Baseball and Father’s Day

18766116_10211736290715591_8267950513853134737_nGenerally speaking, the most passionate baseball fans were baseball fans in their youth. A parent or coach (who were most likely baseball fans in their youth) explained the game, taught it, watched it, nurturing the young fan like a gardener tending a new floral bed. Though I have no scientific data to back this up, I strongly believe that baseball fandom is most easily attained as a kid; harder, compared to other sports, to develop a deep love for the game when starting out as an adult.

So on this Father’s Day I want to thank my dad, again, for not just being a super father for my 49 years, but also for generating the spark for baseball being a big part of my life. My earliest memory (of virtually anything) is watching Hank Aaron hit his 715th home run in 1974, watching with my dad, who I describe as a “medium” baseball fan. He knew it was an important moment, and he knew to make sure we should both be watching. He spent the money and time and took me to Cubs games and even a White Sox game (with the exploding scoreboard!). He taught me how to keep score, which quickly became a standard part of any game experience for me and remains to this day.

And of course he spent countless hours coaching my T-Ball and Little League teams, coaching the RIGHT way, putting the kids first. Even though we rarely talked about it, I remember a vague sense of pride on how he coached when a girl was on our team. I also remember him discussing the team, and skills, and strategies, with just me in the car, asking my opinion and making me feel special that I was on the “inside” and that he trusted me with his thoughts about me and my teammates.

None of this is to diminish the role of my mother, a baseball fan and very supportive of this hobby of mine since I was 5. And with the opportunities these days, the fuzzy nostalgic notion of baseball being a father-son thing has slowly and rightfully been replaced by a parent-child thing. The roles don’t matter; the relationships do. And baseball, more than any other sport, fosters those relationships and becomes the shared diamond on which we play out a part of our lives, a safe and warm link to the past, a known and trusted path to the future.

This was proven to me again just a few weeks ago, when we had a few days together as a family again on the west coast, and several of us went to a San Jose Giants (Single-A) minor league game (that’s us in the photo). I spent many a wonderful summer night with my parents in the late 1970s and 80s at Municipal Stadium, and for a few hours we were there again together, with my wife and my own son and daughter, and nephew, carving out more memories on just another ordinary night at the ballpark. And for a few hours, at least, we were all young again.

I can’t write a better ending to this kind of essay than Donald Hall, the poet, so I’ll attribute and copy it here — picking up the final paragraph from his essay “Fathers Playing Catch with Sons” from the book of the same name, published in 1985:

“… He sure would be pleased to see us again. And I him, and my father and my son, and my mother’s father when the married men played the single men in Wilmot, New Hampshire, and my father’s father’s father who hit a ball with a stick while he was camped outside Vicksburg in June of 1863, and maybe my son’s son’s son for baseball is continuous, like nothing else among American things, an endless game of repeated summers, joining the long generations of all the fathers and all the sons.” 

The Trouble with Home Runs

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So 35 games into the season there are two facts that are A) undeniable and B) probably related: Home runs and strikeouts are at all-time highs. By “all-time” I mean … all time. If the trends continue (and there’s no reason to believe they won’t) we will see more home runs and strikeouts than ever. This is all the talk on baseball sites, so why should this site be different? There’s plenty of analysis and stories about what’s causing this, but to me the more important question is:

Are these trends something to worry about?

While baseball fans tend to over-worry about a lot of things, especially when it comes to the fabric of the game, I believe the answer in this case is yes. Especially when it comes to home runs.

First, a quick summary that will save you some Google time. Home runs are at historic highs since mid-2015 because of one or more of the following factors:

  • The ball is wound tighter.
  • Players are swinging harder, resulting in mighty blows and mightier misses.
  • Analytics has revealed optimal swing angles for home runs, and batters are making adjustments that result in geometrically guided smart bombs.
  • Analytics has revealed that from a run-producing standpoint, there’s nothing embarrassing about a strikeout, especially if the trade-off is a home run. A box score line of 4-1-1-1-0-2 is perfectly acceptable.
  • The use of defensive shifts WORK, so frustrated batters are trying  harder than ever to place the ball where defenders can’t shift to (namely, over an outfield fence).
  • The use of performance-enhancing products (oops did I say that?)

