Baseball, From April Hope to Late May Mope

April 23, 2013
Minute Maid Park: Home of the Houston Astros (Certain architectural obstructions to the sight lines were not present when this picture was taken.)

Minute Maid Park: Home of the Houston Astros (Certain obstructions to the architectural sight lines were not present when this picture was taken.)

Well, sometimes it doesn’t take a long month for the bloom to be off the rose of a club’s chances for a miracle, especially when they go out fall behind by 14 to 0 in the second inning of the seventh game of the season, as the 2013 Houston Astros did in their 19-6 home loss to the supposedly puny Cleveland Indians on Saturday May 20th.

Where is wild 1,000 to 1 crazed hope to go from there, but back into the bottle with the drunken genie that released its blue flame in the first place?

Their crushing loss was hardly the worst in modern major league baseball history in regular season games. That one came to life rather recently, when the 2007 Texas Rangers trampled the Baltimore Orioles by 30 to 3.

http://scores.espn.go.com/mlb/boxscore?gameId=270822201

Ouch!

Nobody really had any reasonable or rational hope for the Astros this year, not with the lowest payroll of prospects and nobodies and the club moving into the American League and the biggest overall banger division in baseball, but still … and “still” is a big holdout word that spawns easily in the irrational, untested waters that part from spring training.

“Still”, the Astros look great in their in their new orange-refreshed traditionally styled uniforms; “still”, the kids are out there playing with fire this spring under the driving, positive beat of new manager Bo Porter; “still”, baseball is the long season and anything is possible and we believe in miracles; and, “still”, maybe GM Greg Luhnow is sane and everybody else is nuts about this Frankenstein monster he’s building; and, just “maybe” it will “still” get here this year and we won’t have to wait until 2015 to begin seeing measurable progress.

Wrong!

The problem with building a nursery for unwarranted hope for a baseball team is that the energy has to go elsewhere once the realization sets in from the actual and regular loss of games (sometimes, embarrassingly so) that “it ain’t going to happen” and to a place where it takes on a new form. In its most reduced form, that means the energy from spring hope most likely transforms to some kind of finish-the-season mope.

The transformation for management, the coaches, and the players shouldn’t be too hard. 2013 can simply become full-bore what it probably already was – an extended version of a tryout and training camp that lasts 162 games. The big change for fans is a little different this year because of the cable TV package which keeps 60% of us from even seeing the games at home.

People with Comcast TV service and season ticket holders must decide for themselves if actually watching Astros games this year is entertainment or torture. The rest of us who cannot watch the games at home are freer to continue our drift away from the Astros to other things.

As a lifelong baseball fan and loyal Houstonian, I’ll take the game without the money strings. If I’m expected to hold up my hands and surrender to their television package prices, just so I am able to watch this team play, I’m pretty much ready to cut bait on exploitation and just focus my baseball interests on research, writing, and the vintage game of the Houston Babies.

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Life’s too short for anything that tampers with our love of the game – the one that many of us once found on the sandlots of America.

The Great Rollie Finger is Also a Great Guy

April 22, 2013
Rollie Fingers, Bill McCurdy, and Larry Miggins dining at the Masraff's MLBPAA event in Houston on April 21, 2013. - Photo by Jim Foor

Rollie Fingers, Bill McCurdy, and Larry Miggins dining at the Masraff’s MLBPAA event in Houston on April 21, 2013.
– Photo by Jim Foor

Last night I was honored to have been invited to the Major League Baseball Players Alumni Association Dinner at the wonderful Masraff Restaurant at 1753 Post Oak near the Galleria by my old Houston Buff and St. Louis Cardinal friend, Larry Miggins. As a bonus, and as a tribute to the outgoing nature of the sociable Mr. Miggins, the next thing I knew we were having dinner with the only Hall of Famer in the house, the great reliever, Rollie Fingers. If Brooks Robinson, or any of the other HOF inductees, was present, we never laid sight upon him – or them.

Go figure.

At age 66, Rollie Fingers now lives in one of those homes that borders a Las Vegas golf course. He is in town to play in the big league group’s golf tournament that raises money and awareness to the need for early detection and treatment of prostate cancer through cause championed by the Masraff family that hosts the dinner activity.

