats and sight lines are excellent) to the outside of Citi Field, the Mets were already down 3-2; and by the time I reached home, I learned the final score, 9-2. The game was both the beginning of the end for the Mets and the season in microcosm.

But we do cheer R. A. Dickey, pitcher of the knuckleball, author of an unusually thoughtful memoir this season. Yesterday, at the last Mets home game, Dickey won his twentieth. He joins Tom Seaver, Jerry Koosman, Doc Gooden, David Cone, and Frank Viola as the other twenty-game winners in the fifty-years-plus history of the franchise.

(On October 20, Right Off the Bat blogger and former National Baseball Hall of Fame researcher Russell Wolinsky reminded me we had attended a Yankees game. I must have been numb: I thought that was last season: It was April 29 against, of all clubs, the 2012 A.L. Champion Detroit Tigers. Thus, I attended two games in 2012. Thanks, Russ!)

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“42” Coming Next Baseball Season

Jackie Robinson: The Great One

The Right Off the Bat Project eagerly awaits 42. It is our understanding that President Obama even visited the set. Read about the film and watch the trailer here.

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The Genius of Cricket

The World Twenty20 cricket tournament is taking place at the moment in Sri Lanka, and you’d be hard-pressed to figure out who are likely to be the winners. England are the current world champions, but South Africa, India, Pakistan, Australia, and even New Zealand will fancy their chances. The genius of this, the shortest, form of the game is that, on any given day, the least-fancied team can pull of an upset and beat the most.

Until recently, I (Martin) hadn’t seen a Twenty20 in person. That changed on a recent visit to Birmingham, in the English Midlands, where I caught the final game (of three) between England and South Africa. Twenty20 is already an abbreviated form of cricket, and this match was further cut because of rain to over 11 overs a side (i.e., Eleven11).

As one would expect in such a condensed match, there were plenty of big shots and outrageous plays. But what made the game for me was a quiet moment, when (as England batted) Jacques Kallis propelled himself across the outfield in chasing a ball, slid to stop it from crossing the boundary, and flicked the ball up to Hashim Amla, who threw it back to the keeper.

Nothing particularly memorable about that, you might say. But, consider this: It was a cold, rainy night and the last match of the summer between these two teams. The game was essentially meaningless, except perhaps as a trial run for the competition that’s currently occurring in Sri Lanka (although the weather conditions couldn’t be more different). And yet these two gentlemen were giving their all, despite the fact that Kallis is arguably the greatest all-rounder who ever lived and Hashim Amla is the best batsman in the world at the moment. And they were running around not fifty feet from where I sat.

Would anyone have seriously complained if they hadn’t made the effort? Would it have changed the judgment of history about these two hall-of-famers? Surely not. But it’s the genius of the game that both these men have proven such great servants of that it mattered to them that they needed to be the best they could be.

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Chicago White Sox Do the Right Thing

Kevin Youkilis—with a face only a mother could love—can play next Tuesday. (Getty Images)

In deference to Jewish fans, as well as to star Kevin Youkilis, the Chicago White Sox organization has rescheduled their game on September 25 to the afternoon. That evening, at sundown, the most solemn holiday of the Jewish calendar (year 5773), Yom Kippur, begins. According to Jews and Baseball: An American Love Story, there have been 160 Jewish ballplayers in Major League Baseball out of the 17,000 and counting who have played on this highest level. That’s less than one percent. We cover this briefly in Inning 6 (pages 127-28), on “Race and Empire.” But we also ought to keep in mind the title of Inning 7: “Speak, Profit.” Fans remember franchises with a sensitivity to all aspects of fandom and the fan base.

Incidentally, even into the early 1920s playing professional ball on Sunday was largely prohibited. Chicago (always, it seems, “on the ball”), St. Louis, and Cincinnati, permitted Sunday big-league play initially, with Detroit, Cleveland, and Washington soon joining. Cities that accepted Sunday play late included Boston (no surprise), Philadelphia (also no surprise), and New York (a surprise unless one considers Brooklyn—then home to a team called the Superbas or Robins—a place even today known as the borough of churches).

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The Unhappy Recap, Part 3

Darryl Strawberry: The Mets begin to see the light.

This is part 3 on “The Mets Dark Years” by former National Baseball Hall of Fame researcher and librarian Russell Wolinsky.

