A season over the air

March 31, 2008


Baseball season starts today. For Twins fans, at least.

And while television brings us most of the games, I’m still stuck on getting my baseball the old fashioned way. The way I learned when first rediscovering the Twins after several seasons of indifference. By radio.

To me, Twins season means toting my portable radio around, tuned to 1140 KSOO, bringing Dan Gladden and John Gordon around with me, lamenting the loss of the great Herb Carneal, pouring over every statistic in an old folksy way and learning names before faces, wondering later at how oddly they seemed to be spelled.

I used to listen to the Twins while working at the Parks Department in St. Cloud. I’d sit back in the shelter with the radio tuned to the day’s game, soaking in the stats, reacquiring the taste I once had as an errant Cardinals fan, the sun of someone else’s reception or event warming their heads, the sound of sport warming mine.

In past years, I’ve listened to the Twins while digging gardens, planting flowers and laying stone borders. I’ve listened to the them while cutting sod and cleaning the garage, while rewiring light switches and organizing our basement, during grill-out parties and while completely by myself.

It’s the smell of dirt and mown grass and dust and sunflower seeds, as if a little portion of the game itself was being wafted through the speakers toward me. Hard work. Leisurely rest. A glass of water or a bottle of cold beer.

What’s great about baseball on the radio is that no matter how long the season gets, you never have to stop doing what you’re doing to catch a game.

How much is a nostalgic longing for times? Times I was never old enough to experience? And how much is an actual dedication to great baseball on the radio is?

I’ll never know. Maybe it’s a little bit of old soul that’s been stuck in me. But give me the crackle of the radio any day.

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See ya, Santana

January 29, 2008


Goodbye, Johan.Goodbye, Johan.

Today the Twins almost nearly probably finalized a trade (pending contract extension and physical) that sends arguably the best pitcher in Twins history - Johan Santana - to the Mets for…well…some people I’ve never heard of.

The Twins couldn’t afford to keep him - he wanted max dollars, and he certainly probably maybe deserved them, and after re-signing The Laughable MVP Justin Morneau. But it’s still too bad to see such a great player go to New York. Again. For a bunch of guys only the scouts have heard of. (New York’s #2, #3, #4 and #7 prospects, reportedly, for what that’s worth).

This is what makes baseball so different from other sports in the offseason - and not for the better. Trades involve future Hall of Famers for no-name AAA prospects; people you’ve never heard of are packaged together, with no frame of reference. Free agents are signed almost randomly to teams that you have no reason to watch. If deals aren’t penned in time, it goes to a lawyer to figure out. It’s as if you need some kind of Bill James encyclopedic mind to understand it.

I don’t like the baseball offseason. Not at all.

See, when the Timberwolves shipped off their greatest player ever to the Boston Celtics, you at least knew who the Timberwolves were getting in return. It wasn’t equal, but it was at least recognizable.

But this? Well, I guess that’s baseball.

Two Cy Young awards. A multiple-time All Star. More wins, better ERA and more strikeouts than anyone - ANYONE - in baseball since 2003. For four unproven guys.

Good luck, Johan. I miss you already.

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The New England Yankees

January 21, 2008


Super Bowl XLIIFor nine months out of the year, the number one story on the sports landscape seems to be New York Yankees versus Boston Red Sox. Both teams could be a complete non-story and they’d still make the first fifteen minutes of ESPN coverage. It’s a tired rivalry – one that surely has legendary history but lately feels like a distracting media whore; like a high school homecoming queen at her first college kegger, important because of who she was, not where she is now.

So you’ll have to forgive me if I’m callous to this year’s Super Bowl. The roles are reversed, but it’s still the same story. New York vs. Boston. New York as scrappy underdog, Boston as steamrolling Goliath.

Does that mean Brady is the game’s Jeter? Who is Manning?

* sigh * Let the hyperbole begin.

(And, let’s see how long it takes the No Fun League to notice my image and order me to remove it.)

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When 70 becomes meaningless

January 10, 2008


Alex Cartwright. Formalized the first rules of baseball - nine innings, nine players, etc.
Candy Cummings. Inventor of the curve ball.
Kenesaw Mountain Landis. Restored confidence in baseball after the 1919 Black Sox scandal.
Henry Chadwick. Inventor of the box score.

Mark McGwire. Revived a league still reeling from the residual hatred that a strike-shortened season brings.

Two straight years of ballotship. Two straight years of coming up short by a wide margin. Two years of wondering if writers were ever going to let up, whether they were going to cast the blame of the steroid era elsewhere.

Two years of being the canary, gasping for air before the rest of the Steroid Superstars had a chance to try the ballot, suffocating from a mass of allegations. A warning to those trailing behind. “There’s no room in here for suspicion, guys. Hold back.”

