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I'm Here To Talk About The Present

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

mark-mcgwire-congressThis is not what I wanted to hear.

I don't mean Mark McGwire's admission that he used PEDs itself. I did in fact want to hear that, no matter how belated, because the discussion needs to move on from side-by-side pictures of Barry Bonds's head in 1990 and 2000 — move on, specifically, to how we can put the statistics of the steroid era properly into context. The denial and the denials have gone on long enough. It happened. Players took performance-enhancing drugs. I don't like it any better than the next fan, but it's time to stop clutching our pearls and start running realistic numbers that will help us understand the performances we saw, enhanced or not.

The confession itself, then, the fact that it was made at last, I welcome, because air-quoting the word "allegedly" and shoehorning it into every conversation about McGwire had become absurd.

But I did not want to hear excuses about McGwire's injuries. I did not want to hear a recitative of the many McGwire home runs dating back to Legion ball, of which people still speak in awed tones. I did not want to hear about his maturation as an educated hitter. I did not want to hear an unprovable assertion that McGwire wanted to come clean five years ago, but let his attorneys talk him out of it.

"I took steroids. I had my reasons for doing so, but these reasons are not excuses, and in retrospect, they do not seem worthwhile. If I had it to do again, I'd make different choices. I apologize to [insert laundry list here], and I take full responsibility for my actions, including the decision not to tell the truth until now."

That is what I wanted to hear.

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Gall Of Fame: Baseball's Most Loathed Players

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

Which baseball player do you despise above (or perhaps "below") all others? Which name, upon its mention, sends your heart rate up into a hate gyre?

Do you hate the same players now that you did when you were a kid — or have other players replaced the Rich Gedmans and Von Hayeses in the blackest precincts of your heart?

cam_jefferies0615Who wins a dickfest: Dick Allen, or Barry Bonds? What if it's a douchefest? Who wins that?

Do you hate any players that you used to love because of comments they've made (or assy behavior they've engaged in) after their careers ended?

Have any of your hatreds mellowed into grudging respect?

Talk to me. Talk to me about baseball players you hate, baseball players your friends hate, baseball players your grandpa hated. Used to hate? Tell me. Want to hate, but can't? Let it out. I want to hear about the cherished loathings of baseball fandom, even if it's just you who hates the guy.

I also want to hear the ways, if any, in which the sharing of these abhorrences contributes to your experience of watching/consuming baseball. When you invite, say, Jonathan Papelbon to eat a handful of bees at the top of your lungs in the bleachers, does it make you feel a part of things? Does the ritual telling of Dave Kingman stories on the porch or at the bar contribute to your sense of being a baseball fan?

Or do you just want Dave Kingman to go very far away and take his iron glove with him?

No player too old or insignificant; no grievance too random or inconsequential. It's over a month 'til pitchers and catchers report, I've got a discussion session to plan, and I HATE KEVIN BROWN. HATE HIM. STILL. PUNCH A BEE WITH YOUR NON-PITCHING HAND, BITCHFACE. Haaaaate!

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The Vine: December 9, 2009

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

The Ask The Readers Holiday Gift Jam continues! At a loss/not feeling it this year? Let the TN readers help!

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Hey Sars,

I need some help from the readership. I need some new nightgowns for Christmas and I'd like to point the hubby to the right spot. But I have a laundry list a mile deep on this one (no pun intended). They have to be nightgowns/sleepshirts, they have to be 100% cotton, they have to have short sleeves and a v-neckline….and cover my behind. I'm a curvy girl, which adds to the mix. They can't have buttons or go past my knees — the way I sleep (like a crazy person) means I get tangled up in something too long, and the buttons just bug.

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The World's Series of Base-Ball: Discuss

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

Phillies Giants BaseballI went with an olde-timey title because Cliff Lee threw a good old-fashioned CG last night.  Can't say I love the result as a Yankee fan, but I have to give it up for the guy.

You can use this comments thread to vent, celebrate, or analyze.

(Coming shortly: today's contest harangue; the Vine; prizing updates; and answers to your emails, which I didn't get to yesterday because of the reading.  Anyone waiting on a response from me should give it 'til noon so I can dig out from under this pile o' work.)