A number of familiar Houston baseball figures and several out-of-towners were in attendance: I personally spoke with Bob and Ken Aspromonte, Carl Warwick, J.R. Richard, Phil Garner, and Larry Dierker, and spotted, but never caught up with Bob Watson. Also back in Houston from their extended time in Asia were Jim and Sandy Foor. Jim is a former MLB pitcher with the Detroit Tigers and Pittsburgh Pirates, and, we’re also proud to say, a former player for the Houston Babies vintage baseball team. As GM of the Babies, and now that I know he is back, we have invited Jim Foor to rejoin our Babies club, starting with our next big game day, May 18th in Galveston. Hope he takes us up on it. We miss his ability, we miss his smiling sense of humor and presence on the field, and we definitely miss Sandy, the best cheerleader we ever had.

As for Mr. Fingers, We can only wish the Babies could recruit him too. His numbers speak for themselves: 17 years in the big leagues (1968-85); 114 wins, mostly in relief; a career ERA of 2.90; 1,299 K’s in 1701.1 IP; and 341 saves. He took the Cy Young Award in 1981; he registered numerous seasonal awards as a reliever over the years; and he played on seven All Star teams. Oh yeah, Rollie Fingers was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1992.

He is all of that and a man who takes on company as a very nice guy to break bread with for one unlikely paths crossing night on the road of life too. Thanks for being the kind and friendly person you are off the field, Mr. Fingers. I’m sure the experience wasn’t the same for all those batters that had to face you on the mound in the 9th inning of so many critical games during your playing career.

Rollie hasn’t yet seen “42”, the new movie about Jackie Robinson, but he is 100% behind the need to keep people’s awareness clear on the contributions and trials of the great Dodger color line breaker. Fingers recalled that even in 1967, when he and fellow future Hall of Famer Reggie Jackson both were playing for Birmingham on assignment by the MLB Athletics, that there were still numerous restaurants in the South that refused service to blacks – and that Jackson would be turned away.

That old world is never that long ago or faraway. Sometimes, with some people, you simply have to listen to them talk long enough to realize that it’s still sadly here. “42” is a well-done blow against ignorance and the hatred it spawns.

Rack up another golden memory in the getting-longer meandering life of the Pecan Park Eagle. We will keep this one forever.

Babies Lose Edge, Drop 2 at Katy Festival!

April 21, 2013
The looks on the faces of Houston Babies SS Robert Pena (L) and left fielder Alex Schmelter speak for the whole team as the leave fields after one of many tough innings on defense.

The looks on the faces of Houston Babies SS Robert Pena (L) and left fielder Alex Schmelter speak for the whole team as they leave the field after one of many tough innings on defense.

The Houston Babies drove west on I-10 Saturday morning with every intention of starting 2013 where they left off in 2012, but it wasn’t to be. Somewhere in the Highway 6 intersection area, their Grade A Vintage Base Ball Game skills fell off the team bus and things just went from there as all things go when you hit the top of the hill with no brakes – As you must have figured, knowing our Babies and our roster, the trip down into the Valley of Abject Defeat wasn’t much fun. Although, we were deeply moved by the opening day ceremonies.

The Katy group ordered a moment of silence in honor of our late team leader, Larry Joe Miggins. The colors were presented and first pitches thrown out by two 90-year old veterans of World War II (one of Normandy) and both of UT baseball in the early 1940s. One of the gentlemen had once caught the great Bobby Layne, a pretty fair college pitcher, but a lights out Hall of Fame QB in the NFL. I regret that I do not have their names. That big “E” is on me.

Back to vintage base ball, 1860s rules version: Even though the team won the coin toss for home field advantage in both their 10 AM and 12 NOON games against the Katy Combine and the Boerne White Sox, the games finished up as follows:

Katy Combine (aka “Floresville”) 5 – Houston Babies 3.

Boerne White Sox 10 – Houston Babies 5.

Let’s be merciful here, folks. Whereas, most teams are loaded with with “prospects” and “suspects”, the Houston Babies are a roster filled mostly by “artifacts”, players who love the game, but who also remember when FDR was president. We can give it our all – just not everyday. And Saturday, April 20, 2013, was definitely not one of those days.

When you can’t hit, catch, throw, run, or get all the way to the dirt on ground balls, bad things happen that quickly lead a team to the outcome file in which the prospect of winning is now an overwhelming improbability. That’s what happened to the club yesterday.

But we’ll be back. On one of our golden days, the Houston Babies can still beat anybody.

