May 2006
Mets Win! Mets Win! Mets Win!!!
3:06 AM in the morning
My body is still recuperating and my brain is pretty much fried after the most draining game I’ve been too in a very long time. When I left for Shea this evening I thought I’d make it back home for one of my favorites, ‘The Charlie Rose Show’. Well the Show went on without me as did ‘Nightline’, ‘Letterman’ and the rest of late night television. But, what a game it was… 5 hours and 22 minutes of grueling drama- the longest game in the majors this season and the longest at Shea since 1995. Thankfully, I can say that all is well here in the wee hours as I sit rejoicing over the Mets’ 27th victory of the season- a 9-8, 16-inning, 521-pitch marathon. So many highlights, so many pitchers, so many hitters, the Mets were going to have to suit up Rusty Staub (at the game for a fund raiser) to play if the goose eggs continued. Thank God it ended when it did, cause we were getting very close to seeing Carlos Delgado behind the plate and Tom Glavine in left field.
Throughout, the Mets never gave up, fighting back from a four-run deficit this team just wouldn’t quit. The bullpen was unbelievable. The Phils scored their last runs in the seventh inning and then the Mets’ marvelous bullpen proceeded to throw 9 shutout innings. Darren Oliver earns a special Cabbie Honk for keeping the hope alive with four gritty innings of work to keep us afloat until Carlos Beltran finally ended this epic battle with a rope over the rightfield fence well past midnight.
I also have to give special Cabbie Honks to Jose Reyes for his bomb in the eighth that tied the game
and made the extra frames possible; Paul LoDuca for catching all 16 innings and throwing out Chase Utley in the top of the 16th when even lifting his arms was beyond the call of duty; Cliff Floyd for hitting every ball on the button and playing great defense; Endy Chavez for his speeeeeeeeed; Julio Franco and Chris Woodward for honoring Rusty with big-time pinch-hits; Pedro Feliciano, Jorge Julio, Duaner Sanchez, Billy Wagner and Chad Bradford for their sterling relief; Carlos Beltran for maybe the biggest home run in his Mets’ career; and to my friend Robert and all the die-hard Mets’ fans who cheered their freakin’ lungs out until the joyous end.
I am now ready to collapse into my bed, but I will leave you with one last thought,
Go Metsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!
Barry Bashing-Holier Than Thou!
Barry-Bashing has seemingly become the favorite past-time for many baseball fans this season. Ranging from verbal taunts to outright vitriol, the reaction to a great ballplayer who has clearly engaged in the use of performance enhancing drugs has escalated to a level that, in this observer’s opinion, has surpassed all reasonable thinking.
You will find an array of answers from fans as to why they hate Barry Bonds so much, and almost all of them will include some mention to the words ‘cheating’ and ‘steroids’. We’ve seen a new clothing industry of t-shirts and hats develop based around Barry-Bashing, syringes tossed onto fields, the ritualistic booing whenever he comes to the plate, a pitcher intentionally throwing at him four times in a row, and the constant clever signage in every ballpark deriding Bonds’ and his pursuit.
One of the more popular themes of Barry-Bashers during his chase of Babe Ruth’s 714 home runs has been to sanctify the Babe in order to create a high horse for their stance that alleviates any guilt in their demonizing of Bonds. Another popular theme has been the idea of asterisking* anything and everything having to do with Bonds’ hitting records. To investigate the validity of such ideas we have to continue to ask the hard questions.
Asterisk*
Should Bonds’ records have a special notation next to them? The
asterisk crowd loves to speculate on what Bonds’ home run total would
be if he wasn’t part of the ‘Roids era in baseball. The same crowd
crowed about Roger Maris having 8 more games in his schedule in 1961 than
Ruth had in 1927. Some speculate what Ruth’s total would have been if
African-Americans were allowed to play major league baseball in the
1920′s. Speculation and records will forever be a part of sports’
history, every era in that case can be asterisked.
Would The Babe Have Used Steroids?
