Got yourself involved with a baseball fanatic, and don't get what is the big deal? Baseball is a great game, but let me help you figure out how to figure it out. I've been there, scratching my head and asking stupid questions. This is what I've learned along the way. --The Girlfriend

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Love and Baseball in Seventeen Syllables or Less



Last week I had the pleasure of spending time with friends who spoke Japanese. These skills came into play late in the night when we pulled out a book of Baseball Haiku (yes, there is enough haiku about baseball to form a very delightful book edited by Cor van den Huevel and Nanae Tamura). Some of the haiku were translated from the Japanese, but the original Japanese was included, so Radio Guy (a little rusty from his distant Japanese minor and years teaching English in Japan) proceeded to read baseball haiku in the Japanese and then give the written translation. What a delightful evening! I strongly suggest you all do this (best accompanied by either ice cream bars or a small glass of Blantons bourbon as we did).

Here are some translated Japanese haiku verses and a few English haikus as well. All selections are taken from the book Baseball Haiku. While I don’t have direct permission from the authors, I give a respectful bow and extend an open palm filled with thanks and a shared awe of this great sport.

A couple on night games by Yamaguchi Seishi:

Watching a night game
The ordinary ground of night turns
Into enchanted ground


The night game
At the bottom of the stadium
The brightest spot on earth


A black ballplayer
The night game only just
Lights him up.


Until raised to Heaven
I’ll go to fields of green
Carrying my glove

--Yotsuya Ryƫ

Rainy night
A hole in the radio
Where a ballgame should be

--Ed Markowski

Summer afternoon
The long fly ball to center field
Takes its time

--Cor van den Heuvel

For those who remember the Yankees-Cleveland Game played in Cleveland in the 2007 post season:
Waiting to bat
The hitter swats
A swarm of gnats

--Sylvia Forges-Ryan

Above
The bartender’s head
Game 7

--Dan McCullough.

And finally, one for all of those who believe love and baseball can co-exist (like the Girlfriend):
Home run drive
Into the cornfield –
Fielder and girlfriend disappear.

--Edward J. Rielly

All from Baseball Haiku Edited By Cor Van den Heuvel and Nanae Tamura. Norton Press. 2007

Got a baseball haiku? Send it on in to The Girlfriend. Email to aileen.mcinnis@gmail.com.

Monday, June 23, 2008

The Fab Boys of Summer

Lately, this blog has assumed a serious tone of learning about strike zones, box scores, and batting averages. Time to take a seventh inning stretch. Girlfriend, it’s time to talk about hair.

Most baseball players are clean shaven, well groomed and all their hair fits under their respective team caps. There is even something in the New York Yankees's contract requiring everyone to be short haired, clean shaven representatives of The Big Apple. But just like girls in Catholic school uniforms who find some way to style it up and express themselves despite the rules, there are some huge exceptions to this trend in baseball, and I have to admit, most of them seem to be connected to the Boston Red Sox.

Back in the glory days of the 2004 season of the Red Sox when everyone grew their hair long on the team in some collective male bonding ritual, Johnny Damon was the lion of them all. His glorious hair was cut, however, by the Delilah called the Yankees which was only one of many reasons he shouldn’t have gone to New York.

Current day BoSox first baseman Kevin Youklis has been having what appears to me a series of really bad hair days. I really love Youklis (or YOOOK! as his fans call him) as a player, but I can not get past the close shaved, well shined chrome of a dome combined with that goatee. It’s a little too apocalyptic-post-modernist-neo-thug-something that creeps me out a bit. Best to keep the hat on, Youk, and just play ball.


Of course, then there's Manny being Manny. Manny Ramirez has got to be the king of locks that scream "I've got to be me!" or maybe more accurately whines "I got sick of combing my hair." Over the years, the longer his dreads have extended down his back, the better a hitter he has become, so I'm sure a haircut won't be coming soon. He is quite the sight when the force he channels into hammering the ball over the Green Monster ("Hello, Tokyo!") pops his helmet off his head, sending his hair flopping like a mop gone bad as he jogs the bases. I imagine those “do-rags” that keep his hair under the batting helmet have to be custom made.








Another outfielder, Coco Crisp, (who also has one of the best baseball names) sports some stylish cornrows capped in black beads that I swear you can hear clicking as he throws himself into second base for yet another steal. Coco is looking sharp these days, but it isn't easy setting a trend in tresses. In a recent game, Coco charged the mound after getting hit by a ball thrown by a Tampa Bay pitcher. In the fight that followed, some hairpulling ensued and it wasn't Kevin Youklis who got tugged. Those braids and beads make an easy target. I guess fashion comes at a price no matter what sex you are.





