Cabrera’s Deal and the Future of the Game

March 29, 2014

By signing an eight-year, $248,000,00 contract with the Detroit Tigers, first baseman Miguel Cabrera, who turns 31 on April 18, now jumps from a four-way tie for 9th and 10th on the annual highest salary list at $21 M to first place ahead of Alex Rodriquez at $31 M per season.

We can't blame Miguel Cabrera. The Tigers made him an offer that none of us could have refused.

We can’t blame Miguel Cabrera. The Tigers made him an offer that none of us could have refused.

They’ve got to  be kidding, right? – Yeah, for sure, there’s no way you pay a guy Cabrera’s age – and I don’t care if many see him as the arguably best hitter in baseball today – that much money over time through age 38. At 31, he could bust into that over-ripe phase at any time. But if he does, the only thing rounder than his bowlegged swinging and fielding and throwing and running efforts will be those six zeros that follow the dollar sign and the number “31” on his annual paycheck.

The really crooked thing it adds to the great Rangers and Rodriguez cash bath of recent times is the additional damage it does to the “average” salary of the not-so extraordinary roster fillers of every major league team. The Astros broke open the vault to give $12,000,000 to 31-year old Scott Feldman as a pitcher for 2014. And what’s wrong with that? – After all, the guy has a 51-56  record and a 4.62 ERA for 9 seasons in the big leagues. Shouldn’t all “near .500” career starters get millionaire bucks to pitch each season? It’s no longer a matter of “do they deserve it?” Thanks to the largesse vision of the Detroit Tigers and the plug they just gave to Cabrera, guys like Feldman should be getting even more per season from here on forward.

Who would you rather have on your roster? Scott Feldman at $12 M per? Or Walter Johnson at $9,000 per?

Yeah, I understand. Baseball has its own trinity. (1) The beautiful game it is. (2) The legendary bond that millions of us have with the game and its great teams and players., and (3) The business side.

Today, the bonds that our children form with the game, ii any, have to survive the exposure and the cynicism of the new and ever-expanding social media culture. The days of the simpler, far more naive sandlot era bond with baseball are dead and gone forever. Kids today see the game as one of the many organized seasonal activities in their lives – not as the cathedral of their dawn to dusk summer dreams on the same level that we once did. Kids today also are aware of the money and ethical issues that continuously shroud the business side of things.

So, what did the Detroit  Tigers just do to make things better for the future of the game of baseball by their business deal with Miguel Cabrera?

My hope for the future of the game we love is starting to run on fumes. Had it not been the Tigers, it would have been someone else dealing with some other superstar. If baseball survives as a business, with none of the heart that made it great, I will be grateful that I wasn’t around to see it totally happen. A worse thought – maybe it’s already happened and some of us simply don’t want to face it.

Come on, Opening Day! Hurry up and get here! At least we can put aside the weight of these heavier thoughts for the day and simply feed upon  those simpler sounds, sights, tastes, and smells of the ballpark for a little while. Hope in the name of love never dies.

 

 

When Casey Slugged the Ball

March 28, 2014
Casey at the Bat: Brighter times awaited him as the eventual Joy of a town they once called Mudville.

Casey at the Bat: Brighter times awaited him as the eventual Joy of a town they once called Mudville.

People have been searching for the famous “other side of the story” forever. This morning, on a research swipe at “Mudville” in the digital newspaper archives, I ran across this delightful article in the Leavenworth Crawford County Democrat, May 23, 1895, Page 1. Another late 19th century writer had decided to answer the other pole question posed by author Ernest Thayer in his 1885 poem, “Casey at  the Bat.” This time, a fellow named Nat Wright wrote another poem about what happened “when Casey slugged the ball.”

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“When Casey Slugged the Ball”

Of course everybody has heard of Casey: of the way he swatted ozone and the paralysis of grief that fell upon Mudville of course, everybody has heard of De Wolf Hopper. But the other side of Casey’s life has been written by Nat Wright,  of Cincinnati, as follows:

WHEN CASEY SLUGGED THE BALL

Oh, you all have heard of Mudville,

Heard of the mighty Casey, too;

Of the groans amid the bleachers

As the ball thrice past him flew;

 

But you haven’t heard the story,

The best story of them all,

Of the day in happy Mudville,

When great Casey slugged the ball.

 

Twas the day they played the Giants,

And the score stood 10 to 8;

Two men were on the bases,

And great Casey at the plate.

 

Swipe her, Casey,” yelled the rooters,

And the hero doffed his cap;

Three to win and two to tie

And Casey at the bat.

 

‘Mid a hush of expectation,

Now the ball flies past his head;

Great Casey grins a sickly grin;

“Strike one,” the umpire said.