The Management

Following the death of team owner Joan Payson in 1975, Mets management slipped into an era of decay, chaos, and incompetence. Chairman of the Board M. Donald Grant took a greater and more powerful role in the franchise. Grant, a frugal and unsentimental man, a partner at Fahnestock and Company, drove Seaver, the team’s best and most popular player out of New York (with some assistance from columnist Dick Young).

The Grant-Seaver feud was ostensibly about money, but it was more than that. Grant would go into a rage whenever Seaver’s nickname, The Franchise, was invoked: “Mrs. Payson and I are the franchise,” he screamed. “What are you, some sort of Communist?” Grant asked his star pitcher, and player rep, during player-management labor negotiations.

Grant seemed to show utter contempt for the New York sports fan. He took a hard line against free-agent signings. He limited the number of replays permitted on Mets TV broadcasts, and may have been at least partially responsible for New York City losing in its bid for the 1984 Summer Olympics by refusing to consider relocating the Mets from Shea. For more than a year after the Seaver deal, Grant was not seen at the ballpark without a bodyguard.

Finally, after seventeen years, and a financially and aesthetically ruinous 1978 season that he attributed to bad luck and poor weather rather than terrible player-personnel decisions, Grant was deposed by Lorinda de Roulet, the daughter of Joan Payson. “Don’s not happy about stepping down,” de Roulet admitted, “but….It just seemed like the time to do it.” As a parting shot, the departing chairman declared, “You will come to my grave, look down on me and say, ‘You were right!’”

De Roulet assumed the chairmanship enthusiastically, but the money and baseball experience just was not there. By 1979, the Mets pitching and financial situation had grown so dire that Joe Torre was forced to bring three rookies up north from spring training: Jesse Orosco, Neil Allen, and Mike Scott. None was an immediate success. Torre wanted former Cardinals teammate Nelson Briles on the New York pitching staff, but management could not justify the expense.

At least the new chairman was a fan, not above running on the field to congratulate Jerry Koosman on his 1978 opening-day win or sending Pete Falcone, the Pride of Bensonhurst, a bottle of champagne on his first Mets win, (on his fourteenth attempt). But rumors swirled: board meetings wherein de Roulet’s daughters asked why new baseballs were required for each game, and if all the lights at Shea needed to be turned on. A botched trade with the Angels raised questions about her qualifications as a baseball executive. After the disaster of 1979, Charles Shipman Payson, Lorinda’s father and Joan’s husband, refused to funnel any more of his money into the team and demanded the franchise be put up for sale.

After a two-month bidding war, a winner emerged: Doubleday & Co. purchased the franchise for a then-record $21 million. The triumvirate that would run the club consisted of Nelson Doubleday, Fred Wilpon, and John O. Pickett Jr., president of the New York Islanders. Doubleday’s offer surpassed those of Robert Abplanalp, “the aerosol-valve king,” and groups fronted by former New York mayor John Lindsay, Earl Smith, former US ambassador to Cuba, and Ed Kranepool. A month later, Frank Cashen, mastermind of the successful Baltimore Orioles teams of the late 1960s and 1970s, was named executive vice president and general manager.

Once the bowtie-wearing Cashen charged in, it was obvious the new GM would want his own man to manage, preferably one with an Orioles background. Rumors of Earl Weaver or Frank Robinson coming to New York immediately began. Torre was left twisting in the wind. He kept the club loose through the toppling of Grant and incompetence of de Roulet. But he never had the players. “I should be managing this team with an eye toward the future; but without a new contract, I can only assume they want me to win now and that’s how I’m managing.”

The strike in 1981 probably helped save Torre’s job…through that year. He was relieved of managerial duties on the final day of the season. “Joe’s only problem,” opined coach Bob Gibson, “was that he didn’t have a Bird on his hat.”

Former Baltimore pitching coach George Bamberger came out of retirement to assume the managerial reins at Shea. “I never knew it would be this bad,” he was heard to mutter after half a season with the Amazin’s. Bamberger resigned in June 1983, posting an 81-127 won-lost log. The next former Oriole to manage the Mets, Davey Johnson, named in 1984, would fare much better.

Repeating the model that worked so well in Baltimore, Cashen believed the best, and quickest, way to rebuild the franchise was as an offensive juggernaut that featured at least one “big bopper.” “No team can really be competitive without 100 homers,” he often declared (the Mets had not hit over one hundred home runs since 1976). Cashen tried several players in that role: Claudell Washington, Dave Kingman (back for a second tour of duty), Ellis Valentine, and George Foster.