"You can't roller skate or win a game pitching in a buffalo herd." Larry "Buffalo" Hajduk (0-1) followed Bob Blair (0-1) to the mound in two  complete game losing efforts when neither hurler gave up an earned run.

“You can’t roller skate or win a game pitching in a buffalo herd.” Larry “Buffalo” Hajduk (0-1) followed Bob Blair (0-1) to the mound in two complete game losing efforts when neither hurler gave up an earned run.

With little help in the field, Bob Blair (0-1) took the loss against Katy; and Larry Hajduk (0-1) took the defeat against Boerne. According to official scorer-player Jo Hale, neither Blair nor Hajduk gave up an earned run in their two complete game losses. Does that tell you anything?

As we said, it was just one of those days when little went right. To be fair too, luck was out the window for the Babies on defense. The one-bouncers were mainly those short twisting kind that bounced unpredictably, whereas, the one-bouncers the Babies hit to the other teams mostly went straight to the fielders on easy one-bounce paths.

Kyle Burns had the we-gem catch of the day.

Kyle Burns had the web-gem catch of the day. in deep center field.

Kyle “Third Degree” Burns, the Babies center fielder, made a brilliant catch on one ball hit over his head that he had to secure at a galloping pace for the first bounce catch going away. The other “web-gem” play of the day was third baseman Bill Hale’s infield grab and behind the back flip to second for a successful force out play.

Bill Hale pulled off the web-gem total play of the day with a behind-the-bak toss to second for a force out.

Bill Hale pulled off the web-gem total play of the day with a behind-the-back toss to second for a force out.

On offense, the Babies got back into the old pattern of hitting those arching flies that make easier-to-catch first bounces straight at fielders, while otherwise, they kept hitting easy pop flies and infielder grounders. The Houston boys also ran themselves out of scoring chances with some daring dash attempts that might have worked thirty years ago, but were doomed to reality-wheel-failure in 2013.

On the day, six Babies had multiple hits: Kyle Burns had 4; Phil Holland had 3; Bill “Slick” Hale had 3; Robert Pena had 2; Robbie Martin had 2; and Alex Schmelter had 2. With Mike  McCroskey singling against Boerne and his fleet-footed daughter Meghan running for him, the Babies were able to produce a run that got them off the zero-schnid. Had it not been for the younger McCroskey, the Babies might not have broken into the scoring column in the loss to Boerne.

Thank you, Meghan McCroskey!

Mike McCroskey: He's what baseball had in mind when they invented the "DH".

Mike McCroskey: He’s what baseball had in mind when they invented the “DH”.

After the game, we had a brief morale meeting, but we quickly disbanded when none of us could find any. On the bright side, we just wrote it off as one of those days. Contrary to rumor, no Houston Babies vintage club players were issued bus tickets to our minor league vintage farm clubs at Oklahoma City, Corpus Christi, or Lexington.

At least, not yet.

Just kidding. We’ll get better and have our kind of day again. We have to improve. Our next big games are “by the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea” in Galveston at 6:00 PM on May 18th. Stay tuned for further details.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out.

Ditto!

Ditto!

Boerne  Wins The Day at Katy. Monday, April 22, 2013. This just in from Tom Flores of the Combine and Katy Festival group: The Boerne White Sox (2-0) went back to the San Antonio era the big vintage ball winner of the day by taking an 11-10 win over the Katy Combine (1-1) in a 2:00 PM Saturday, April 20th game shortened to 6 innings so that the visitors could get home at a reasonable hour. With the Houston Babies already in the barrel at (0-2) on the day, the fearless Boerne group went home with the best record on the day.

In behalf of the Katy Festival, Tom Flores also thanks all the teams for helping make it another great spring event in the name of all things good about our community, our state, and our nation.

Houston Babies Base Ball Today, April 20

April 20, 2013

Katy Festival 2

Sorry for the late notice, but try to make it out to Katy this morning, anyway.

The Houston Babies vintage base ball team (playing in costume of the 1860s-rules times, without gloves) will join with the Katy Combine and the Boerne White Sox in a round-robin tourney today at the Katy Festival to celebrate the sport, the start of spring, and the importance of our community with each other – something that was brought home to us in a chilling way by the separate tragedies in Boston and West, Texas.

The action starts at 10:00 AM today, Saturday, April 20, 2013 and the vintage ball games run pretty much through 3:00 PM in the afternoon, with other things going on during and after the games and plenty of good food choices too.