 

Again the pitcher raised his arm,

Again the horse-hide flew;

Great Casey spat upon the ground,

And the umpire said, “strike two.”

 

“It’s a roast,” came from the grandstand,

“He is bought without a doubt.”

“He is rotten,” roared the bleachers.

“Throw the daylight robber out!”

 

“I’ll break your face,” says Casey,

“That wan wint below me knee;”

“If I miss the nixt, ye blackguard,”

“Ye won’t live long to see.”

 

The next one came like lightning.

And the umpire held his breath,

For well he knew, if Casey missed,

“T’would surely mean his death.”

 

But Casey swung to meet it,

Backed by all his nerve and gall –

Oh if you had but heard the yell

As Casey smashed the ball!

 

He caught the pigskin on the nose,

It cleared the big town lot,

It sailed above the high church tower,

In vain the fielders sought.

 

And Casey didn’t even run,

He stopped a while to talk,

And then amid the deafening cheers,

He came around in a walk.

 

And now he keeps a beer saloon;

He is mayor of the town;

And people flock to see him

From all the country round.

 

And you need not look for Mudville

On the map upon the wall,

Because the town’s called Caseyville,

Since Casey smashed the ball.

 

~Leavenworth Crawford County Democrat, May 23, 1895, Page 1.

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Right arm uniform jersey patch of the Mudville/Caseyville Nine.

Right arm uniform jersey patch of the Mudville/Caseyville Nine.

The Astros could wear this patch, but they have yet to qualify as a team that knows both the yin and the yang of agony and joy. In Houston, unfortunately, our major league experience has been all yin and yearn for 54, or all, of our big league seasons. But this is spring. And Opening Day is next week. And hope still springs eternal. Even in all the Mudvilles of this land.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Opening Day at Buff Stadium, 1947-61

March 26, 2014
Opening Day 2012: Do you feel more hopeful about the Astros now than you did two years ago? If so, uo oribably will enjoy Opening Day 2014 more any  season since 2005m

Opening Day 2012: Do you feel more hopeful about the Astros now than you did two years ago? If so, you probably will enjoy Opening Day 2014 more than any season since 2005.

These are little, but very personal memories, parts of the whole that on other levels, are way whole in themselves. They move across the visceral connections of my brain that takes in the sights, sounds, smells, feels, and tastes of being at my ballpark during my  growing-up years on that grandest day of all baseball days – Opening Day of a new hopeful regular baseball season for the mighty Houston Buffs.

(1) The beaded sight of the eighty orange, beige, and brown buffalo medallions that rimmed the outside stadium walls as we walked from our cars to the entry gates of Buff Stadium.

(2) The wafting sounds of Miss Lou Mahan on the ballpark organ as she orchestrated fans into the stands on the auditory wings of the best popular music of our times. After the last out in the ninth, we knew we could count on “Goodnight, Irene” no matter who won the game.

(3)  The unmistakable aroma of fresh pop corn, tasty ballpark hot dogs, and other more confectious treats that battled in the air for the invisible space we used to breathe ourselves into a voracious craving for all the baseball good stuff that caused our hunger nostrils to run full blast. For some, the only discernible smell was beer. Most of us also smelled the freshly cut  grass of the most brilliantly green field in the world.

(4)  We felt the firm support of wooden bench stadium seating and also the more comfortable armchair seating in the reserved and box ticket sections. We also could not miss the gentle to gusty Gulf of Mexico winds that blew in over the right  field wall toward left.

(5) And we tasted the morsels of our various cravings at the concessions stands that lay in wait for all of us in the belly of the whale that was Buff Stadium in Houston on Opening Day.

(6) It was fun in all its glory. The players lived very well on their side of the rail with all those little signs that said “no pepper games.” As for us fans. we didn’t have any comparable sign on our grandstand side of the rail, but we could have lived fine with a sign that had read “no moderation games.” . Going all out to win and having fun was all we cared about back in the day. Those were some very good years – good enough to have planted some very real memories – the kind that have lasted for 66 years and counting through today.

Memories of Mudville in Danger

March 25, 2014

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Mudville is a Baseball State of Mind that seems to be losing it's broad contact with the younger generations.

Mudville is a Baseball State of Mind that seems to be losing it’s broad contact with the younger generations.

A Brief Saturday Dialogue Between Two People at George Ranch for the Babies-Combine Game with a Two Plus Generation Age Gap:

Younger Man in Early Twenties:  “Your shirt says ‘Mudville.’ –  Is that where you’re from?”

Septuagenarian  in Mudville Jersey: “No sir. – I’m from Houston.”

Young Man: “Then why are you wearing a shirt that says ‘Mudvllle’?”