Washington had one moment of glory in a New York uniform: belting three home runs on a Sunday afternoon in Los Angeles. Kingman made headlines by handing out monogrammed pens to members of the media during his introductory press conference. Valentine spent most of his time underachieving, pouting, and criticizing management. Foster came from Cincinnati amid great hype, but couldn’t produce offensively without the Big Red Machine surrounding him in the batting order. He became prime target of Shea boo-birds. All were found wanting; none really fit the bill until the emergence of Darryl Strawberry in May 1983.

By 1983, the seeds were being sewn. Seaver had returned, Strawberry, Mookie Wilson, and Hernandez were secure in the starting lineup. Still, New York again finished last in 1983. “There was improvement,” noted Cashen “but we are two or three players away.”

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Exit V. V. S. Laxman

Cricket has long been a sport associated with the aristocracy: some were born noble, some achieved nobility after they retired, and some just walk out onto the pitch as to the manor born. V. V. S. Laxman, tall and elegant, immediately struck one as a batsman who dismissed the ball off his bat rather as one might wave off a particularly clumsy butler at the dinner table. He hit the ball with as much frenzy as Madame Recamier ordering a whisky-and-soda, and yet that ball would slide silkily over the outfield with as much zip as if he’d beaten the hide off it.

After Rahul Dravid, Laxman is the second of the magnificent trio of batsmen who underpinned India’s middle order for so many years to retire. The third, of course, is Sachin Tendulkar. Laxman had been off his game for a while. One hopes that Tendulkar won’t allow his phenomenal standards to slip before he calls it a day. Here, for those who never had the chance to see him at his best, is the imperious Laxman having a little bit of fun with a cricket bat.

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The Quiet Men, Part 2

Hashim Amla

Hashim Amla: Simply the best

I (Martin) cannot heap enough praise on this South African side. Through a process of remorseless professionalism and incredible team discipline, the Proteas have marched their way up the world rankings until they now sit—uniquely—at the top of all three of the tables for the forms of cricket: Tests, One-Day Internationals (ODIs), and Twenty20s.

You don’t get to be the top unless you have genuine talent, but it’s the temperament of the players that strikes me as the crucial distinction. And no one has a better command of his skills or strength of mind than Hashim Amla, who has just become the fastest man to get to 3000 runs ever. He not only did this in twelve fewer innings than the next man (an astonishing record) but that “next man” was no less a swashbuckling crowd-pleaser than the great West Indies batsman Viv Richards. It would be hard to imagine two more different players: Amla, elegant, wristy, and recessive in personality; Richards, a brutally effective and florid strokemaker, with a swaggering personality to match. Yet, there is Amla: the best batsmen in ODIs and the second-best in Test matches, quietly commanding the heights and without a murmur slowly crushing the opposition to death.

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The Quiet Men, Part 1

Andrew Strauss

Andrew Strauss: Head down but unbowed

I (Martin) am not someone predisposed to the flashy player—the one who hits the big shots, grunts the loudest, or likes to rile up the fans with big pronouncements and faux outrage. I prefer the quiet professional, the guy who over the course of the years puts in solid (even brilliant) performance after solid (even brilliant) performance for the good of the team and the game.

Thus, it’s with some sadness that I (along with all of English cricket) say goodbye to Andrew Strauss, who retired today from all forms of the professional game at the age of 35, having been England captain since 2009 and opening the batting for the side since 2003. He’d just completed his 100th Test match and felt it was time. From all that has been said and written about him by those who know him much better than I, Strauss was clearly a decent, even-tempered man who came into the captaincy at a time when the side was rocked by a falling out between the then-coach and the then-captain, Kevin Pietersen. It’s surely not a coincidence that Strauss leaves the position when Kevin Pietersen—as flamboyant and “big” a player as you’re likely to find in any sport—is rocking the equilibrium of the England team again.

Strauss said that the Pietersen affair had nothing to do with his departure, and he’s honest (and diplomatic) enough that one can believe him. Strauss’s form and his scores had been tailing off. He knew it was time to go, he said. And go he did. He hands over the captaincy of the team to another quiet man with a similarly moderate temperament: Alastair Cook.  It remains to be seen just how he, and the rest of the England cricket establishment, deal with Pietersen.

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