The three teams play each other in games that start roughly at 10 AM, 12 PM, and 2 PM, with time off in between games for rest, food, and drink. We never know who plays first or last until we all get there, but the first game always takes on the aura of any big Opening Day with the presentation of the flag, an invocation, a singing of the National Anthem, and other lively ballpark music. It’s just fun and tradition – the way fun and tradition used to stream from every small ballpark in the nation.

We know it’s short notice, but please come!

Katy Park is easy to find. Just head down the main drag through old downtown Katy until you get to Avenue D and turn north. When you reach Franz Road a few blocks later, you will quickly see to the right that you have reached Katy Park.

Come on out, people – and help us shout in spring and the vintage base ball season for our favorite teams!

GO BABIES!

GO COMBINE!

GO WHITE SOX!

GO AMERICA!

The Houston Babies Are Ready!

The Houston Babies Are Ready!

The Best and Worst Commercials Today

April 20, 2013

TV_Advertising

BEST: Father Cons Teenage Daughter Out of Her Fast Food Chicken Dinner: A father is talking with his teenage daughter across the family kitchen bar, where the girl is munching away on what appears to be something like Chicken Nuggets. (Not sure.) “Dad,” says the girl, “you’re not getting any of my Chicken Nuggets. OK?” – The home phone rings. Dad answers. “Oh, Hi, Chuck. Yes, she’s right here. – “I’ll take it in my room,” says the girl, as she rushes away to speak with her boy friend. – Enter Mom. “Who was that on the phone?” Mom asks. “Telemarketer,” Dad says, as he ploughs into the box of abandoned chicken.

PRODUCT? It’s either KFC or McDonald’s. They haven’t hit my saturation point on product retention and sometimes I don’t really have one.

WORST: Vegetarian Boy Friend Invited to Family Dinner by Teenager: Everything about it is absurdly annoying. This only child teenage girl comes home twenty minutes before a family luncheon and announces to her mother that she has invited her vegetarian boy friend to join them. She is anxious because he cannot eat the meat dishes her mother is almost finished preparing. Instead of telling her daughter to grab her allowance and take the boy friend to a salad bar, Mom flies into a Google search for “quick vegetarian recipes” and changes her whole meal plan to one that please everyone, but dear old Dad, who stares unhappily at his plate and the boy friend at the dinner table as the visitor, daughter, and Mom all scarf it down as though it were delicious.

Product? After 100 or so involuntary viewings as a result of my TV surfing habit while simultaneously writing, I’m not totally sure. It’s either Google or AT&T Internet services.

My Analysis: I can see the analytical thread that runs through my picks for the currently best and worst TV commercials, even if I have been out of the child-rearing era of my life for a few years now. In my best pick, Dad gets the best of his food-misering daughter. In my worst pick, Dad is the typical TV out-of-the-loop father, who experiences all the results and none of the active consideration in everything that happens within the family.

My own experience as a father was what I hope I still am: I don’t have to be right about everything because I never was and never will be – right about everything. On the other hand, I’m also pretty darn sure that I’m not always wrong about everything, either, and that I do choose to be in the family loop on decisions that affect us all.

Now, when you can juggle and balance that kind of resolution in your mind, it also becomes possible to write and watch television at the same time.

Personal Memories of the Texas City Disaster

April 19, 2013
Texas City, April 16, 1947: It wasn't a day for spear-grass harvesting

Texas City, April 16, 1947: It wasn’t a day for spear-grass harvesting

As a result of the monster fertilizer plant explosion in West, Texas near Waco yesterday, an article on the Web now reminds us of the fact that this week is also the 66th anniversary of the “Texas City Disaster”, the worst industrial explosion in American history.

On Wednesday, April 16, 1947, a ship loaded with ammonium nitrate docked at the Port of Texas City burst into flames from a worker smoking near the dangerous cargo, unleashing a massive explosion of the ammonium nitrate that killed approximately 576 people, as its force also leveled 1,000 buildings in the little city on the bay north of Galveston.

As a third-grade student at St. Christopher’s Catholic School in southeast Houston, I remember it well.  We were maybe 35-40 miles north of where it all unfolded on a day like so many days of tragedy. It was one that started as ordinary and predictable, filled with memories that would have otherwise been lost by now, had it not been for what happened on the larger stage of life that early spring day.