For keeping the 1970s alive in the fabric of fashion statements, credit is due to Randy Johnson of the Arizona Diamondbacks (formerly of the Seattle Mariners and the Yankees) for keeping the mullet alive.





Equal time must be given to the Chicago White Sox who are the newest bad boys of the follicle set. Their taste run to those funky "soul patches" that are waning from fashion. Remember David Oritz with the pink bat on Mother's Day? Check out Bobby Jenks and Nick Swisher and their pink highlighted patches of hair celebrating their respective mothers. Can't say that those boys don't have a good sense of humor, if not a sense of of what truly looks good.


Hair is supposed to be fun. Baseball is supposed to be fun. But if you are a player who likes to combine the two, steer clear of the Yankees. Delilah and her scissors are waiting for you.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Reading A Box Score

Open up your sports page to the baseball section. Don’t be intimidated by the rows and rows of numbers you see. For many, the lure of baseball is intertwined with love of the thousands of numbers it generates. Some people inhale these numbers and crave the stats that come with the morning paper, or the first internet search of the day. Maybe someday you will, too. Or maybe not. It doesn’t matter. The most important stat in baseball is which team has most the most runs at the end of the game. But understanding a few simple stats will help you get a better sense of how well a batter is doing. So let’s start with interpreting that box score you found in the newspaper.

Here one from Seattle from a recent game against the Washington Nationals. I know, it’s kind of miserable (Seattle is 16 ½ games out of first place in their division) but it will work for our purposes.



Let's start with the big one at the end of the line. AVG means batting average.

AVG - The batting average measure a player’s frequency of getting a safe hit or the number of times he got on base divided by the number of at bats. Say what? All you need to know is that the higher the batting average, the better the batter is hitting. The high .200s is good. Getting into the .300s is great (usually Ichiro Suzuki is batting in the .300s this time of year.) If you are Chipper Jones of the Atlanta Braves (the top batter in the National League right now), you are batting .414 right now which is out-of-this-world. In comparison, the top guy in the American League is Milton Bradley from the Texas Rangers who is batting .330.

The last ballplayer to end the season with over a .400 average was Ted Williams, who if you know him at all you know him as either A.) the guy who gave his name to the new underwater tunnel in Boston in the Big Dig or B.) the guy frozen after death by his family so he could be resurrected in the future. But Ted was a darn good ball player for the Boston Red Sox over a span of almost three decades. A .400 batting average means that for every 10 times that you have an at bat, you have a hit four times (which means you get a single, a double, a triple or a home run.) That is really incredible. Have you heard the phrase, “batting a thousand”? Now you know why that means really, really good!

Continuing on with the box score, you’ll note that the names are listed in the batting order. Let’s play Bingo, shall we?

AB stands for At Bats. That’s how many times a batter came to bat and got a hit or made an out. Not to be confused with plate appearances (walks, getting hit by the pitcher, and sacrifice flies or bunts aren’t counted as at-bats. They get counted elsewhere.) Ichiro (ISuzuki at the top of the order) was credited with 4 At Bats, which means he was struck out or got a hit (and it looks like he got one hit) four times. (See, box scores look intimidating, but they really are simple as pie. )

R - Runs . That’s how many runs the batter made by making it all the way around the bases and stepping on home plate. The total of runs at the bottom of the total always equals the total score of the team. Mariners lost this game to the Nationals, 5-2.

H - Base Hits. You know this one! This is when the ball is hit by the batter resulting in the batter reaching base.

BI (or RBI) Runs Batted In. Another way to judge how good a batter is. RBI stands for Runs Batted in reference to how many runs are scored due to the batter’s performance. Lots of times the heavy hitters have the best RBI records. RBIs includes runs made by others because of your performance, but also include the batter himself in the case of a home run. (He made it home because of his hit.)