I don’t blame them. Even though it has never been proven, the evidence is stacked heavily against McGwire - and even more so, Sosa, Palmiero, Bonds. There’s no trust, no confidence whatsoever. He looks like a cheater. Everything he’s said makes him sound like a cheater. He’s skirting the issue, and the voters are skirting his Hall of Fame vote.

McGwire at 70It wasn’t always like this. Mark McGwire was the most popular man in all of baseball. He revitalized the sport after years of idle doldrums - both he and Sammy Sosa - with an electrifying home run chase. He took a quickly dying sport and injected it with a new passion.

No pun intended.

This is the McGwire I remember. And this is the McGwire that’s closer to the truth. Steroids aside, McGwire was a power hitter from the womb. He was an average defender (though he did win a Gold Glove and had a career .993 fielding average at first base) and at times was a poor hitter (though he bat over .280 a few seasons and over .300 sparingly). But what do you expect? His job was to bring the power, just like Ozzie Smith’s job was to get on base safely and steal easy doubles.

McGwire deserves to be in the Hall based on his numbers alone. But we know that numbers don’t tell the whole story. And we know that for as much as he did to bring the sport back to life, he did just as much to bring it to its knees through the steroid scandal. For every peak, a valley opened up under him, swallowing him up in hearsay, rendering his career obsolete, sending him into the depths of the California suburbs, into a life of hiding.

I don’t want to apologize for the steroid issue. In fact, I actually don’t care, despite the hours I spent pouring over the Mitchell Report. Mark McGwire was a good person, for all I know. He broke a record. He juiced - but it wasn’t forbidden at that time. Gambling on baseball is. Throwing games is. Steroids are, now. But not then. So where the 1919 Black Sox and Pete Rose are banned, McGwire wasn’t.

It wasn’t forbidden. It was wrong. Looked down upon. But not forbidden.

Steroids in professional sports cast a wide net. It touches every sport, in every way - from the issue of sports stars as role models to the early deaths of known steroid abusers. It gives what some see as an unfair advantage - an unnatural stamina and an inappropriate power boost.

Mark McGwire may have been the recipient of both. His stats might deserve an asterisk, just as Barry Bonds’s might.

But we’re talking about the Hall of Fame. And for one summer in 1998, Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa did all that they could to save baseball. For the length of one glorious race, two men drew the attention of nearly every American. Radios blared. Televisions caught every camera flash. Old fans turned back to the sport they had abandoned, and new fans reveled in the shine of a renewed rivalry. Baseball, so long declining as our national pastime, rose from the ashes like a phoenix.

Or maybe it was more like a Cardinal.

Keep Mark McGwire out of the Hall of Fame as a player. That’s fine with me. If his career seems tainted, if his Andro-lined locker and his non-admission of innocence are convincing enough, if the word of Jose Canseco over the silence of a crowded courtroom serve as all the words you need, keep him out. I’m not apologizing for Mark McGwire. If it’s true, he’s got what’s coming to him. If it’s not, he should have said more.

But don’t forget what else he gave to the game. A new life. A renewed interest. The attention of the entire world. A get out of jail free card, ironically enough. And if we’re talking about the true contributions to the game, that’s probably the biggest thing he could have offered over his career.

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Loving the losers

October 10, 2007


How does a person continue to follow sports when it seems that at every turn hides another loss?

It begins to wear on you. It’s true. This Dolphins season has been less than savory. After starting out 0-5, the Dolphins are causing must of us who root for the team - for whatever inexplainable reason - to give up hope.

And not just for this yea. The future looks bleak too. With a defense that averages 52 years of age and one of the worst offenses in the history of football, there’s really nowhere to go but up.

Unfortunately, we can’t help but think “up” is a long ways away. We’re not floating close to the ceiling here, fighting to break through. We’re in the floorboards, a tell-tale heart just scratching to make it above the floor again.

The funny thing is that, after a while, you begin to embrace losing. I’ll forever root for the teal and orange, no matter how outdated their uniforms look and how many quarterbacks it takes to get a win, but I find myself rooting for losses, cheering for the difficulty of defeat instead of screaming for a win. The Dolphins are the only team to go undefeated throughout a season. Could it be that, 36 years later, we could see another unheard of feat - the totally defeated season?

The extremes are easy to root for. There’s a gamers high that is often associated with winning. It permeates all of sports - an aggressive loss of inhibition that causes fans to lose touch with reality and claim their squad the greatest. And at the opposite end, there’s a feeling of release. The games ultimately don’t matter - the stress of backing your team is dropped, and you can be a lovable loser, pitied by your friends and understood by your opponents.