Septuagenarian: “Because it says ‘Mudville’. And it’s not a shirt. It’s a jersey.”

Young Man: “OK. Whatever. – But where is this ‘Mudville’, anyway? It’s not around here, is it?”

Septuagenarian: “It’s pretty nearby, my friend, but only if you have your mind open to see it.”

Young Man: “What?”

Septuagenarian: “Have you ever read a poem called ‘Casey at the Bat’?”

Young Man: “No.”

Septuagenarian: “Ever read any poems when you were in school?”

Young Man: “Probably. I’m not real sure.”

Septuagenarian: “Ever play baseball as a kid?”

Young Man: “Some.”

Septuagenarian: “Sometimes, ‘some’ is not enough.” Please check out ‘Casey at the Bat’ on Google when you get home.”

Young Man: “OK. Man, I will. – Meanwhile, stay cool. And good luck to Mudville today!”

Septuagenarian: “Thanks!”

 

 

 

 

 

Babies Fall Twice to Katy at George Ranch

March 23, 2014
Bob Dorrill talks with the Babies prior to Game One as Mike McCroskey goes over the ground rules in the distance next to one of two George Ranch big houses.

Bob Dorrill talks with the Babies prior to Game One as Mike McCroskey goes over the ground rules in the distance nearer one of the two George Ranch big houses.

George Ranch, Saturday, March 22, 2o14. They may only have been spring training games, but the Houston Babies still looked awful today at George Ranch against a younger and more fired up and ready to play nine from the Katy Combine. The Babies got bounced twice, by scores of 8-7 and 12-7, in games that both teams had to play with a minimum of nine players each. In fact, in the second game, Katy lost their catcher and had to borrow one of the Babies to fill that spot for them on defense. Babies manager Manager Bob Dorrill loaned Katy the defensive services of catcher Mike McCroskey  Dorrill figured, and wisely so, that the loan wouldn’t harm the Babies at all. (Just kidding, Mr. Iron Hands. You know I love you – and that the Babies wouldn’t be big babies without you.)

Houston Babies Batting – Both Games:

Babies / 2 Games

At Bats

Runs

Hits

Phil Holland

9

1

3

Bill Hale

8

3

4

Alex Hajduk

8

4

3

Zach Hajduk

7

4

2

Robby Martin

7

2

3

Larry Hajduk

7

1

5

Mike McCroskey

7

0

1

Steve Ashy

7

0

1

Bob Stevens

7

0

1

TOTALS

67

15

23

For the day, the Babies hit .343 (23/67). …. Bill Hale and Larry Hajduk both hit doubles today; Zach Hajduk hammered out a triple. … In Game One, the Babies scored 6 earned runs to the Combine’s 3, but sill lost 8-7. … In Game Two’s 12-7 loss, each club gave up 4 eared runs. …. Larry Hajduk’s team leading 5 hits and 7 RBI also make him a great candidate for MVP of the Day. … Maybe we should just name Larry Hajduk as the day’s offensive MVP for the Babies … and give the defensive MVP honors to Bob Stevens for his magnificent play in the field. … The big Babies choke today was errors. … They made 13 errors on the day! UGH!!!

Manager Bob Dorrill mused that the Babies may have been too busy thinking about their upcoming tryouts with the Sugar Land Skeeters later this same afternoon to focus on their games with the Katy Combine. (Hmmm! Maybe that’s where Bob Blair went today … to his Skeeters tryout.) All we can say, and we say it graciously with no denigration of Babies older talent, is this – if any of our older Babies players make the roster of the Skeeters, and as normally good as our guys are at vintage ball, that the Sugar Land club better have one heck of a marketing company alive and hustling 24/7 with their ticket sales plan.

"Remember the immortal words of sportsman Grantland Rice, Babies," Manager Bob Dorrill told his team after the second loss,."It isn't who wins or loses that really matters, it's how you play the game!"

“Remember the immortal words of sportsman Grantland Rice, Babies,” Manager Bob Dorrill told his team after the second loss. “It isn’t who wins or loses that truly matters. It’s how you play the game!”

What killed the Babies today was a combination of age, condition, a lack of range and speed, bad throws, and a general inability to catch the ball or throw it to the right base in time, a lack of baseball alertness on the base paths, and the overwhelming heat and humidity of a fast coming and going spring after a fairly recent exposure to a hard and cold (for Houston) winter. Our guys are all fine; they simply needed more than this one day to come out of that hibernating state of mind that most brought with them to the ballpark today.

Dave Flores (L) of Katy and the Blind Tom (R) go over the rules with Mike McCroskey (back turned).

Dave Flores (L) and George Tilson (C) of Katy and the Blind Tom (R) go over the rules with Mike McCroskey (back turned).