BB - Base on Balls. that’s how many “walks” at batter earns. While walks don’t show up in the batting average, they are important because a good batter has a good eye and can distinguish balls from strikes. Sometime a really good hitter may have a lower batting average because he walks a lot. So batting average isn’t everything. Getting on base is what counts

SO- Strike Outs You''ll see strikeouts also designated as "K" when looking at pitching statistics. A strike out is happens when the batter receives three strikes during his time at bat. A really good pitcher can be the reason for a strike out. So can a really bad hitter (though I'm convinced there are no really bad hitters in the Major Leagues. Except maybe American League pitchers during inter-league games.) But a power hitter such as a DH (Designated Hitter) can generate a lot of strike outs as well. (Updated and Corrected 7/2/08)

You will see these stats announced or posted during the game as well, either on the scoreboard or posted at the bottom of the television just before the commercial break. There are also stats that deal specifically with pitching and fielding, such as earned run average or errors, but that’s a whole ‘nother entry.

Just remember, for batting and hitting, higher numbers are good for hits (H), batting average (AVG), balls on base (BB) and runs batted in (RBI). And the higher your seat number, the farther you are from home base. Which doesn’t matter as long as you show up for the game.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Batter Up! A Mini-Guide to Hits

Alright, girlfriend. If you’ve stuck with me this far, you know about the rules around arguing with an umpire, strike zones, how to get rid of a football accent, batting order, designated hitters, why you should take a cafeteria tray to a live game, ways to develop a passion for a team, hanging in with a losing team, and the importance of watching Bull Durham at least once every baseball season. You are coming along quite nicely! Review if needed, but let’s cowboy up and let’s talk about hitters.

The beginning focus of every play is what happens amongst the pitcher who throws the ball, the batter that tries to hit the ball, the catcher who catches the ball if it isn’t hit, and the umpire who is watching the ball’s relationship with the strike zone.

Announcers and sports writers will often describe hits with a vivid phrase or a zippy string of words. So as we discuss the different kinds of hits, let’s work on your baseball “patter” and give you some colorful phrases to use to describe the hits you see.

Every legal pitch will result in a foul, a ball, a strike or a hit. Hits can result in any of the following:

Base hit: refers to any hit that gets a batter on base. (I was watching the Monday game with Marcy the Bus Attendant who was a bit of a sailor in another lifetime and since we were watching the Seattle Mariners, we started shouting the nautical phrase “Permission to come aboard, Captain!” for base hits.)

Bunt: a type of hit that occurs when the batter hold the bat stationary and lets the ball bounce off the bat into fair territory, not very far from home plate. This usually done with no outs, because when you bunt, unless you are a really fast runner or the catcher bobbles the ball, you are probably going to be thrown out. So why do it? Typically a batter bunts if there is already a runner on first base. The runner on first can usually advance to second before any one gets to the ball, because whoever reaches the ball usually takes the sure thing and throws it to first to get an out. This is called a sacrifice bunt and there is an important lesson here. Sometimes, you just got to take one for the team. So in your patter, clap appreciatiatively and mutter, “nominate that guy as a saint” or “nice tapper” or "ba-da-bing!"

Note: You see, it doesn’t really matter if what you say has ever been said before or sounds silly. All baseball talk sounds silly when it is first said. Baseball has lots of rules and minutiae, but this is one of the places you can be colorful and creative as a fan. If you are bored, make stuff up until you get a rise out of The Boyfriend or The Baseball Buddy. Once you do, back off a bit so they don’t throw you out of the room. Don’t worry. You’ll get another chance, especially if someone hits a home run. (SEE HOME RUNS BELOW.)

Fly Ball: a ball hit by the batter that travels up into the air and has not yet touched the ground. If it is caught before hitting the ground, and these often are caught, the batter is out. If a batter hits it in such a way that the ball is caught and he is out, but it is not the last out and a runner advances, that is called a sacrifice fly or sac-fly. The advancing runner, of course, can not leave the bag before the ball is caught so he has to have enough time to get to the next base without getting thrown out for this all to work. If it is a weak hit, call it a “blooper” or use the word “plunked.” If it goes deep into the outfield, you can use phrases like “to the wall” or “slammer” or "Ball OverBoard!"

Home Run: Most home runs are hit outside the fence and inside fair territory. Rarely, you might see an in-the-park home run which means the ball doesn’t leave the park but goes somewhere, orders a hot dog or talks to a fan, but something happens that the runner has enough time to circumnavigate (a great Mariner term!) all the bases and make it home on the hit. The home run hit out of the park is where you can practice being the most colorful. Yell, “It’s outta here!” “Goodbye baseball!” If it is particularly well hit, try “That ball needed a passport!” or “Hello, Tokyo!” or “To the Moon, Alice!” or “That ball's going downtown!”