I
have found the most interesting approach to bashing Bonds has been the
sanctifying of Babe Ruth in order to create a moral standard to judge
Bonds’ home run count by. The myths about Babe have always been
nostalgic ones that tend to skew the truth and overlook some of the
questionable characteristics that were part of the person he actually
was. Before fans hop on the Bambino bandwagon as they pelt Bonds with
proverbial stones, they should be aware of all things Babe. Are
Bonds-Bashers certain that Ruth would not have employed Victor Conte
and Balco in order to enhance his performance if he had the opportunity?
The
fact is, steroid experimentation has been around longer than most
realize. In the 1860′s the experiments actually became tangible when a
scientist, Arnold Berthold, started castrating roosters and re-injecting
them with their own testosterone while monitoring the difference in
their aggression and other behaviors. About twenty years later
scientists had figured out how to extract
testosterone from the testes
of mostly sheep and guinea pigs and inject the fluid back into
themselves. Their observation was an increase in mood with more energy
and more vigor.
According to author and researcher Robert I. Abrams,
by 1889 at least one well known ballplayer, Hall of Fame pitcher James "Pud" Galvin was openly injecting an elixir of animal testosterone known as the Brown-Sequard Elixir. The press welcomed the discovery with great enthusiasm as an article from that year’s New Haven Register exemplifies,
‘The discovery of a true elixir of youth by which the aged can restore
their vitality and renew their bodily vigor would be a great thing for
baseball. We hope the discovery is of such a nature that it can be
applied to rejuvenate provincial clubs.’ Another article in the local press touted the elixar’s effect directly on Galvin’s pitching, ‘If
there still be doubting Thomases who concede no virtue of the elixir,
they are respectfully referred to Galvin’s record in yesterday’s
Boston-Pittsburgh game. It is the best proof yet furnished of the value
of the discovery.’
There
is another story about steroids that has been around long before the
Bonds’ controversy and it has to do with the Babe himself. According to The Baseball Hall of Shame’s Warped Record Book, by Bruce Nash, Allan
Zullo and Bob Smith, "the Bambino fell ill
one year attempting to inject himself with extract from a sheep’s
testes. This effort by more than a few athletes of his era to seek the
healing and strengthening properties of testosterone prefigured the
craze for steroids. When Ruth fell ill from his attempted enhancement,
the media was told that Ruth merely had ‘a bellyache.’ "
Knowing about Ruth’s more written about follies, this story seems
far from impossible. While Ruth had many great qualities, the man led a
very flawed life. Ruth like Bonds always walked to the beat of his own
drum. He openly and illegally drank liquor during Prohibition; his
enthusiastic womanizing often bordered on the obscene, as it was not
unusual for him to employ a whole block of streetwalkers in a single
night; his appetite for the other sex showed little respect for those
closest to him as both his wives would find out as well as his once
good friend Lou Gehrig, who shunned him after finding his own wife drunk
and alone with the Babe during a cruise to the far east; both Miller
Huggins and Joe McCarthy had more than a few choice words for the Babe
on many occasions; and he never received a chance to manage, as owners
apparently took to heart a statement that Yankee president Ed Barrow
had made about Ruth when he said, "How can he manage other men when he can’t even manage himself?". Red Sox owner Harry Frazee justified his trade out of Boston by saying that Ruth was "one of the most selfish and inconsiderate athletes I have ever seen." One doesn’t have to research very long to find many more disreputable stories about Babe Ruth that bring his moral character into question.
The Moral Arena
But, what about the Barry-Basher? Where does he stand in the arena of morality? The baseball sphere has always been steeped in "Cowboy" culture. Media and fans seem to thrive on identifying the White Hat from the Black Hat. Players are either ‘safe’ or ‘out’. While Critique and debate generally lead to polarization, they rarely reveal the whole truth. In this
Barry-Balco-Babe-Steroids-Cheating-Home Run Record controversy, I think it’s helpful to decide on what exactly is fueling many fans’ incredible anger. Are most fans just acting like sheep, imitating the Op-Eds of the day? It’s one thing to dislike Barry Bonds for his arrogant and sometimes condescending nature, it’s another to dislike what many perceive as cheating, and yet another to dislike him for passing the fabled Babe on the record list. But, do any
of these dislikes diminish what Bonds is accomplishing? And more importantly, what’s really bugging so many of us?