And that’s also not taking anything away from the Katy Combine. Dave Flores and his boys came to play and they brought some heavy bats and speedy runners with them. Hats off to Dave Flores and the Katy Combine for a job well done today. You guys gave the Houston Babies more than they could handle. Wish I had gotten all your players’ names. You guys deserve more credit than you are getting here. – Good Game, Katy!

Showing up to play for the Babies today were Mike McCroskey, who started the first game and caught the second  for both teams. Larry Hajduk played first in the opener and pitched the second. Larry worked well; he simply had no defense behind him on several occasions, but, let’s face it, he and Mac got hit hard today.

Phil Holland played a god game at 2nd base today, as is his style, and Bob Stephens made some stops in right field that would have been a credit to Captain America.

Play was intense, but the Combine did most of the hitting today.

Play was intense, but the Combine did most of the hitting today.

Bill Hale was hobbling today from some mean leg muscle pains that pretty much slowed him to a McCroskey pace as a base runner. In fairness to Bill, he was sick most of this week and could have used a little more rest to get his strength back before taking on a double-header on the first and only day of spring training on our schedule. But Bill Hale is a trooper. He wouldn’t miss a Babies game he could crawl to it. – Thanks, Bill, but take care of yourself. And tell Jo to get well too. Jo Hale, Bill’s prettier face, wife, and active Babies player had to miss due to illness today too. – Get well, Jo. We need you.

Robbie Martin, the world’s fastest old man, held down 3rd base today and looked as though he will again have his speed and athleticism for another season. Keep it up, Robbie!

Only Mama is missing from this handsome photo of Alex, Larry, and Zach Hajduk.

Only Mama is missing from this handsome photo of Alex, Larry, and Zach Hajduk.

Alex Hajduk was here to play shortstop today. This young man of 20-21 years old is nothing less than a “bad-to-the-bone” ballplayer and premier athlete. Alex came ready to play, as always,  and he really shored up the middle with Phil Holland at 2nd base and younger brother Zach Hajduk, now 18, I think, in center field. The two now young men children of Larry and Christi Hajduk have given their parents every reason to beam at the two fine gentlemen that are also their two very talented sons. – Keep it up, Hajduks. – You guys are America’s best hope.

Our last active Babies player today was Steve Ashy, a nice fellow who also works for the Sugar Land Skeeters. Welcome to our Houston version of the Elysian Fields, Steve. – We hope you will be back for more Houston Babies vintage baseball.

Missing today were Bob Blair, who came too early and then left. We could have used you today, Bob. Sorry you couldn’t get our help signals in time to find out how much we needed you. See you next time. OK?

Also missing today, in addition to Jo Hale, were: Mark Hudec, Jimmy Disch, Robert Pena, Kyle Burns, and Tom Murrah.

Hopefully, all of you missing guys will be back for the start of the season and the games that count. That happens April 12, 2014 in Sealy, Texas. The Houston Babies will travel there that morning to participate in two games, most probably against different teams. We shall also be greeted warmly and nicely fed by the planners of the Sealy Spring Festival. The event also usually includes a simulated bank robbery by Bonnie and Clyde characters driving an old Model T.  – I wonder if the bank robbery simulators realize that ATM cards and machines are sort f the banking system’s revenge for all the uninsured money they lost to bank robbers during the Great Depression?

Bob Stephens gets the Pecan Park Eale vte as Babies' Game MVP vote for his web-gem fielding in RF.

Bob Stevens gets the Pecan Park Eagle vote as Babies’  MVP on Defense for his web-gem fielding on the day in RF.

Speaking of feasts, the George Ranch people rewarded the Combine and Babies players with a food spread that only working cowboys should eat on any regular basis. We had all we want of smoked sausage, sweet ham, mashed potatoes, potato salad, corn, beans. cole slaw, cornbread and biscuits, sweet tea with cream, blueberry pie, and peach cobbler.

It was yum-yum good!

Joe Friday, Houston Comical Beat Writer

March 22, 2014
Jack Webb aka, Joe Friday

Jack Webb
aka, Joe Friday

This was the city … St. Louis. … It was Tuesday, September 18, 2012, 8:13 AM. … I was in St. Louis that day, … working the baseball beat for The Houston Comical. … My name’s Friday. … and … like most Houston newsprint sports writers … I’m a clown.

DUM-DA-DUM-DUM! … DUM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUM!

I had just left my Hilton Hotel room … and walked into the dining area on the lobby floor … looking for a cup of java and some ham and eggs. … I looked around for a place to sit. …. There wasn’t a friendly face in sight. … The tables were filled with Houston Astros.

DUM-DA-DUM-DUM! … DUM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUM!