You can read more insightful articles about this stuff here and here, among many others.

The main reason I think we need to reverse this trend (and I offer one solution below) is not because I don’t like homers. I love homers. But I love them when they’re special. Homers have become routine. And where’s the joy in that?

Take our man Hank Aaron, above, still the true Home Run King. Aaron never hit more than 47 home runs in a season. In a wonderful homerun-ic convergence, by the way, No. 44 hit exactly 44 home runs in a season four times. Forty seems like a good number for a home run leader. That’s a lot of home runs – more than one every four games – but the past two seasons we’ve had nine and eight players hit the 40-homer mark. Back in the 1970s, an exciting baseball time that achieved great statistical balance, you’d have two guys each year hit 40. And sometimes nobody would. And we can get there again — we were JUST THERE a few years ago, as a matter of fact.

But if we assume the ball is NOT juiced, and we assume the parade of 1-inning flame throwing relievers will continue, as will defensive shifts, what can be done?

To me there’s one obvious answer. We need to move the fences back – everywhere. Moving the fences back universally in every park might seem drastic, but it’s no more so than lowering the mound or introducing a designated hitter, or moving three infielders to one side of second base. By moving the fences back, hitters will be less inclined to pull out their drivers and play mash and smash at the plate. They will be forced to work on their contact to beat the shifts. We will get more doubles and triples, which are also exciting! And it will restore some balance and make the home run special again.

There are a few other larger ideas to address this, but I’m saving all of that for my big five-part Baseball MAP project coming in June. (MAP: Major Adjustment Plan).

 

 

 

 

Baseball Delights No. 3

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The third in an occasional series of short baseball bursts of delight …

One paragraph of set-up: Last year in a road game at Colorado, Washington Nationals OF Jayson Werth was hit (nearly in the head) by a pitch. A young Nationals fan became semi-famous with her shocked reaction. Werth heard about it and sent her a bat for her concern.

Flash forward to this week, when the Nationals again visited Colorado. Werth did not forget his No. 1 road fan, and she got a souvenir mid-game.  Check out the video.

Power of the Baseball Cap

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I wore my vintage 1977 gold “pillbox” Pittsburgh Pirates cap to a high school baseball game tonight. I love that cap; it represents an era, the late 1970s Pirates. They mixed and matched colors and caps and uniforms. No matter what they wore, they won. From 1975 to 1979, their win totals were 92, 92, 96, 88, 98. And in that last season, 1979, they won the World Series. I never really saw them play, mind you, but I loved how the team fit statistically, from the box scores and my baseball cards: Dave Parker, the slugger; Omar Moreno, the light-hitting speedster; Willie Stargell, the senior captain; Kent Tekulve, the sidearm relief ace.

Anyway, so here I was at the high school game — we’re friends with one of the players, a sophomore starting shortstop, It was a tough go for the Local Nine, who just can’t get key hits lately, to the tune of a 2-0 loss. BUT my geeky-looking authentic Pirates cap got the attention of the assistant coach, to the tune of this conversation:

Coach: “Hey, nice Pirates cap!”

Me: “Thanks! 1977!”

Coach: “Kent Tekulve!”

Me, nodding: “Kent Tekulve!”

Though they don’t happen often, these are the kinds of conversations my cap generates, between knowing fans. The best one was at Fenway Park about three years ago. Wearing my Pirates cap, I was on the concourse between innings and some guy, probably around my age, yells out …

Him: “Hey, 1977 Pirates!”

Me: “You know it! Kent Tekulve!”

Him: “Willie Stargell!”

Me: “Dave Parker!”