I don’t recall the moment of explosion. Perhaps, it may have happened even prior to the time that school began. I just don’t know. I only recall that by afternoon, we were all aware as we could be as children that something big and bad had happened at Texas City.

In 1947, St. Christopher’s was located on Moline in Park Place, at the point where Broadway and Winkler Drive once came together before there was anything known as the Gulf Freeway or I-45 South. The opening of that great answer to Houston’s transportation needs would open in 1948, eating up most of the byway known as Winkler and forcing St. Christopher’s by eminent domain to start moving its campus a couple of blocks further east up Park Place Boulevard by 1951.

On that Wednesday in 1947, it started with the sound of sirens of vehicles heading south on Winkler. The nuns either had a radio or received a phone call because, at some point, we were told that there had been a “terrible explosion” in Texas City. We were asked to join together in prayer for the people who had been in harm’s way.

It still had not registered as “disaster” by the time we went to recess. Some of my buddies and I had planned to hunt spear-grass at recess, and spear-grass hunting in the spring was important to our mission of having fun. For those who don’t know, “spear-grass” was our term for a kind of wild grass that I’m sure still grows in certain wild spots of land in the Houston east end.

We never developed deep enough into science to learn botanically its precise name, but “spear-grass” bore these attractive qualities: It had a long sturdy stem and a pointed head. If you peeled all the leaves from the stem, it actually functioned (when thrown through the air) like a miniature spear, easily sticking to the pants, dress, shirt, or blouse of an unsuspecting classmate. It even worked in class, if you had the guts to risk getting caught and the stealth to pull it off just as your Dominican nun teacher was turning to write something on the blackboard.

Timing was everything. It took about two seconds for a nun dressed in all those black and white robes and headdresses to make a complete turn to or from the blackboard, plus, you had to figure in how much time it was going to take for her to do her business with the chalk. Then you had to select a target that wouldn’t tell on you, if you got caught. That meant: Don’t throw spear-grass at any of the girls. They always told sister when they knew you did it. And don’t let any of the girls catch you throwing spear-grass at any of the other boys in class either. They would turn you in for that one too.

April 16, 1947 was not a day for spear-grasss harvesting or hunting. By the time we got outside to recess, we could see the large black cloud rising in the sky to our south down the Old Galveston Road. How could something that far away now seem so much closer than it did only a few moments ago. We didn’t know what to make of it, or say about it, but it suddenly was scary real. Several of us just stood in the far playgrounds of our school that day, shielding our eyes from the sun with our hands, watching the black smoke rising on the horizon, and listening to all the sirens of fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars that kept rushing south past St. Christopher’s the rest of the day.

As for the spear-grass sport, I don’t remember much about it after that day. I like to think that maybe I was ready by then to learn that being a minor nuisance to others is not the best way to go in a world that includes really horrendous torments like the Texas City Disaster.

But probably not. I never caught any of life’s major lessons in the air or on first bounce.

Today I just try to bring whatever honest and good I can find, with a sense of humor whenever possible, to wherever I go. If the Pecan Park Eagle ever starts to feel like “spear-grass” to you, just let me know and I will stop flinging it your way.

The prayers and best thoughts of the Pecan Park Eagle go out to the people of both West, Texas and Boston. It’s been a tragic week, but one we shall survive in stronger resolve to overcome all the evil and dangerous forces out there.

The Ball of the Game That Is Our Joy

April 18, 2013
On the sandlots, we used to play with baseballs until we knocked their covers off. Then we taped them up and put them back into play.

On the sandlots, we used to play with baseballs until we knocked their covers off. Then we taped them up and put them back into play. It was our world and our way of doing things.