Left with no choice … I accepted a waving invitation from Bill Brown and the television media guys. … Brownie, Jimmy Deshaies, and Greg Lucas were playing “three on a match” at a four-chair table. … They needed a joker like me to fill the hand and waive off bad luck, but still, I wondered …. how are they going to spring from bad luck in here? …. they are having breakfast in the same place as the Houston Astros?

DUM-DA-DUM-DUM! … DUM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUM!

The boys greeted me warmly. …. JD was his usual funny self … but I still wished he had held back until I downed my first cup of joe … but holding back is not his style …. he’s the funniest second banana in baseball. … If Tonto had owned JD’S wit … no one would have remembered The Lone Ranger today. … So, how did Bill Brown manage to survive the JD joke stream all these years of working with the great one and still forge to the front as a star baseball broadcaster himself? … That’s easy … a modest Brownie says … I just give the viewers who can still see me under the current cable conflict what they need … I give them in words what they can’t see with their own eyes.

Joe Friday: “Just the facts, ma’am?”

Bill Brown: “No, Joe, just the facts, man!”

DUM-DA-DUM-DUM! … DUM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUM!

Greg Lucas was there with a fantastic rep of his own as both a broadcaster and media field guy and interview champ of the first order. … to say nothing of all the on-screen work he does in other sports. … Leave it to Mr. Lucas for giving voice to a disturbing reminder. … The Astros have a chance this day to lose their 100th game of the season. … If they do, they will have managed to cross the century mark in losses for the second consecutive season.

Later that day … we all got the answer we hated to see land at Busch Stadium. … The Cards had beaten the Astros, 4-1 … the Astros were 100 plus game losers for the second straight year. … No way this could happen years in a row. … Right? After the   2012 season … Jimmy Deshaies jumped ship … lefts the ‘Stros talking heads booth for the Cubs. …. Maybe JD knew something he wasn’t telling the rest of us. … All I know is … whatever it was … he was keeping it to himself. … The rest of us figured we’d seen the of worst of what the Astros could become  in 2012. … Now we know … in March 2014 … how wrong we were.

It’s a good thing I work for the Houston Comical. … Otherwise, this job wouldn’t be very funny.

DUM-DA-DUM-DUM! … DUM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUM!

March 2014: SABR Houston Update

March 21, 2014

Houston Baseball, The Early Years, 1861-1951

Abbott: "Who plays first for the Houston Babies." Costello: "Who?" Abbott: "That's right!"

Abbott: “Who plays first for the Houston Babies.”
Costello: “Who?”
Abbott: “That’s right!”

The epic Houston baseball history book is coming soon. Researched and written by members of our local Larry Dierker Chapter, and masterfully edited by member Mike Vance, the work also includes a most insightful treatment of factors that led Houston to the major leagues by SABR member and Houston writing icon Mickey Herskowitz. The book is at the Bright Sky Publishing Company’s printer now and will be available to the public in late April. Because it is a limited edition printing, primarily intended as a service to history, you may want to consider ordering your copy now, while it is still available (period).

Funds derived from this 501 C (3) non-profit organization product will be used by the Larry Dierker chapter on other local baseball history and preservation projects.

The chapter’s book order link is listed here: http://www.houstonbaseball.org/

The SABR National Convention in Houston, Royal Sonesta, July 30-August 3

Royal Sonesta Style Houston, Texas

Royal Sonesta Style
Houston, Texas

Under the leadership of Chapter Chair, Bob Dorrill, and Convention Planning Co-Chair, Marsha Franty, plans for the gathering of 500-700 SABR members in Houston this summer are moving along very well. We will have the hotel to ourselves, with trips to other activities and ballgames at both Minute Maid Park, home of the Houston Astros, and Constellation Field, home of the independent Atlantic League’s Sugar Land Skeeters for convention attendees to enjoy. – And get this – all SABR members attending the convention will receive a complimentary copy of “Houston Baseball,” our 368 page, hard back book on our colorful new work on the  subject. It is a fine primary source history of Houston baseball that includes numerous photos and some choice artistic renderings of the city’s oldest major ball parks, as they were researched and envisioned on canvas by brilliant artist and ardent baseball fan, Patrick Lopez.

Numerous figures of importance to Houston baseball history as managers and players will attend, as well as a number of Texas-born players with strong World Series backgrounds. Marie “Red” Mahoney, a SABR member and former star in the Old American Girls’ Professional Baseball League (of Their Own) will also be there – and Astros President Reid Ryan will deliver the convention’s welcoming address. If you are a local SABR member and would like to attend – or if you are simply an avid baseball fan who has not yet joined SABR, now would be the best time in the world to do it.

