Why does the baseball trade deadline continue to have an urgency that makes one think that someone somewhere wants a thing to happen, because if it doesn’t well, that would be horrible! No one got traded! Why do I exist if I didn’t make a trade!
Maybe they should just go join Four-H.
A lot of people die every day. I didn’t know exactly what a lot was, so I looked it up and wasn’t satisfied. But if you trust the net, at least somewhere between 36,ooo and 37,000 people die every day.
So why do I write about the “End of July” as if it was more important than another day, if so many perish? Sometimes, there are people that transcend, even if for a moment, that can inspire as we make our way through this murky progression of trying to understand why we keep our heads on straight while spinning around a yellow sun that spins around a galaxy that the most enormous brain can only begin to comprehend.
The two people I want to write a requiem for each are far past needing introduction. However, they deserve recognition for making a place that didn’t exist prior to their effort.
Nichelle Nichols is a personal hero for so many people. She was Lieutenant Ohura on Star Trek, The Original series, and played a role with class and consideration that you could be smart, more qualified than any man, and a translator. The (in)famous kiss between her and Kirk was something that just could not have happened without the force of will that was Gene Roddenberry. Thank goodness that they broke down that door.
Let’s talk about Bill Russell. He was arguably the greatest player in the NBA. Don’t try to break it down more than the championships, because that is how we measure the reason why we have teams. I love Kareem, The Doctor, and MJ, and Kobe, and Magic, and Lebron, and KD, and Dame, and Petro, and AI, and Worthy, Stockton, Malone, and Nash, and Pistol, and and I can go on forever because I love basketball.
We lost a wonderful actress today, who made the world a much more inviting place because as a young person I saw a black woman in a position of authority. She taught me I could look to her as a source of truth, by the fact that she spoke languages and helped me understand them. I do not think that people really understand how profound that role, as a translator was, to young people.
We lost a tree. Russell was kind, and considerate, and was a philosopher. He evaluated his worth in how he elevated the people he played with. And all I can say to that is that whenever a Yankees fan says “count the ringz”, you better check yourself.
I contemplate the time and money and coordination that went into this example of what I can only imagine is money in a budget that must be spent. It’s like someone had a challenged nephew that needed a summer job.
“Where The Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein wasn’t satisfying in its conclusion? I wish this was a farce. But it is a really well constructed and labelled barricade to let you know that if you walk around this sign, you won’t be on the non-existent sidewalk, which happens to be closed. If it existed.
When I walked around this incredibly ridiculous barricade, I spent that one second in fear that I would be shot by a sniper for not obeying the sign, while hoping with some sort of strange longing that on the other side, looking rearward, it would say, “SIDEWALK OPEN”, but alas, it was not the case.
Must be something like what baseball teams feel at the trade deadline.
Aaron Judge is doing superlative things this year, as he usually does when he isn’t hurt. Such as launching the ball to places where “normal” hitters just can’t reach on a change-up. I’m not saying that Aaron Judge is abnormal. What I am saying is that he is made for his time.
When you think of someone who is 6’7″ and looks and plays like a linebacker, along with having excellent vision, he is something that will cause baseball to change the game in small pieces, as they did when Bob Gibson made fools of anyone who thought they could get a bat around on his fastball and decided to change the height of the pitching mound. Think about that for more than ten seconds.
Judge has traction that he is going to end up near Ruth and Williams in the pantheon of players that people love to hate, or hate to love, or just get scrutinized. If he can stay healthy.
The interesting thing to me is that if you read the box scores and stats of Ruth and Williams and Bonds, you see that they were players that played at an elevated level for decades. Because I bleed pinstripe blue, I want to feel exalted that when Aaron Judge is having a great season, but I know there is always going to be a stigma because doubt and denial of statistics seems to be the course of baseball analyses.
Put Barry in the hall, and Pete, and Roger, and Sammy, and just get over the incredibly horrible past that baseball wrote all on its own. Money grab with one eye closed to that present day mockery that people weren’t in on the gaming of the system, while comfortably forgetting that the same industry was denying the best players from making a living wage. Heck, even the Supreme Court of the United States got in on the act. AND, denying so many players from joining or staying in the game in the first place because of the color of their skin or the fact that players were legally chattel.
In the mean time, enjoy the Greatest Game Ever Invented.
Our long-time friend Alex Belth authored a personal and compelling article that is something that every person should read.
It’s 28 to 5, Toronto over Boston, in the middle of the ninth.
Yes, 28 to 5.
What is it with the ‘Stros Colt .45s and how they owned the Yankees just after losing a series to Oakland? I currently blame Yordan Luthor Álvarez but also Craig Lex Biggio, retired evil baseball wizard genius.
Donnie Baseball appearing on Dan Patrick. It’s from a little while ago, but it’s just great stuff.
Nothing like trying to retread the tires on your Maybach. h/t DailyBeast.
It’s a hot, hot day in July heading towards All-Star week and I have chosen to sit in an air-conditioned room, with the intent of making what is now near 20 years of writing at YFSF/yanksfan-soxfan something that can be retained for the posterity of the efforts of so many who took part for years. It’s a very small part of the story of baseball, but it is thousands of posts. Hundreds of thousands of comments.
Passion, history, vitriol as well as commiseration all in a big baseball soup. Hopes expressed of one more important victory and sometimes rewarded but more often shunted to the side as the long-running saga of the story of baseball and the special relationship that people form with The Greatest Sport Ever Invented continues.
I can’t say that this a relaunch of yfsf.org, but at least there is a bit of work being done to the foundation and framing, and a new coat of paint. Hopefully it can be a resource for all the analysis, documentation, and humor that was generated by all the generous people who made the effort to contribute their thoughts. If you have a problem with how things are working, you can email me.. attackgerbil at yfsf dot org
In the spirit of the Marvelous summer, maybe I should have titled this post Glove and Chunder.
We know that the ‘Stros are cheaters who cheat a lot. But so are the Sox. I’ve been watching baseball for more than 45 years, and I don’t remember people not cheating at baseball. I think the Sox have better hitters, and the Stros have better pitchers, but it is best of seven, and that makes everything fragile.
My birthday almost always falls on July 13th, despite my best efforts. Okay, that sounds stupid. But it’s true. My favorite sport is baseball, and though it’s closely chased by the NBA which is a very tight battle in my mind, I love the game of baseball the most. I also love to ski, but that’s not really a sport, it’s more of an activity.
The point is that this year I’ll be enjoying the MLB All-Star Game, because it almost always happens on or near July 13th as usual. And I may watch the home-run derby the night before, but that seems like a bad omen because it always seems to wreck a year or two of a player’s production.
The best part is Shohei Ohtani is a once-in-a-lifetime player. And because he plays for the Angels, I don’t get to see him very often (even though I live on the left coast.. WTF?). But on my birthday, I will.