          Today the Pecan Park Eagle is taking a look at the baseball itself, that little round instrument of rolling, soaring, cannon-fired passion that makes all of our time with the game of baseball itself whatever joy it is we find it to be.
          If you are interested, these first three resources will open your mind to numerous observations and questions. The first, which SABR friend Bob Dorrill sent me earlier this week, is a quick video on how baseballs are made today. It is an awesome review of all the thought and effort that goes into the production of a product that is bound tight to stringent physical qualifications before it is ever placed into everyday use.
          The second feature is a short article on the production of baseballs today in Costa Rica. Points of economic and worker health consideration jump off the page. Does a ball stamped with the name of Bud Selig upon it really justify a multiple 6 increase in the retail price of the product?
          The third item simply states the precise sizing outcomes that are both expected and produced as a result of the manufacturing process.
          (1) How Baseballs Are Made, A Brief Video …
http://www.reliableplant.com/view/25724/how-baseballs-are-manufactured
          (2) Where Baseballs Are Made, A Brief Article on the Costa Rica Workers …
http://www.reuters.com/article/2010/03/09/us-costarica-baseballs-idUSTRE62831Z20100309
          (3) The critical size and weight of the official MLB baseball are as follows …
          The rules of Major League Baseball, section 1.09 states: “The ball shall be a sphere formed by yarn wound around a small core of cork, rubber or similar material, covered with two stripes of white horsehide or cowhide, tightly stitched together. It shall weigh not less than five nor more than 5 1/4 ounces avoirdupois and measure not less than nine nor more than 9 1/4 inches in circumference. …”mincirc = 9 inches
maxcirc = (9 + 1/4) inchesminweight = 5 ounces
maxweight = (5 + 1/4) ounces”
          Each baseball shall also be finally assembled by exactly 108 stitches to the two pieces of leather that join all of its contents together.
          Moving forward, the mysteries and ironies of the baseball shall most likely go on forever. Each ball is a precisely weighted and sized item that mysteriously comes in at 5 ounces in weight and 9 inches in circumference more often than not at the end of the manufacturing day. Each baseball is made by skilled pittance-pay workers, many of whom that have no real knowledge or interest in the game, and made for billionaire baseball club owners and millionaire baseball players who could not begin to grill themselves in comfort and luxury without the blood, sweat, and tears product of the “little big” men and women of Costa Rica who make the ball itself.
          What do you think? And how would we ever fill our endless requirement for new baseballs if we again had to manufacture them in the USA? Americans are not going to become blind-stitch artists for $1.60 an hour and a future in rehab almost guaranteed for the treatment of worn out shoulder tissue.

The Active Astros Exes Starting Lineup

April 17, 2013
"NOW BATTING FOR THE FORMER ASTROS .... IT'S PENCE .... HUNTER PENCE .... THE RIGHT FIELDER!"

“NOW BATTING FOR THE FORMER ASTROS …. IT’S PENCE …. HUNTER PENCE …. THE RIGHT FIELDER!”

Just eyeballing the Houston Chronicle Box Scores and occasionally going to MLB.com, here’s a starting lineup of some active former Astros players who might be able to win a game or two for Houston if they were still around and not been written off as the past with no role in the future:

(1) Michael Bourn, CF (Indians) – .333

(2) Jed Lowrie, SS (Athletics) – .357

(3) Lance Berkman, 1B (Rangers) – .389

(4) Hunter Pence, RF (Giants) – .263

(5)  J.B. Shuck, LF (Angels) – .333

(6) Luke Scott, DH (Rays) – .324

(7) Ben Zobrist, 2B (Rays) – .302

(8) Ty Wigginton, 3B (Cardinals) – .167

(9) Humberto Quintero (Phillies) – .182

(10 SP) Wandy Rodriguez (Pirates) – (1-0, 1.00 ERA)

Notes: I’m taking a chance on Lance at 1st to get Luke into the lineup as DH. If Lance can’t handle the field, we can always switch their positions. Luke can play some first base too. – Ben Zobrist is now playing mostly outfield, but he has a lot of experience in the infield and a full season at second base – which is where I’m putting him.

I don’t have much time this morning, but all suggestions are welcome for how we can make this lineup even stronger, based on this year’s stat results. Wiggy and Q are presently the weak sticks on the field. Nothing new about that.

One other criterion note: I did not use any former Astros who left the club by their own choice. That eliminated guys like Carlos Beltran from consideration.

Our Numbers Game

April 16, 2013

Black and white numbers background

Unlike other teams sports, and as we already know, baseball turns on the wheels of numbers, and not upon the hands of the clock.

Whereas, the winner in games like football, basketball, hockey, and even soccer are determined by which team has the highest score at the end of a prescribed period of playing time, baseball does it differently. In baseball, the winner is the team that has the highest score only after 27 defensive plays called “outs” are recorded in the field.

Question: How long does it take to get an out?

Answer: As long as it takes.

Outs have nothing to do with clocks. You either get them, based upon the rules of the game that tell us all the ways that outs are possible, or else?

Or else what? Or else, theoretically, you move the game to Eternity Road and play forever, or until one team has a larger “run” total than the other after nine or more “innings” of play.