Think about it – if you join SABR and/or register for the convention now – you are going to also get a free copy of the finest, biggest, baddest history of Houston baseball ever written – one that only lived as a dream until now.

Contact Chapter and Convention Chair Bob Dorrill ASAP about joining SABR and registering for the convention by:

home phone: 281-361-7874 or by e-mail: bdorrill@aol.com

Stay tuned for further developments!

Member Greg Lucas has a New Baseball Book Coming Out Soon!

Greg Lucas

Greg Lucas

Long time FOX network Astros telecaster Greg Lucas spoke at our St. Patrick’s Night meeting about his new book and it sounds like one that belongs in all baseball reader collections. “It’s More Than Just A Game” is the title. Lucas has turned his love of baseball and his voracious hunger for the impressive, but lesser known back stories of baseball history loose on this project and he has come up with what will likely be one of the most entertaining and informative books ever on baseball’s many lesser known, but most incredible people and their many quite varied accomplishments. – Stay tuned for more ordering information. The Pecan Park Eagle will  stay all over this story until ordering  information can also be published here. Real Lucas fans will not need to wait for reviews. They know what Greg is capable of producing from his work on television, So, stay in touch here – and we will keep you posted. – As for me, I will also be joyously awaiting his follow-up book. Suggested title? How about – “The Kokomo Kid Rides Again!”

Houston Babies Play Tomorrow, Saturday, March 22, 2014, at George Ranch, 10:00 AM – and again after lunch.

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Come see us tomorrow! If we don’t get flooded out by a rising creek, the Houston Babies will celebrate the second official day of spring playing vintage baseball (1860s rules) at George Ranch State Park, just south of Sugar Land on the west side of town. (Google Map it.)

The Babies was the name given to the first Houston Texas League team back in 1888, when true professional baseball finally got started in Texas fr the first season. Our Houston SABR Chapter decided back in 208 to raise the Babies from the dead and let them play again. Several of our players, managed by Bob Dorrill, are SABR members, but we also do not shun ringer athletes with youth and great playing ability on their resumes either.

The original Babies played with gloves by rules more similar to today’s game of baseball. The resurrected Babies play by 1860s rules to stay in step with the national preference for showing today’s fans what baseball was like back in it’s really early years of organized play. We use no gloves – and any ball caught on the first bounce is an out. You really need to come see how this all plays out with a few other little rule differences into a fun game for spectators and players alike.

Come see us tomorrow morning and find out for yourself. We’re hoping and expecting to get the morning game played before those predicted afternoon rains arrive – and we are hoping they come late in the day. There will be food and other things to do at George Ranch, which, in itself is like a time warp step back into the pastoral 19th century that gave birth to baseball as we know it. – So, come join us. And let us know you came by way of this invitation. We would love to hear from you.

And, if you love baseball, please consider joining SABR. You don’t have to be a math wizard or a trained historian. You just have to love the game.

So, if you fall into that broad category, please contact Bob Dorrill. Join now. And watch SABR change your baseball life for the better.

Have a nice weekend, everybody!

A Southern Yankee: Nice Diversion from MLB

March 20, 2014
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Remember, before you hand over either item – you could be shot if you make a mistake: “The paper’s in the pocket of the boot with the buckle – The map’s in the packet in the pocket of the jacket.”

In the 1948 movie, “A Southern Yankee,” the late, but still wonderful sight gag comic Red Skelton played clueless St. Louis bellhop Aubrey Filmore during the Civil War, who only finds life’s spotlight when he accidentally captures hotel guest, Major Jack Drumman, whose special finger ring reveals that he is actually the super secret spy of the Confederacy, “The Grey Spider,” a man whose stealth and intellect has eluded capture by the Union army until this clumsy private moment.

The Union General discovers a map that the Grey Spider was planning to take south that shows all the northern troop units so clearly that it could actually turn the tide for the southern cause.

Because the Grey Ghost confederate uniform fits Aubrey, Union General convinces our unlikely hero to travel back to the south disguised as The Grey Spider. Aubrey (Skelton)  will carry a new false map of Union troops and munition deployments as a strategy to undermine the Rebels through a program of disinformation.  Aubrey would also carry a secret paper message to Union front line battle strategists that explained the new plan and invited them to take advantage of the Confederacy’s new false war front information.

“What have we got to lose?” The Union leaders in St. Louis asked. “Only him,” they answered, in unified voice and glance at 26-yer old Aubrey Filmore, the newly disguised as Grey Spider man.

All said to here was setup for how Aubrey is instructed by the Union General on the importance of not confusing the two documents he carries. “If you accidentally give the Confederates our new strategy paper by mistake,” the general implies, “they will shoot you on the spot.”

“Then how am I supposed to make sure I make no mistakes?” Aubrey’s actual words and body language scream loudly.