Ground ball: a ball that hit by the batter that bounces or rolls along the ground. You can call it a “hop” or a “grounder” or a “bouncer.”

Line Drive: a hard hit ball that travels horizontal to the ground. If you can hit it between two fielders, it will often zip into the outfield too fast or far away to be caught. But you may also see one of those great plays where the infielder throw himself head first and reaches out at some impossible angle, and comes up with the ball in his gloved hand pointing victoriously to the sky and now wearing a uniform smeared with dirt which he wears as a kind of status symbol for the rest of the game. When you see a line drive and it heads to the outfield without being caught, you can say, “Frozen rope!” “It’s the zipster!” “Coming through!” or “Right down the pipe!” Or The Boyfriend’s favorite, “He got a piece of that one!”

Baseball is fun, so whether you attending a live game or watching one on tv, try your hand at some colorful patter. If you are watching with other Girlfriends, challenge each other and see who can be the most creative in their baseball announcing. (HINT: Your suggestions sound a whole lot better after a couple of margaritas.) And while you are at it, throw me “a tomato over the plate” and post a comment with your own suggestions. I need some new lines.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Arguing with the Umpire

One of more enduring images of Major League Baseball, for better or for worse, is that of the umpire and the manager face-to-face and nose-to-nose yelling at each other until the Main Honcho Father Figure Guy, so apoplectic he can’t stand it, steps back and kicks dirt on the umpire’s shoes, which must be the cardinal sin of all things to do to an umpire, because that’s when the umpire throws his head back, and roars and points his thumb up and out, and throws him out of the game. Sometimes it is followed by more screaming and cursing, and trying to pick up a base and throw it, but no matter what, the manager is out for the rest of the game. The camera follows him as he stomps off the field, charges through the dugout and disappears into the locker room, never to be seen for the rest of the game. This scene always reminded me of a cross between a two year throwing a tantrum and two roosters butting up chest to chest to fight over the pretty chicken in the barn.

I mean, the umpire is deciding the future of your team. Why do you want to piss him off and get him on your bad side? I’d make him cookies before the game, ask about his kids, be helpful in chasing after the balls, and tell him that he looked good in blue.

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

One of the things I’ve learned about baseball is that there are all these weird traditions and subtle psychological plays. This is one of them. (Plus, I learned that it is totally inappropriate to give baked goods to an umpire before the game, and the umpire is specifically instructed not to be over familiar with the players, so he wouldn’t answer the question about his kids anyway!)

First of all, the umpire is often referred to as Blue, because of the color of his uniform.
There are usually four umpires in a MLB game. The one at the plate, is the umpire-in-chief, or plate umpire. He’s the one you see the most because he is calling strikes and balls. The other three are positioned around the three bases (thus called base umpires) but will move around to see the ball better and to keep out of the way of the players.

Number 1 Rule for umpires and printed in capital letters in the official rule book -- BE IN POSITION TO SEE EVERY PLAY.

Another important rule, the umpire’s call of a ball or a strike is final. Team members are not allowed to object to that decision or ask another umpire their opinion. Of course, batters do in a subtle, yet loud and fairly obvious way. Sometimes the batter will ask the umpire about his decision, so he can get a good sense of how the ump is defining the strike zone. And sometimes, especially as the game goes on, the batter shows his disagreement through the incredulous stare, the look that can wound, the ever so slight shaking of the head, and sometimes a little zinger under the breath directed to no one in particular.

One exception to the rule that batters can’t appeal to another umpire is the “check” swing or half swing. If a player starts to swing at a ball, then “checks” or halts his swing about halfway and the throw is outside of the strike zone, the plate umpire can request, or the manager or catcher can appeal to the first base or third base umpire to judge if the batter went far enough around to call it a full swing (thus a strike) because he missed the ball. The first base umpire is at a better angle to see how far around the bat goes.

Another important guide for an umpire is to call every play as accurately as they can. If he is sure about a call, he should not be intimidated by an angry player or saliva spraying manager. If he is not sure about a call, he should consult with other umps. And he should not play “compensatory justice" and try to make up for a bad call he might have made earilier by calling a favorable rulingl to even things ups. It should just be based on what is in front of him. There is no instant replay in baseball (on television yes, but the umpires never review an instant replay if a call is questioned like they do in football.) An umpire can request the help of another umpire but an umpire can never question the call of another umpire without being invited to. So that means the umpire’s call is pretty important. And you know, sometimes, they are wrong. A manager can appeal to the umpire to reverse a decision, such as a “safe” or “out” on base decision (but remember, not on balls and strikes.)

