“But Howell, the Orioles fan, said: ‘This is not an issue of fans not paying attention to the game. To be able to react in an instant to a broken bat or a line-drive foul coming at you at 100 miles per hour? That’s why major leaguers get paid millions of dollars. They can do that. Most fans can’t.’” ~ The Baltimore Sun, 7/13/2019
This weekend, the Baltimore Orioles announced they would extend the protective netting at Camden Yards from the dugouts to the foul poles. They are one of just a few teams who are proactively addressing fan safety with this decision.
(The Chicago White Sox, Los Angeles Dodgers, Pittsburgh Pirates, Texas Rangers, and Washington Nationals have also announced they will extend netting to the foul poles.)
The Baltimore Sun, 7/13/2019
I was included in The Baltimore Sun’s story on this decision and I appreciated having a chance to add my “two cents.”
You can read it here.
Since then, I’ve seen the blowback the team has received from some fans.
The Baseball Bloggess has a few more cents to add. Continue reading
Nashville Tennessean, 12/13/1933
“It was almost definite that the all-star baseball game, inaugurated last July, would not be repeated in 1934 as considerable opposition had sprung up.” ~ Associated Press, December 13, 1933.
Cedar Rapids Gazette, 12/14/1933
“It was also agreed by the magnates today to make the all-star major league game, inaugurated in Chicago last July, a permanent event.” ~ Associated Press, December 14, 1933.
What a difference a day makes. The 1933 All-Star game was this-close to being a one-and-done.
The opposition to the game appeared to dove-tail with a general fear about interleague play by team owners.
Clearly, a lot of owners wanted no part in a game that would affect their schedule — and profits — and interleague play, which might also affect their own team’s bottom line.
(Keeping the leagues segregated, of course, wasn’t the worst segregation going on in baseball back then … ) Continue reading
© The Baseball Bloggess, 2019
As settlers pushed into the unsettled Great Plains in the 1800s to open the land and start new lives, the harsh living conditions, backbreaking farm work, often deadly weather, and near-constant isolation took an enormous toll, often leading to mental breakdowns. They called it “Prairie Madness.”
So, all things considered, going four days without baseball is really no big thing.
And, on the plus side, the Baltimore Orioles haven’t lost a game in four days. Continue reading
Save the bullpen. That’s what they say, right? Don’t use up all your pitchers. You might need one later.
So, it wasn’t a surprise, but it was still a bummer, that John Means – the Baltimore Orioles lone All-Star rep last night – never got to play. Both sides saved some pitchers.
The American League won.
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At least John Means was available to play. He could have pitched.
The poor Washington Nationals had two All Stars – an unavailable pitcher and an injured position player.
The only Nationals that saw action last night were the Racing Presidents. Continue reading
Waiting to catch a ball …
© The Baseball Bloggess
A record 312 home runs were hit at last night’s All-Star Home Run Derby.
People got really excited about all the homers, but if you ask me, it’s sort of just a glorified batting practice and the home runs aren’t even really home runs … no one runs anywhere, no one scores a run.
According to MLB.com: “There were 24.8 miles of home runs hit in the 2019 Derby — the 312 homers totaled 130,779 feet.” Vladimir Guerrero, Jr., of the Toronto Blue Jays, alone hit 91 homers – 7.3 miles of them. (Dear Toronto Blue Jays Fans, That’s 11.75 kilometers worth.)
In case you missed it, Vlad, Jr. lost in the final round to the Mets’ Pete Alonso.
Sure, 24.8 miles of batting practice home runs is impressive. I guess.
OK, people, time for some Babe Ruth talk. Continue reading
Four summer days without baseball. That’s what the All-Star Break is.
Maybe you count tonight’s Home Run Derby and tomorrow’s All-Star Game as baseball. My friend Jay doesn’t.
All I have to do each July is send Jay this email: “Do you still hate the All-Star break?” and I get a fast reply, like this:
“I HATE the all-star break – and the all-star game which causes the all-star break. Especially now that they have extended that break to 4 days. The best thing about baseball is that it happens (almost) every day.”
I don’t mind the All-Star game, even if just one Oriole will be there. Sure, the game is sort of pointless. But, it’s sort of cute, too. Like a puppy.
Awww. Continue reading
Dear Baltimore Orioles,
I did not post here on the Fourth of July.
I took the day off. Just like you.
No need to apologize if you didn’t notice my absence. I know you were busy. Not playing, of course. But, busy. Eating. Napping. Whatever it is you do when you’re not playing baseball on the Fourth of July.
Not playing yesterday, on the Fourth of July, was a quirk in the Orioles schedule.
It was also cruel return to that empty first half of the 20th century when Baltimore had no major league team. Those were the years – decades – of emptiness, after New York stole those early Baltimore Orioles for themselves. There were no Fourth of July Orioles games … or third of July … or fifth of July … or sixth … hey, you get the picture.
So, while you Orioles were idle for 51 seasons, Babe Ruth … and Joe DiMaggio … and a rookie Mickey Mantle … got to play on Independence Day, but not you, dear Orioles. Not you.
Babe Ruth. He got to play. Continue reading
If baseball is like poetry
And, most days I think it is,
I’d have to think a minute about
What each poem truly is …
My dad never said “I love you.”
Not to me, anyway.
There was a time when dads, as a rule, didn’t say “I love you” to their children. That was just the way things were done.
It’s not like I didn’t know he loved me.
My dad taught me to love reading and basketball. He taught me that the best beer must be properly chilled and the best practical jokes must be properly executed. (My practical jokes would make my dad proud.)
My dad taught me to parallel park by handing me the driver’s handbook with written instructions, setting up two sawhorses in the yard, and pulling the massive old grain truck up beside them. “There. Park it between those saw horses. You won’t hurt anything and once you can parallel park the grain truck, you’ll be able to parallel park anything.” Then he left. (I think he just got into his tractor and drove back out into the field.)
He left me alone to figure it out.
The Cincinnati Reds tweeted today that on June 8, 1920 Reds outfielder Edd Roush was ejected for taking a nap in center field during a game against the New York Giants. He fell asleep while his manager was arguing with the umpires and was “ejected for holding up play when he does not wake up.”
(Wait, what? You already knew this Edd Roush story? Well, shame on you for not telling it to me. Do I have to wait for the Reds to tell me everything? What else aren’t you telling me?)
I thought taking a snooze in center field in the middle of a game would be the best part of this story. But, this story is so much more than a nap.
(Editor/Husband is napping as I write this. Do you see how my life hews so close to 1920’s baseball? It’s freakish sometimes.)
The Cincinnati Enquirer, 6/9/1920
I’m going to let 1920 Cincinnati Enquirer sportswriter Jack Ryder kick off this tale: Continue reading