As he points to the jacket and right boot that Aubrey is wearing, the General answers: “Easy. Just remember this much and you will be fine:

“The paper’s in the pocket of the boot with the buckle – The map’s in the packet in the pocket of the jacket.”

From there, the same movie that made me smile as a kid, moved south from St. Louis to hilarity in the land of magnolias and mint julep.

“A Southern Yankee” made one of its rare, but regular appearances on Turner Classic Movies near the midnight hour that follows Tuesday evening, but that’s what DVRs are for. – Record them so we can play them when we want. It was more fun for me early this morning, before I dove into a little work on my income tax return. I’ve always preferred to smile before I snarl.

Baseball Needs to Smile and Shine Again.

Have a good evening and a nice Thursday, everybody. I will get back to writing about baseball soon – just as soon as I can find something new to get excited about again. In the meanwhile, I will keep an eye and ear open for any of several movies that lit my fire from childhood forward. Those spirits, and the ancient tales of baseball’s immortals and our local Houston Buffs never grow tired in my heart and soul, but I am going through a little tedium-dullness with the 2014 game from the lack of romantic mystery in today’s culture and the too visible presence of the ugly, self-serving and soul-sucking business side. When a business contract governing which money-monger group gets the biggest slice of the media pie is strong enough to keep most baseball fans from possibly seeing the Astros play for two critically important years, there is something rotten to the core that needs to be dug up and dumped, along with all those who put money so far ahead of the game’s bond with the people. We fans derive no growth in spirit from unaddressed putrification and decay.

Better yet, baseball fans who also may be having trouble finding the old spring baseball mojo this year, please check out something that made you smile in your own past. And go get it. It’s still there, if you know how to look.

Random Tuesday Morning Thoughts

March 18, 2014
Time Traveler One

Time Traveler One

1) In separating ourselves from St. Patrick’s Day by only a few hours now, we pause to ask: Why is it the Irish never take an iron to their shamrocks? The answer is simple. They don’t wish to press their luck.

2) Now here’s a combo medical and philosophical question:  If Tommy John had once gone through his now famous operation with a plastic surgeon, and not an orthopedic doctor, would all those pitchers who have since had the same “Tommy John” procedure have come out of the operating room also looking like him?

3)  “As a batter, I wondered why the ball kept getting bigger. – Then it hit me.”

4) A few years ago, field goal kicker Russell Erxleben of the New Orleans Saints, by way of UT in college, was having an horrendous first NFL season, missing chip shot after chip shot FG attempt, and not performing at all like the first round draft choice that he had been. The reporters were all over him, asking questions that covered the ground on everything from technique and his physical/mental shape to do the job. One day, a reporter finally pushed to know if his frustrations ever carried him close to considering suicide.

Erxleben then dropped one of the best answers upon a feckless reporter we’ve ever heard.

“I tried suicide in my mind,” Erxleben said, “but the thought went wide and to the right.”

5) “Freudian Slips” basically are unconscious slips of the tongue. Sometimes they are even better when the internal forces that set them in motion cause the speaker to actually misspeak or restructure the words he or she is using. Here are three examples:

(a) an LA radio reporter on the arrest of a jewelry store robber: “The arrest was made by Lieutenant Frank Percival, a defective of the Los Angeles police farce.”

(b) Richard Nixon, late 1960s, after another former president, Lyndon Johnson, had been quite forcefully showing him around the new LBJ Library in Austin: “A few moments ago,” Nixon began his dedication ceremony remarks, “as President Johnson was throwing me around the Library, …”

(c) In undergraduate school at UH, I once approached a girl who had become the distant object of my admiration in our student gathering spot, The Cougar Den, with what I hoped would be a simple straightforward introduction, but my unconscious mind ran things awry: “I don’t believe I’ve ever made you,” I offered. “No, and I don’t think you ever will,” she answered.

6) Once upon a time, a woman came to see me as a patient for the first time, but with a familiar complaint: She feared that her husband was fooling around and that he might soon leave her. On this day, however, that lady was followed by another new patient. She wanted to leave her husband, but feared that he would not let her go. Over fifty years of service as an individual  therapist and marriage and family counselor, I have been enriched by the constant opportunity for exposure to a couple of life’s major lessons: (a) people can’t always get what they want, but they usually don’t like the idea of feeling deprived when it comes to their sometimes extreme and unworkable needs for love or freedom; and (b) people often want the opposite of what they have because they think that is what is missing to the satisfaction of their lives. And I’m still not sure who has written the most to clarify these two salient points in life, psychologist Carl Jung or rocker Mick Jagger.