Baseball also flirts with eternity by scheduling the longest regular season of play for any of the three major American team sports. The Major League Baseball season is 162 games long, practically everyday for half the year from April to September.

The NBA, on the other hand, arranges their basketball schedule over half as many games (82) over seven months from October to April. The NFL is almost like a weekend event by comparison, booking their 16 regular season football games over a four-month span from September to December.

Assuming that a one-day season would make that particular game take on an importance of 100%, here’s a short take on the importance of each game in each of the Big Three Sports, based upon the actual number of games they each play:

One Game Importance (OGI) Ratings = One divided by the Number of Games Played in the Regular Season:

NFL: 1 game in a 16-game season takes on an importance of .0625 for each game played. (Simply do the division math): 1 game = 1/16 or 6.25% of the entire season. (The OGI for the NBA is .0625.)

NBA: 1 game in an 82-game season takes on an importance of .0122 for each game played: 1 game = 1/82 or 1.22% of the entire season. (The OGI for the NBA is .0122.)

MLB: 1 game in a 162-game season takes on the importance of only .0062 for each game played: 1 game = 1/162 or 0.62% of the entire season. (The OGI for MLB is .0062.)

Finally, to find the comparative importance of each game in the NFL and NBA to MLB, simply multiply the OGI Rating for each sport by 162, the number of games played during the baseball regular season:

(1) NFL: .0625 OGI X 162 = 10.125

Meaning – Each NFL game takes on the importance of about 10 MLB games.

(2) NBA: .0122 OGI X 162 = 1.976

Meaning – Each NBA game takes on the importance of about 2 MLB games.

General Conclusions

It’s not complicated. Baseball is the sport of the long season of cumulative outs, which, if they are not all collected, theoretically, the game goes on forever.

Baseball’s participants need speed, athleticism, and power, but they also need a quality you don’t see as much in the sports governed by the clock. Baseball people have to handle all those moments in the quiet here and now which are more like the game of chess. They have to be mental gamers too – guys who came prepared to play forever, if need be, but also people who are forever prepared also for that violently striking moment when all of their abilities to play the game have to abruptly transform them into beings making all the right movements quickly at precisely the right time. These are the only moments in baseball that the clock comes into play, but it doesn’t scream at players from the rules. It calls to them loudly from within – by example, from their own recognitions of how much time is needed for a game ending double play with the tying run threatening to score from third as the penalty for failure.

In baseball, it’s never about the clock. It’s about how we respond to the quiet or loud moments of the game in the timeless journey toward 27 outs for the other team while our guys do their best to give us the edge in the scoring of runs.

Take Us Out To The Crane Game

April 15, 2013
Take Us Out To The Crane Game!

Take Us Out To The Crane Game!

Take us out to the west coast,

We’ll win – three games – and be done.

Wins never save us from playing late,

In the western division –  that’s just our sad fate.

We’ll still “root, root, root” for the Astros,

If they – don’t win – please explain.

If you can’t …. please ….. pass the mike over,

To James …. R …. Crane.

 

Postscript: In fairness to Mr. Crane, the boys “sounded” pretty solid in those three straight wins. (I couldn’t see them.) They also were only a World Class closer and Prince Albert Pujols away from making it four consecutive wins. The loss Saturday just set up the deflating defeat that followed in Anaheim on Sunday. After Albert decked ’em in the 9th the previous night, you could almost see the deflation tarp spreading over the field prior to Sunday’s game. (That is, if you are like me, a non-Comcast subscriber, you could see the sinkhole settling low in your mind’s eye.)

Right now, I don’t really expect Mr. Crane to explain anything. Right now, he’s bound to be 100% in support of “In Luhnow We Trust”. A couple of years from now, however, if things don’t ascend for the Astros as advertised, he will be the one who has to explain everything.

Let’s hope that explanations are not necessary and that the club is building a team of stars they plan to keep with competitive salary offerings. There is a difference between “playing to win” and “playing to look as though you might win” and the real difference begins with having the will to win and then having the evaluative talent in the front office that sees and signs the players we need to keep or acquire as the core basis of our winning team.

2015 is my sight-date for the start of judgments and verdicts. 2015 is beyond the DH-novelty and ALW move. It will be time to start winning – or start explaining – and, hopefully, correcting, if need be.

Have a nice tax payment day, everybody.