(His eyebrows raise, the game is on; he speaks slower, and with more importance)

Him: “John Candelaria!”

Me, even slower, pronouncing each syllable carefully: “O-mar Mor-e-no!”

He nods and smiles. I nod and smile. And we moved on, two strangers having shared a pure, unscripted moment for a few seconds in the hallways of fabled Fenway. It remains a cherished conversation, one that required hardly a verb and nary an adjective but overflowed with meaning and memory, sparked by the sight of an ungainly gold pillbox baseball cap.

Baseball Delights No. 2

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Fast or slow, home-run trots should be fun. (Shall we say: delightful?)

A’s backup IF Adam Rosales, filling in quite nicely for inured SS Marcus Semien, turned in a blistering time of 15.9 seconds around the bases. Can you imagine anyone having more fun than this after a home run? Watch it here.

From Bay Area News Group writer John Hickey:

(Rosales) vows he will never pass a teammate on the bases while at the same time saying it’s “just not me” not to sprint.

“Obviously it’s always a little comical when I’m running around the bases with someone in front of me,” Rosales said. “Can you imagine if I hit a grand slam?”

Which got us to thinking, what did Pete Rose do when he hit a home run? Here’s your answer.

Those 9-7 Cubs? Almost 6-10

After losing five out of six to drop to 6-7 overall, here’s what happened to the Cubs in their last three games:

Wednesday: Down 7-4 to the Brewers, Cubs rally to win 9-7.

Thursday: Down 4-2 to the Brewers, Cubs rally to win 7-4 in the ninth.

Friday: Down 5-2 to the Reds, Cubs rally to tie it in the ninth and win 6-5 in 11.

So you could argue that the Cubs have staved off a miserable 6-10 start with this amazing comeback streak. Or you could argue that the Cubs are so great that this is just what they do.

Yeah, I agree. It’s the latter.

10 Stats at the 10% Mark

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Teams are at or approaching the 16-game mark, or about 10 percent of the season. You can read plenty online about early takeaways and such — 16 games is early but NOT meaningless — but I’m just listing stats I find interesting at the 10% pole.

Three stats you will NOT see on this or any other post on Baseball Delights: pitcher wins, batting average, RBIs. All three have been replaced by much better stats. They’re not completely meaningless, but, folks, we’ve moved on. More on this in a future post!

  1. It is quite likely that we will see a record number of home runs this year. Teams are averaging 1.10 homers per game. The record is 1.17 (2000), followed by 1.16 (2016). It’s only April, see, and homers go up when the weather gets warmer.
  2. It is also quite likely that we will see a record number of strikeouts this year. Remember the days when averaging a strikeout per inning was amazing? Now it’s just average. Teams are averaging 8.2 strikeouts per nine innings.
  3. Jose Bautista, owner of a career .490 slugging percentage, is slugging .157 through 62 PAs.
  4. Your small-sample-size leader in OPS is, of course, Brewers 1B Eric Thames, at 1.441 with 7 homers. No surprise, since he hit 124 homers in his previous 388 games. In Korea.
  5. No surprise that the Dodgers and Yankees have the best bullpens so far, measured by opponent on-base percentage. Third, however, is the White Sox pen at .247!
  6. Freddie Freeman leads the league in wRC+ (weighted runs created-plus), my current favorite stat to measure offensive production. He’s at 282 (100 is average).
  7. Byron Buxton, on the other hand, lags the league with a minus-32 wRC+. That means he’s, like, less than 0% of league average, or something. Something bad.
  8. The A’s are somehow 7-8 despite having a .253 OBP from the 7th inning on. And despite injuries. And despite their starting lineup.
  9. Of the 16 hardest-hit balls this season (judged by exit velocity), Yankees OF Aaron Judge has six of them. Have you seen this Judge homer yet? Oh my Guersch.
  10. Three posts so far on Baseball Delights. But hey, it’s early.