Time Traveler Two

Time Traveler Two

7) Baseball is the only American team game that is truly dedicated to forever. And, as for its past, for people like me, the search for the multiple roots of baseball is far more fun than our reach for greater understanding of The Big Bang and its meaning to life as we know it today.

8) When the movie, “It Happens Every Spring,” with Ray Milland,  about a college professor who accidentally invents a wood repellant substance and then uses it to lead St. Louis in false identity to a World Series victory came out in 1949, Baseball Commissioner Happy Chandler wasn’t happy about MLB offering any support to a film that shows one team excelling with the help of a foreign substance. As a result, St. Louis was not allowed to use the familiar Cardinal uniforms and caps. They had use jerseys that simply read “St. Louis” across the chest and they wore caps that bore only the initials “ST.L” on the front panel. Their ballpark was not called Sportsman’s Park. A simple “St. Louis Stadium” had to suffice.

Fortunately, the movies was simple to funny and well done to fail. Modern fans are left to wonder as they watch: How can a pitcher get away with using a glove that has a hole in the pocket the size of a half-dollar? And what about the wet sponge behind the hole? And don’t those other teams ever wonder about those curves that can do a 180 degree jump at a 90 degree up, over and down the stick at 85 MPH? How about the fact that, well, the guy that threw the ball – also threw it like a girl? Doesn’t anybody want to see the ball – or “King Kelly’s” glove? Apparently not.

Then, when the Series is won – and Kelly has to retire with a right pitching hand injury that ends his career on the last out play of the Series off a catch up the middle, he goes back to his small town college and is given a band and people celebration at the little home town where he’s known by his real name, Dr. Vernon Simpson. – And, of course, that happy celebration leads to no investigation by either the commissioner or the media. 🙂

"I ... CAN'T GET NO .... SATISFAC ...TION!" - MIKE JAGGER

“I … CAN’T GET NO …. SATISFAC …TION!” – MIKE JAGGER

9) “Houston Baseball, The Early Years, 1861-1961”, our SABR chapter book on the early history of baseball in Houston has now gone to print. It is expected to be available sometime in the third week in April, but all interested buyers can get their pre-orders placed through our website now and save money.

The site link is http://brightskypress.com/product/houston-baseball/

10) “It’s More Than Just A Game” by broadcaster Greg Lucas will be available soon. Lucas has turned his love of baseball and his voracious hunger for the impressive, but lesser known back stories of baseball history loose and he has come up with what will likely be one of the most entertaining and informative books on baseball’s many lesser known, but most incredible people and their many quite varied accomplishments. – Stay tuned for more ordering information.

"I COULD NOTDERIVE ANY SATISFACTION EITHER, BUT LOOK AT MY HANDS! - I SHOULD HAVE PLAYED BASEBALL! .... I COULD HAVE THROWN ANY ITCH IN THE BOOK AND PUT SOME JUNGIAN HONEY ON IT TO BOOT!' - DR. CARL JUNG

“I COULD NOT DERIVE ANY SATISFACTION EITHER, BUT LOOK AT MY HANDS! – I SHOULD HAVE PLAYED BASEBALL! …. I COULD HAVE THROWN ANY PITCH IN THE BOOK AND PUT SOME JUNGIAN HONEY ON IT TO BOOT!’ – DR. CARL JUNG

And have a nice Tuesday, everybody! Here’s a little poem that fits in with some of the subject matter above. It wrote itself through me as a young man while I was batting my own head against that ancient wall of misunderstanding we often have about looking for our “other half” in the soul of another. It describes the lesson that leads to the freedom we need, to have or have not, a soul mate:

Destiny’s Demise

You were not the rest of me,

And I was not your destiny,

But coming on like destiny,

Desperate for the rest of me

Almost got the best

… of me and you.        

(copyright)

A St. Patty’s Day HOF Team

March 17, 2014
March 17, 2014

March 17, 2014

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Everybody!

Picking a St. Patty’s Day Hall of Fame Team was like shooting fish in a barrel from the roster of members. Go there and pick your own. You may come up with a completely different set of names, but I will go with those listed below:

http://baseballhall.org/hall-famers/members/bios/a?lname=&cat=All&negro=All&pos=All&team=&state=All

The Pecan Park Eagles’s St. Patty’s Day Hall of Fame Team:

Pitcher – Joe “Iron Man” McGinnity

Catcher – Mickey Cochrane

1st Base – Jim Bottomley

2nd Base – Eddie Collins

3rd Base – John McGraw

Shortstop – Hugh Jennings

Left Field – Ed Delahanty

Center Field – Hugh Duffy

Right Field – Willie Keeler

Manager – Connie Mack

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Our St. Patrick’s Day Wish to All:

May Your Roof Never Fall In – And Those Beneath It Never Fall Out!