For those who dislike Bonds’ attitude towards the fans and press, this is understandable. Many great ballplayers were not the "friendly" type. Ted Williams never took a curtain call in his life no matter how much Boston fans chanted for it, not even on his last at bat which was a home run. Among fans, players and media, Ty Cobb had hardly a friend in baseball. Negative demeanors often rub baseball fans the wrong way, but seldom do they cause an outcry like the one against Bonds.
Keeping Up With The Joneses
So, even if one abhors Bonds’ personality, is this reason enough to smear his abilities and accomplishments? At this point in the investigation the Barry-Basher will point to the words ‘steroids’ and ‘cheating’ and might even go so far as to criminalize what he has done. On the surface the reaction appears to be appropriate if one were to buy– hook, line and sinker– everything they read in the popular press. But then again, there’s a reason the press is not given the responsibility of a court of law. Are we members of a society that likes to deal with facts and fair trials? Do we still believe in the edict, "innocent until proven guilty"? Or are we a country that purports, "guilt by appearance or association"? And have we evolved beyond witch hunts and stonings?
For the Basher’s sake, let’s say
where there is smoke there is usually fire. Let’s say we adopt a stance where we believe everything that has been written about Bonds and steroid use in baseball. It’s very easy to hate someone who we perceive got away with using prescription medicine without a prescription, especially if we have lived a law abiding life ourselves. But, if we are to believe all that has been written about Bonds then we must also believe all that has been written about steroids in baseball. In 2002 Tom Verducci of Sports Illustrated wrote an article in which 1996 NL MVP winner Ken Caminiti (now deceased) said, "It’s no secret what’s going on in baseball. At least half the guys are using [steroids]. They talk about it. They joke about it with each other. … I don’t want to hurt fellow teammates or fellow friends. But I’ve got nothing to hide." Former player, Chad Curtis in the same article quoted the number of players using steroids at 40-50%. Jose Canseco, last year in his book Juiced, reported that number as high as 75%. If so many players were enhancing their performance (pitchers included), then the perceived advantage Barry had on the field was actually him just keeping up with the Joneses.
Bashing Bud
Now, if a Barry-Basher wants to discredit all the players who were on steroids, he’s going to have to do a lot of speculating. It might be more apropos to direct one’s anger towards Major League Baseball and the popular Sports Media in general for allowing this behavior to run rampant for so
long with very little hard-core investigation and no drug testing policy in place.
The captain of MLB during the ‘Roids era was, and is still Mr. Bud Selig. While Bonds might be acting petulantly to protect his own hide like many of us would, Selig continues to try to pull the wool over Baseball fans’ eyes. He is continually diverting our attention away from his own culpability, and
through his own agenda directing fans towards an easy target. Selig continues to play dumb as to what was obvious to most intelligent observers over a decade ago. While a few in the Sports Media wrote critically, the majority became apologists for Mark McGwire when he pursued Roger Maris’ single season home run record. The response to finding androstenedione (at the time a legal but controversial steroid-muscle enhancer which has since further investigation been banned in all major sports) in McGwire’s locker during his Maris chase elicited columns mostly like this excerpt from ‘Hero Of The Year’ by Time Magazine’s Daniel Okrent.

"He didn’t much like being turned into a carnival sideshow, but he never let it distract him. When a reporter spotted androstenedione, a legal but controversial steroid, in McGwire’s locker, the slugger explained that he used it to protect himself from the muscle tears that so often plague finely conditioned athletes, especially those few so well muscled as he, and he left it at that. Though he was criticized, McGwire marched ahead, not even pausing to rip off the head of the reporter who’d gone peeking into his locker. What kind of a modern athlete would fail to do that? As for ‘andro,’ whatever else it does, it can’t help a player’s timing, his hand-eye coordination, his ability to discern a slider from a splitter. But even if andro improved his power by an unlikely, oh, 5%, then instead of 70 home runs, McGwire this year would have hit… maybe 67. Take 5% off a 450-ft. missile, and you’ve got a 427.5-ft. missile–long enough to clear any fence save center field in Detroit’s Tiger Stadium."