The League Championship Serieseseses: Discuss

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

1. Jessica thinks Mark Teixeira is kinda fug.  I disagree, but he used to seem a lot cuter; he looks like he gained some weight in the face or something.  Joe R and Trog and I talked about it at some length the other night and we couldn't put our fingers on it.  And…didn't want to.

2. Here's what is definitely fug: Tex's postseason plate performance.  I have you in my pool, guy.  Please hit a baseball to a part of the field where there is no one to catch it.  Please do this a bunch of times because I like money kthxbye.

3. So…the older gentleman is too embarrassed to talk to his doctor about his erectile dysfunction, but he's a-okay discussing said embarrassment with his own reflection, on the street, in broad daylight.  And then high-fiving his reflection while eating a pleasant lunch with his soon-to-be-satisfyingly-boned wife.  I don't know if Viagra is really the medication this individual needs, but: all righty then.

4. Anything else on your mind?  See you in the comments — just as soon as I finish building my Mrs. Cliff Lee wedding registry.

Your Bill James quote du jour

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

richie_ashburn1From "Ellis, Richie and the Duke," a comparison of various HoF and HoF-argued center fielders:

Ashburn had a good year with the bat, but he was playing for the Mets, and he couldn’t see the humor in it.

It reminds me of that line, uttered by I forget whom, about Ashburn's time with the Mets…that the team lost 120 times, and 120 times Richie Ashburn went down kicking and screaming. With the benefit of hindsight, of course, the futility of that seems kind of funny to us…but Ashburn didn't know it was the 1962 Mets and that he should probably just work on his tan out there. He got mad. I admire that.

The piece (which also contains a weird simile, followed by an apology by James for listening to the country music that led to it; heh) is from James's website, which he updates quite frequently; it does have a subscription fee, but I believe it's a pittance along the lines of $3 a quarter, and if you'd like to read his treatise on the steroid era — which many many other commentators have been discussing in the last couple of weeks — it's well worth the price of admission.

The Complete Game: Reflections on Baseball, Pitching, and Life on the Mound

Monday, July 6th, 2009

I'd fooled myself into thinking I was a key part of the team, and that if there were cuts to be made they would come from the bottom. It's like that old line about being fast enough to outrun a bear in the woods: you don't have to beat the bear, you just have to outrun the guy next to you. (241)

I grabbed Ron Darling's The Complete Game at the same time I did the Hernandez book, and started it right after finishing the Hernandez, hoping to end my Mets-TV-broadcast-team reading experience on an up note. Success!

ronsiDarling's book is great — likeable, accessible, and the author doesn't take himself seriously. Even the structure works; Darling and co-author Daniel Paisner use the old inning-per-chapter set-up, but each inning corresponds with an inning Darling either pitched or analyzed on broadcast (the second inning, for instance, is the second inning Darling pitched against the Red Sox on 22 October 1986; the extra-innings section is of course the famous scoreless college-ball showdown between Darling and Frank Viola memorialized by Roger Angell for The New Yorker).

The framework could have gotten twee in a hurry — sometimes, authors don't know when to stop nudging you in the direction of the overarching org principle, never more often than in baseball books — but the conceit's execution is actually pretty cool, as Darling walks readers through a pitcher's (or manager's, or expert viewer's) thought processes as they differ from inning to inning. And he registers his opinions and observations without lecturing.

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Shea Good-Bye

Monday, June 29th, 2009

keheI like Keith Hernandez, but as a TV commentator, he has weaknesses. Leaving aside the "what's that betty doing in the dugout" incident, Hernandez tends to dwell more than I'd like on the kind of analysis Bill James calls "Old Ballplayers Never Die" — the "in my day, we used to play offense and defense uphill, both ways, in the snow, and we fought off bad hops with a loose-leaf notebook" remarks bemoaning various changes in the game.