Winning is stressful. It’s hard on fans. Losing, however, is expected. It’s easy. It’s relaxing to settle, so settle we must.

No - the real difficulty is being right in the middle - the .500 club, the win one, lose one (or even worse - win six, lose six) territory. This the territory of the Minnesota Twins. And this is the territory of my beloved Pacers - a team that has settled into mediocrity after several years of contending. Now, they’re an also ran - too good to get a decent lottery pick, but too bad to ever even sniff the playoffs.

So it’s odd to find myself torn between rooting for wins and rooting for losses. The Pacers are as vanilla as you can get - a boring team with a new coach in a lame division. They’re already matched up against two Eastern Conference powerhouses - the only two remaining, actually: Detroit and Cleveland. They have little chance of making a splash.

And I’m trying hard not to give up, already, before the season starts. But, even though they won their first preseason game tonight, I can’t help it. I’m already expecting the worst.

It all started with Michael Jordan. Being a Chicago Bulls fan was easy. As a kid, I picked a team that had a chance to win the championship. And just like that, they won it. I was spoiled, thinking my team always had a chance, fooling myself that the opponents held some sort of spell over my team when I knew they had no shot.

And, when I realized what I had, I gave it away. I stopped watching sports and found myself drawn back into different teams - new favorites; no more Cardinals - now it’s the Twins; no more Bulls - now it’s the Pacers.

Those decisions have brought me heartbreak. The Pacers were very close for a while. Very close - several Conference Championships and a Finals appearance. And the Twins, well, they’ve created some amazing second half heroics in recent years.

But regardless of the surges they’d make, they would ultimately came up short, leaving me exhausted and somewhat betrayed. My lucky card never came in; my wishes never came true. The photo finish I always dreamed of is still just that - a dream.

So you’ll have to forgive me. It might be hard to watch a loser. But it beats going through the tulmultous ups and downs that accompany a mediocre team’s season - the maybes and the could haves and the almosts.

It’s easier to just accept loss. At least the only place my expectations can go is straight up.

Straight from the basement to the floor.

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Crushed into submission

August 29, 2007


Three days ago. A five game winning streak. Things were starting to look up.

Then, a clash with the first place Cleveland Indians. Win the series, gain at least a game in the hunt for the playoffs. Sweep the series, gain three games, a rush of confidence, and narrowly dodge the proverbial nail in the coffin that’s been haunting the Twins these past few weeks.

They could dodge no longer, it seemed. A loss Monday. And Tuesday. And finally again tonight.

A sweep.
Another loss for Santana. 0-4 against Cleveland this year.
A slowly shrinking deficit in the standings turned into a massive deficit of 8.5 games. And a 7 game deficit in the Wild Card race.
Hopes, dashed.

If this wasn’t the nail, it’s at least been marked and placed, ready for the hammer to swing down upon its season ending head.

They’re not technically eliminated, no. But a sweep like this does wonders in advancing a hang dog attitude. The Twins didn’t just need these wins for the standings - they needed them for their psyche, for their confidence, for something to rally around, a final push toward the playoffs with a whoop and a cry and a stomping of midwestern, small market feet.

The Twins are 67-66. There’s still a month of baseball left. And last year showed that even a team barely over .500 could win the World Series with a little bit of luck, a strong set of pairings and a hot streak near the end of the season.

Of course, you have to make the playoffs first. And with these crushing losses, I’m not sure the Twins have the heart left in them to even try.

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Vote for Neshek

July 3, 2007


Vote for Neshek!I’m new to this baseball fan thing, so you’ll have to forgive me for forgetting this.

It’s getting close to the MLB All Star Weekend – one of the best sets of All Star festivities in all of sports. And with the Twins currently embroiled in a battle for their Central Division crown, and with Tori Hunter, Justin Morneau and The Best Pitcher in the League Johan Santana set to don their American League All Star jerseys, there’s just one question we all have to ask ourselves.

Have you voted for Pat Neshek yet?

You know – Pat Neshek. The half-sidearm, half-submariner righty Twins reliever that is currently up for the final American League roster spot?

The guy who has 47 strike-outs in just 39 innings? The deceivingly talented pitcher who is carrying a 1.37 ERA into the All Star Break?

Seriously. Go vote. It’s simple – you can even vote multiple times (and it saves your choices, so it’s easy to vote up to 20 times in a sitting. I know. I have.)

He’s fun to watch. And, we need another player on the team – after all, Joe Nathan and Joe Mauer were both left off for only having a 2.20 ERA with 16 saves and only batting .302 this season, respectively. And he’s got his own blog, so he’s one of us. He’s currently in third place. He needs your help.

You have until 6 PM ET on Thursday.

Well, what are you waiting for? VOTE!

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