This type of rationalization was embraced not only by the media, but by most fans as well. Yes, many of the same Barry-Bashers were protecting McGwire’s accomplishments even when a large red herring (‘andro’) reared it’s ugly head. Could it be that projection and self-loathing is fueling much of the fans’ and media’s anger? We all knew it, so why did it take a congressional hearing for us to suddenly adopt a fervent moralistic mentality towards steroid use? Could it be that we all were enjoying the home runs too much to care? Could it be that McGwire was a white ballplayer and a likeable guy, so it was harder for us to bash him? Maybe baseball fans’ reaction to Bond’s pursuit of Ruth’s home run count is a microcosm of America’s renewed interest in morality as a whole. Iraq, Enron, Global Warming, Guantanamo, Immigration… there are so many complex issues that plague the conscience of the American citizen today. Maybe steroids in baseball is an issue where many feel they can discern right from wrong clearly because baseball has always tried to define itself through a refreshing lack of uncertainty. It’s a straight-forward game where three strikes means ‘yer out’, a foul ball is never fair, and a ball that leaves the park is a home run. But, the sociology of sports is a bit more complex than averages and home run totals. To see with any clarity what’s at the heart of Barry-Bashing it is imperative that we look beyond Bonds and the numbers, and allow our vision to open to all the players in the field including ourselves.
Let Him Who Is Without Sin Cast the First Stone
So, if we as fans are going to pelt Bonds’ with moral stones, then we also need to pelt Ruth and Selig and Canseco and posthumously Caminiti; and the fan who caught Bonds’ 714th ball– shouldn’t he have thrown it back on the field if he hates Bonds’ guts instead of trying to sell it for $100,000?; and let’s not forget the Houston crowd for cheering when Bonds got intentionally thrown at four straight times by Russ Springer; and while we’re at it let’s throw boulders at Derek Jeter for only selling his autograph instead of signing for free cause he needs the money?; and Gaylord Perry for admitting that he threw an illegal vaseline ball his entire career; and just about everyone else involved in baseball and possibly the world EXCEPT for the Bonds-Bashers because of course they are "holier than thou!"
Gaedel X 2
In 1951 Bill Veeck, the St. Louis Browns’ owner, employed 3’7" small-man Eddie "Carl" Gaedel for one game. It
was maybe the most famous of his many promotions to increase sagging attendence for the dreadful St. Louis Browns. Gaedel had one plate appearance, which resulted predictably with him drawing a Walk.
Today we have the anti-Gaedel and he is anything but a sideshow. If you take Gaedel and multiply him by two minus three inches, you get 7’1" pitcher Ryan Doherty of the Defending Midwest League Champions- The South Bend Silver Hawks (A-Ball). The 22-year old right-hander spent three years at Notre Dame University where he chose to pursue his baseball dream after eschewing basketball scholarships from Duke, Stanford and
Princeton. In an interview with ESPN Magazine Doherty explained his decision to play baseball over basketball, "I started to fall in love with baseball right around the time Randy Johnson was making a name for himself with the Mariners… I had a hero for life. I think I might have had a decent future in basketball, but my height in baseball makes me a real oddity." Oddity is an understatement,
downright disorienting is more like it. Add in the ten-inch height of the pitchers mound, and hitters are approximately dealing with an eight-footer slinging 90-mph heat and a curve ball that seemingly drops out of the sky.
Doherty began his professional baseball career a year ago and is one of the top relievers in the Silver Hawks’ vaunted bullpen, where he is presently 3-0 with a 3.32 ERA. With the Diamondbacks’ top prospect Justin Upton as a teammate, the Silver Hawks should do much better attendence-wise than the St. Louis Browns could have ever hoped to do. While Pitcher Jon Rauch (6’11") of the Washington Nationals is the tallest man ever to play in the major leagues, it is believed that Doherty is the tallest man ever to play professional baseball.