When he's in the booth with Gary and Ron, I don't notice it as much, or it reads as an almost Catskills-humorous contrast to the better researched, less self-serious comments of the other two — and compared with the customary idiocies of Michael Kay et al. in the Yankee booth, it's practically a cold drink — but an entire book's worth is too much, and as a result, Shea Good-Bye is a disappointment. Hernandez is smarter than most ex-players and has always chosen good co-writers, and in his defense (I guess), the portentous tone is not new; he strays into I, Pompous Veteran territory any number of times in If At First as well.

It's just not leavened here, and I might not really have noticed it if Hernandez and Matthew Silverman had provided more behind-the-scenes information or a more in-depth investigation of the 2008 season. The book bills itself right on the back cover as "a behind-the-scenes look at the Mets' final season at Shea," and as individual-team seasons go, that one provided no shortage of drama on and off the field, but Hernandez doesn't tell us anything we don't know about, say, what led to Randolph's ouster, or the decision to keep Ryan Church off the DL. Hernandez is typically unenlightening about the dust-up between himself and Jose Reyes, after an on-field Reyes mini-tantrum lit the fuse on a typical Hernandez rant about manners and class in baseball today:

I won't go into specifics of my conversation with Jose on the plane after the game. He was upset; I was not. He said his piece; I said my piece. … Based on the comments Jose gave to the media, he still seems to think that I criticized him about the error. If that is really what he thinks, he doesn't get it and he never will. (127)

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Baseball book-review three-pack: American Icon, The Last Nine Innings, and Seasons In Hell

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

clemens-piazzaAmerican Icon: The Fall of Roger Clemens and the Rise of Steroids in America's Pastime is the work of four writers (Teri Thompson, Nathaniel Vinton, Michael O'Keeffe, and Christian Red), and you can kind of tell.

The tone slips in and out of a few different gears — here formal and distanced, there caustic and irreverent — and occasionally one journalist seems to step into another's way. For example, on page 370, with regard to the February 2008 Congressional hearing (the absorbing account of which is the book's highlight), we are told, "[T]he conventional wisdom was that the Democrats sided with McNamee while the Republicans sided with Clemens. This was a rather simplistic analysis of what transpired." The book then goes on to make its case convincingly by citing personal exceptions and gray shades.

Unfortunately, not 20 pages earlier (354), American Icon had propagated that simplistic analysis: "The 2005 hearing with McGwire was [...] a genuinely bipartisan effort. Republicans and Democrats couldn't agree on Iraq or taxes, but they could join together to verbally slap around Bud Selig and Donald Fehr. But by February 13, 2008, even steroid bipartisanship was ancient history, and the hearing [...] was as polarized as everything else in Washington. By the end of the day, Roger Clemens, evolution, and gay marriage had at least one thing in common: They were all issues in America's Blue State-Red State culture wars." As the tapestry of previously published New York Daily News columns that I suppose this largely is, it is quite skillfully done (a close follower of that periodical would know better than I how much here is fresh), but it never entirely shakes off that synthetic, by-committee quality.

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The Last Years of the Brooklyn Dodgers

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

erskIt starts out well. Author Rudy Marzano cuts straight to correcting misconceptions and debunking myths about the Dodgers and their fans, and the tone has a very faint sour top note — a whiff of simultaneous hauteur and beleaguerment, which is frequently the unattractive default manner for a student of something beautiful and worthy and also long dead, which Latin geeks like myself can recognize immediately because we've used it so often ourselves. Still, only a faint top note, and Marzano is in his eighties, so I don't pay much attention to it. Until page 10.

Page 10 finds Marzano setting the cultural scene for the reader. The book concerns itself with the Dodger franchise from 1950-1957, so the author gives us a bit of background on the contemporary popularity of other sports, and the effect of TV on all sports, before widening his focus to include world events:

As baseball's 1950 spring training season was beginning we as a nation proved again that we could fight a war with our left hand while the home front, as in World Wars I and II, went on with its usual concerns about things like sports, the stock market and a fascination with Hollywood sluts and their male counterparts.

Cue the Paulie Walnuts "…Ohhhh!" from yours truly. "Sluts"? Really, Uncle Rudy? But I decide I must have missed a signal, an indication that Marzano means the word sardonically.

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