Report from 2012 ~ always relevant!
It’s Valentine’s Day and I found the perfect little ditty to share with you. I found it in all places in a teen magazine called, “Teen Ink”. Here’s an excerpt from the article:
For the Love of Baseball” by Joyce, Monterey Park, CA.
We don’t just love baseball, don’t just watch baseball, don’t just talk about baseball – we live baseball and our team’s every season, every game, every inning, and every pitch. We cheer on the rookies and bow down to the retiring heroes. We drive home anxiously from work or school to catch the first pitch and stay up late to savor the closing of a great game. We feel the agony of errors, wild pitches, and blown saves. We argue balls, strikes, and close plays.
We understand and can distinguish between double plays such as the 6-4-3 and the 5-4-3. We appreciate a sacrifice bunt/hit to…
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Here’s something new from our Sounds of Baseball partner. It was contributed by Alan Babbitt. Just in time for spring training, the song evokes the sublime feelings of the sights, sounds and feelings of childhood baseball memories. And, like Alan says, “Kinda gets you hankering for a good hot dog”.
To whet your appetite, here’s what he says about the original “Back to Baseball”:
“This song tells the true story of a boy growing up in Brooklyn in the 1950’s. It’s about the joy of 1st love and the heartbreak of losing it. And it’s about reflection, renewal and redemption. It’s even got a humorous, surprise ending!
Oh, yeah, it’s also about Baseball.”
Want more? Go to Alan’s website: https://alanbabbittmusic.bandcamp.com/track/back-to-baseball
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I found this as a text document, thinking Dustin Pedroia actually wrote it. But a little research found it’s a New Balance commercial published in 2011, and I thought you might enjoy it. Inspirational huh? For everyone, but especially for the little guys, the kids. And aren’t they really what it’s all about?
Here’s the text from the “Sounds of Baseball” Twitter page:
- Tell me I’m five foot nothing.
- Tell me I’ll be nothing.
- Tell me I’m just a nice story.
- Tell me my first year was a fluke.
- My second year was a fluke.
- That I’m a sentimental All-Star. Three Times.
- Tell me that someone is better.
- That someone else works harder.
- That baseball players aren’t warriors.
- Tell me an athlete can’t make a difference.
- How precious my time is.
- Tell us what we can’t do.
- Tell us who we can’t be.
One of us is gonna be right.
Opening Day at AT&T Park
Not literally. I’ve been on sort of a hiatus these past few months and now itching for spring training, opening day, first pitch, the crack of the bat and baseball season in general. But to be perfectly honest I feel like I’ve been cheating a little here.
I live in the Bay Area and right now there’s something going on that’s taken hold of me and thousands of other non-assuming, “never-wanted-to-be fans-in-the-first-place” fans who’ve been taken off guard, no pun intended. It’s called Warrior Mania and it’s not just about the phenom Steph Curry. Never in a hundred years would I have thought I could sit through an entire pro basketball game. High school, yes, because I was a mom and I had to. But the Pro’s? Forget it. Run up court, shoot, make it. Run down court, shoot make it, and on and on. Boring.
But my grandson Jake, who recently completed his tour of duty in the USMC, is a huge Trailblazer fan. Our commonality has always been sports, mostly college football, some baseball, but sports in general. We took a 10 day baseball trip with Diamond Baseball Tours back in 2004. What a fantastic experience. I’d recommend it to anyone. But I digress.
A few months ago I was surfing channels, looking for the Trailblazer game on the telly so I could carry on a decent conversation with Jake. Didn’t find it, but instead happened upon the last 3 minutes of a Golden State Warrior game. The Warriors were behind by 12 or so, but this short little pip squeak (that’s what he looked like compared to all the big guys) scored two 3 pointers and a few more and they ended up winning the game…….it was shocking this huge rush of adrenaline I experienced! It was exciting and all of a sudden I understood what basketball fans have always known. There’s life after baseball. Not exactly the same. But I’ll tell you this. Friday night when Steph Curry took that 50 foot shot from half-court with 1 second left on the clock before halftime and the ball didn’t even touch the top of the net but instead swished through that little piece of net on the bottom, I was baptized into the world of professional basketball. Hallelujah!
I let out a spontaneous holler that scared the hell out of my little dog. I’ve only had him for five months so I may have to put him on Benadryl when baseball season starts. Or put a sock in my mouth.
So I’m back. I’ve missed writing. I’ve been reading a lot about the National League DH issue and can’t wait to get my hands dirty again!
Posted in A1 Baseball, General, A4 Uncategorized
Tagged baseball season, Basketball, crack of the bat, first pitch, Golden State Warriors, National League DH, opening day, Steph Curry, Trailblazers
Wow! Matt Duffy can write. I found this in my email box this morning and couldn’t wait to share it. Please take time to read it. We don’t often get to view the experience from the player’s point of view. This one not only gives insight into our Duff Man, obvious choice for 2015 “Rookie of the Year”, but also into the Giants organization.
Take a look! “THE NEW KID”, Courtesy of “Player’s Tribune”.
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Tagged 2015 rookie of the year, Bartolo Colon, brandon Crawford, BUSTER POSEY, Casey McGehee, Chris Heston, Citifield, don't look up, Duff Man, giants organization, Hunter Pence, Joe Panik, Kelby Tomlinson, Madison Bumgarner, Matt Duffy, Milwaukee Brewers, Player's Tribune
An interesting article in “Reflections” this week by Steve Contursi. He’s commenting on the emotions of baseball player Wilmer Flores on being traded from the Mets, where he began his career, to Milwaukee, and the impact of trades throughout the industry.
I’m reminded of this as I listened to Troy Tulowitzki’s account of how he found out about being traded last week. Tulo had an affinity for the National League and for all intents and purposes had asked to remain there. Instead they not only sent him to the AL, but out of the country to Toronto. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but he found out about it in the 9th inning of a game he was playing in, as they escorted him out the door. Tulo surely deserved better than that.
Just another reminder that baseball is a business. A huge business, subject to both the good and bad aspects of such and it probably won’t be changing anytime soon. But it doesn’t stop the rest of us from empathizing with the guys. After all, aren’t we helping to pay their salaries? In a small sort of way don’t they really belong to all of us? They deserve better, in my humble opinion, of course.
Posted in A4 Uncategorized, Colorado Rockies, Milwaukee Brewers, Toronto Blue Jays
Tagged Colorado Rockies, Reflections, steve contursi, Toronto Bluejays, trade deadlines, trades, Troy Tulowitzki, Wilmer Flores