Walking The Wire
Cabbie Fares Of The Week
Here are THREE players that should be owned in every Fantasy League, but could still be available for the taking on your Waiver Wire. (The percentages are based off of the thousands of ESPN Fantasy Leagues which I find usually give a good barometer for similar sites).
Ryan Zimmerman- As the 2006 season got under way,
Zimmy was a leading candidate among baseball prognosticators for the
National League (NL) Rookie of the Year (ROY) award. A slow first month led
many owners to cut him in favor of some very questionable hot-April
hitters (e.g. Ty Wigginton). Well, if you forget to log into your team
this week you might miss out on reclaiming the former University of
Virginia stud. Since April 25th, Ryan is hitting .311 (23-74) with 5
Home Runs. Zimmerman (currently hitting .266) should end the year hitting close to .300 with around 20
HR and 80 RBI, which means the best is yet to come. Currently he is
owned in just over 30% of Fantasy Leagues, that number should rise to over 60% by weeks end.
Jeremy Hermida- Another NL ROY
candidate, Jeremy has been sidelined since the first week of the season
by a hip flexor. The injury is not serious and he has been coddled
this long only because of the Marlins’ stature as a non-contender. Hermida is
preparing for a one or two-game minor league rehab by playing in
extended spring games at the Marlins’ training facility. He could be
back in the majors as early as this Friday. His production potential
will immediately gain a boost as he will bat directly in front of, or
behind Miguel Cabrera on a surprisingly good offensive Marlins’ club.
Because of an extreme dearth of Fantasy outfield depth, Hermida could
be quite an add to any Fantasy team. Hermida is currently owned in
about 60% of Fantasy Leagues. By the end of the week expect that number to rise to over 80%.
Mark Loretta- Batting in front
of David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez could be the most ideal lineup spot in
the entire American League. Loretta is a career .300 hitter and is just
over a year removed from contending for the NL batting title (3rd in
the NL with a .335 AVG. in 2004). Over the last 10 games, he has been
one of the hottest hitters in the majors- batting .488 (22-45) with 8
Runs, 6 RBI and 2 SB. As part of one of the best lineups in baseball,
Loretta should easily be able to break his single season high of 108
Runs (2004) and could be in the top-ten in AVG. by seasons end. This is
probably your last chance to grab him as he is still only owned in
about 60% of Fantasy Leagues. Expect that number to skyrocket to over 90% in the next couple of days.
Carl the
Cabbie
BoSox In For Battle Against Big Unit
Big Papi and the BoSox are in town as they attempt to draw first blood in this fierce and fabled rivalry. But, if numbers mean anything, the Yankees should be more concerned with Jason Varitek than David Ortiz. The current Red Sox roster has had limited exposure to the Johnson Express, but when they have faced him their track record isn’t so hot. Here are the Career Batting Records of the Red Sox hitters vs. the Big Unit. Alex Gonzalez and Varitek are the only hitters who have an average over .200 (Min. 5 AB):
AVG AB H HR RBI BB K
Alex Cora .333 3 1 0 1 0 0
Coco Crisp .333 3 1 0 0 0 2
Alex Gonzalez .250 20 5 1 3 0 6
Mark Loretta .079 38 3 0 1 3 14
Mike Lowell .167 30 5 1 3 3 11
Doug Mirabelli .083 12 1 0 0 1 7
Trot Nixon .000 3 0 0 0 0 1
David Ortiz .167 18 3 0 0 0 4
Wily Mo Pena .000 4 0 0 0 1 3
Manny Ramirez .194 36 7 3 11 2 11
J.T. Snow .154 26 4 0 0 4 11
Jason Varitek .278 18 5 2 3 1 4
Kevin Youkilis .500 2 1 0 0 1 0
Dustan Mohr .000 10 0 0 0 1 5
*Gary Sheffield, the only current Yankee with any regular season at bats against Red Sox starter Josh Beckett, was put on the 15 day DL today.