Thus that’s where the psychology comes in. That’s where the rule against attacking the umpire had to be put in, too.

Managers and players are not allowed to touch or assault the ump. Kicking sand on Blue’s shoes is considered contact (think of it as granular assault) and it’s come to symbolize the ultimate in disrespect. Past managers Earl Weaver of the Orioles and Billy Martin of the Yankees were the worst examples of the out of control displays of disagreement. We are a kinder and gentler nation now and there seems a much lower tolerance for disrespecting Blue. "Baseball follows culture!" the Boyfriend likes to expound and it certainly applies to this issue.

That brings us to another rule. If things get out of hand, an umpire can use his judgment to remove or eject a player or manager from the game. And you would think that a manager would avoid being tossed at all cost, but au contraire, my little cheese dripping nacho boat.

Arguing with the umpire never changes a strike to a ball, or a ball back into a strike. It usually doesn’t make the runner stealing base any less out at second. The umpire hardly ever changes his call. (though there is an appeal process to the higher ups after a game if the decision affected the outcome of the game.) The Main Honcho Father Figure Guy goes out and takes on the ump, get this, because his guys want him to. People get very passionate about their baseball and the manager is no exception. A manager defending his players fires up the crowd and it fires up the players too. The Boyfriend’s wisdom on this piece is, “He is not arguing because of this call. He is arguing for the next call.” It is a piece of baseball theater.

Sometimes the tantrum is a merely meltdown of a man who needs to learn to keep his temper. But sometimes it is actually a subtle stroke of strategic play. Joe Giardi, current manager of the Yankees, got thrown out recently for Yankees just recently (for “granular assault” of all things) and his team roared back and won the game.

Lou Piniella, former skipper for the Seattle Manager and now managing the Chicago Cubs, tells a story of how he wanted to charge up his lackluster team. When he handed in his batting order to the umpires, he asked, “I need to get thrown out of this game. Which one of you wants to do it?”

I think it’s a guy thing.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

The Loveable, Miserable Cubbies

In the last entry, I talked about slumps and streaks. There is the kind of slump where your team has a four, five or seven game losing streak. And then there is the kind of streak that the Chicago Cubs have been going through since 1908. The Cubs, one of the oldest ball clubs in the country, have not won a World Series since 1908. They have had good teams the last couple years, but somehow, the prize always slips from their grasp in the final weeks of the season. I asked a friend of mine, Steve, The Hopeless, Hopeful Cubbie’s Fan what it was like to be a Cubs fan all his life. This is what he wrote back.




Hey Girlfriend, I don’t want to be ethereal or nothin’ but you have to really understand that professional baseball is the most existential metaphor to life that we have. Besides pretzels, hot dogs and fresh cold beer, there is nothing like the Chicago Cubs and a losing baseball club to bring you back to believe that something spectacular is going to happen only to have your hopes dashed and a total sense of life crashing down. This is followed by a powerful sense of futility only to be put aside by “well, there’s always next year.” Please know that great baseball towns like the Chicago and Boston have had many years of breaking boys' hearts. It seems to be the reflection of life’s tormenting and cruel nature. Life is short and when people have heavy grief and discomfort at the death bed of their father, family and good friends, there is always the break by saying, “Did you hear what happened at Wrigley or Fenway?”

I can only think that Camus, Kafka and Sartre could easily explain “man’s” absurd condition by understanding the Chicago Cubs haven’t won a World Series since before cars, leather belts and briefs. 1908. I only make sense of this by reciting the words of an unknown author who sums it up by stating, “ the security of misery is stronger the misery of insecurity.” It’s easier to stay with what you know and what’s always happened than try to change teams, TV stations, traditions and yet another roster.

My father brought me to a number of Cubs games starting 6 years after my birth at Chicago First Presbyterian Hospital at 7 pound 2 ounces. I remember being icy cold by the east winds off Lake Michigan with no hot chocolate, tea or coffee in sight. Though this was a harsh and strange beginning that would make most females shy away, boys grasp the existential nature of death standing over one’s shoulder.

Only a Cubs fan would grasp these concepts and move forward by inertia, the love of childhood memories and the belief that Harry Caray will meet us at our final resting place.


Please refer to Steve Goodman’s “The Dying Cub Fan’s Last Request.”