Contreras Derailed? Could Be Headed For DL
Ouch! Another big gun bites the dust. As of April 1st, I was feeling pretty darn giddy about my Fantasy rotation: Noah Lowry, John Patterson, Ben Sheets and Jose Contreras. Even though Big Ben started the season in extended spring, I figured no problem- the other guys will tow the line. Well, now there’s almost no line left to tow. Big Ben recently was scratched from his latest start with what the Brew Crew is calling minor tendinitis in his throwing shoulder. The last time I heard that one, I was left doing an ancient Mayan healing dance in my basement apartment as Noah Lowry proceeded to miss the first five weeks of the season. That ‘minor tendinitis’ term popped up again a couple of weeks ago when Patterson complained of soreness in his forearm, now he’s not expected back until June. Then today, as I was celebrating Noah’s return from the great flood of injuries my team has endured, I read that the one guy I could count on, Jose Contreras, could be headed to the DL with either a sore hip or back- depending on what ChiSox’ source you’re reading. I’m not sure things could get worse, but I guess I should at least be happy that it’s not the dreaded tendinitis that Jose is suffering from. Maybe ChiSox VP Scott Reifert will be able to clarify the situation for us tomorrow.
In Contreras’ stead, there is speculation that the White Sox could call up highly thought of 23-year old, Charlie
Haeger. Haeger has been dominating Triple-A competition this spring (3-0, 0.68 ERA in six starts) with a tried and true knuckler mixed in with a fastball that registers in the high-eighties. Chris Widger, who had very limited experience catching Mike Mussina’s knuckle-curve (2002) could become the Sox’s designated catcher if and when Haeger pitches.
Post-NFL Draft Knick-Knacks
Mr. Irrelevant

Every year, the final player taken in the NFL draft is known as Mr. Irrelevant. The name stems from the basis that while good enough to be drafted, these players rarely make an NFL roster. The first Mr. Irrelevant to make an NFL roster was Fred Dreher, a tight end from Denver University taken by the Bears in 1938. He ended up catching three passes for 69 yards and a touchdown in three games. He was never relevant to Chicago again as the Bears cut him by seasons end.
The most famous Mr. Irrelevant was probably kicker Rolf Benirschke who the Oakland Raiders drafted with the 335th pick out of Cal-Davis in 1977. Benirschke would be cut by the Raiders, but was scooped up by the San Diego Chargers where he set 16 team records over a 10-year career and later was inducted into the Chargers’ Hall of Fame. He is the only Mr. Irrelevant ever to be chosen to a Pro Bowl (1983). Another Mr. Irrelevant who is very relevant these days in New York is Tiki Barber’s escort, fullback Jim Finn. Finn was taken out of the University of Penn by the Bears with the last pick of the 1999 draft. Chicago cut him, but he spent two succesful years with the Indianapolis Colts before joining the Giants in 2003.
This year’s Mr. Irrelevant is Kevin McMahan, a wide receiver from the University of Maine. The Raiders chose him with the 255th pick and can only hope he has the same fate as their 1977 pick, Benirschke. He will be the grand marshall for the Mr. Irrelevant parade in Newport Beach, California where he will be presented with the Lowsman trophy, a takeoff on the Heisman trophy.
The Next Antwaan Randle El?
In 2002 the Pittsburgh Steelers created a new position of sorts when they turned collegiate
quarterback Antwaan Randle El into an offensive hybrid, wide-receiver/quarterback. The effects of Randle El’s rare abilities were never more
apparent than in the 2005 AFC playoffs, where twice the
Steelers used his passing skills to score two trick-touchdowns. One of the defensive recipients of the Steelers chicanery, the Cincinnati Bengals, were so impressed they decided to draft their own potential Randle El. With the 193rd pick (6th rd) the Bengals drafted Texas A&M quarterback Reggie McNeal. McNeal has Michael Vick type speed (4.4 / 40 yard sprint) and a good frame (6’2" 209 lbs.) to play wide receiver.
Another team that wouldn’t mind recreating Antwaan is our own New York Jets. They drafted Missouri quarterback, Brad Smith, with the 103rd pick (4th rd). Smith has a very similar build to McNeal, and while not as fast, is quite the runner. He holds the Division 1-A career rushing record for quarterbacks with 4,289 yards. He is also the only Division 1-A quarterback to ever throw for over 8,000 yards and rush for over 4,000 yards in his collegate career.
"Training Day"

Denzel Washington won a best actor Oscar for his performance in the 2001 blockbuster movie, "Training Day". This term will have a new meaning for his son, John David Washington, when he tries to make the Los Angeles Rams this summer during training camp. The Rams signed the younger Washington as an undrafted free-agent running back. And if anyone thinks his opportunity had anything to do with his father’s star influence, think again! Washington is the leading all-time rusher in Morehouse College history with 3,699 yards. Denzel Washington played one year of college football for Fordham University. In an interview with the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, the elder Washington spoke about his son achieving what he could not, "For a kid to have that dream and be this close, and for a dad who had the same dream and didn’t make it, needless to say I’m very proud and happy for him. . . . Nothing would make me happier than to be known as John David Washington’s dad."
All In The Family
Who says all the great prospects come from the Dominican Republic. Recently, I took a time out from major league baseball to do some scouting and found an interesting prospect right here in New York at a playing field in Riverside Park. And the best part is, he’s related. Check out my nephew’s first hit, reminds me of another #13 who plays third base right here in the Big Apple. Click above first photo to see Isaiah "Skywalker" Shimkin in action.
Teddy’s Strike Zone
I thought that on the eve of the Yankees first trip to Fenway this season, a good Ted Williams story was called for. Recently, a good friend of mine and a rabid Red Sox fan, Dan Gwirtzman shared this story with me about how Teddy ‘Ballgame’ got the umpires to call the strike zone the way he liked it. This is the story the way Dan told it to me. It is adapted from the original telling in the book, "The Brothers K" by David James Duncan.
When Williams came into the league he was confident and quiet, he was focused and he kept to himself. He wouldn’t sign autographs and he wouldn’t say anything much to the reporters. The Boston fans didn’t much like it. So the press and the fans booed him. But Ted didn’t care a bit. He just took it in. He accepted the resentment and the press. This made the fans complain he was arrogant. But he stuck to his game.
As Teddy’s greatness continued to grow, the tension with the fans and the press mounted. He was hitting so well, making Boston shine in the AL East, that people now simply had to know what made him tick. They still resented him, but they needed to have some substance. So now every reporter in town was after him for an interview. But Old Ted held his ground and continued to hit the ball. He also never so much as glanced at an umpire after a close pitch. The umps didn’t mind this. Also, as much as fans hate umps, umps hate fans. So the fact that the fans also booed Williams in his own stadium gave him solidarity with the umps.
All the while Ted was just waiting. And then, one summer day, out of nowhere he relaxed his public stance and decided to grant one sports journalist an interview. They met at a hotel. The journalist fired off three questions – whose your favorite director? what’s your favorite burger in Boston, how long is your noodle?"
Williams didn’t flinch. He answered the questions except the last one. Then the reporter hauled off with the question everyone wanted to ask him, "how do you hit so darn well?"
Ted sat back, took a sip of tea, folded up the paper, and relaxed his manner. He talked of high fastballs, and curveballs he had known, and bat speed, hitters with quick wrists and slow wrists, and as he got on to the subject of fast sliders, Williams suddenly sat up and leaned in.
The reporter was rapt.
"The thing is," Ted said, "I can see the ball from the moment it leaves the pitcher’s hand right to where it jumps off the bat."
The reporter took it in, delighted – he had an article. He ran home and typed it out. It was in the papers the next day. And now the message was out: Williams had perfect eyes. The umps began to figure he was right and who were they going to try and be by disagreeing with Ted Williams on a meaningful close pitch? From then on Williams had his strike zone and went on to put together two of the best seasons any man ever had, including probably the last .400 season.
Carl The Cabbie







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