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  • Guest Post: 7 Reasons To Love The Sport Of Baseball

    Guest Post: 7 Reasons To Love The Sport Of Baseball

    Today’s guest post comes from a great friend of 7 Reasons, Simon Best.  When he’s not thinking about baseball or pancakes, Simon can be found working with youths and – having finally finished his doctoral thesis – he is soon to become Dr Beat, a typo that we really hope will catch on.
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    1.  Simplicity.  Baseball is essentially very simple. One guy (a pitcher) chucks a ball to another (a catcher).  The batter – standing in front of the catcher – tries to hit it and then runs in a diamond, back to where he started, while the rest of the pitcher’s team tries to either catch the ball, or get the ball to one of four ‘bases’ at the points of the diamond before the batter reaches the base. The two teams take it in turns to bat; the team that has got the most people round the diamond wins. Got that?  Good.  It is so simple that a version of it is played by British primary school children.

    2.  Statistics.  While it is very simple, the sport of baseball also has incredibly detailed and complicated statistics, all with their own abbreviations/acronyms.  There are RBIs (runs batted in), SBs (stolen bases), ERA (earned run average), BS, (blown saves), and the brilliantly acronymed WHIP (Walks and hits per inning pitched).  There are statistics for batters, pitchers, fielders and teams. There is even a specific term for the study of baseball through statistics (Sabermetrics).  Not even cricket, famed for its use of statistics, can rival that. Sabermetrics even uses a Pythagorean expectation to estimate how many games a team “should” have won, based on the number of runs they scored and conceded.  There are even two universities that have courses in Baseball statistics – universities that no woman has ever attended, probably.

    3.  Uniforms (i.e. kit).  In particular, their purity. Almost all baseball teams have virtually identical kits: white for when they play at home, and grey for when they play away (or ‘on the road’).  There are some notable exceptions of course, particularly the New York Yankees’ racy pinstripes.  In recent years, some teams have introduced a third change uniform and the use of primary colours like red, blue and black, but there are no gaudy stripes or chevrons, no large sponsors’ logos and no new kits every season, as in football. The distinguishing feature of a team’s uniform is the cap – another great thing about baseball – which has become a fashion item the world over.  The off-the-field adoption of this piece of sports attire is something without an equivalent in other sports – aside from British thugs who wear football kits while holidaying in the Algarve to show off their lobster-coloured ‘tan’, and a few chaps in Fulham who regard cricket sweaters as ‘casual dress’ – to be worn with chinos, an oxford shirt and deck shoes.

    4.  The Seventh Inning Stretch.  With no half-time interval and a quick turnaround between innings, the game needs a break for all fans to get more beer and hotdogs. As well as providing that opportunity, the seventh inning stretch includes a public aerobics session (to work off all the beer and hotdogs). This is accompanied by the collective singing of Take Me Out To The Ballgame, a song written by Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer, who wrote it without ever having been to a game – you can’t say that about Skinner and Baddiel, though obviously we’d all rather they’d stuck to attending football matches and hadn’t started writing songs.

    Brilliantly, the seventh-inning-stretch doesn’t come half way through the game, but towards the end (thirteen-eighteenths of the way through to be precise), thus avoiding a post-half time lull in action. If the game is close, it provides a break before the climax; if one team is well ahead then it gives the other hope for a change in fortunes, a comeback, and possibly even a glorious ninth-inning rally.  Or not, if you support the Red Sox.

    5.  Cost. Baseball is ridiculously cheap to watch.  You can sit in a seat with a slightly obstructed view at Yankee Stadium for $5.  That’s right, five dollars.  That’s £3.25. The cheapest seat that you’ll get at Everton FC is £29 – almost ten times as much – and watching Everton isn’t ten times as good as watching the Yankees (even in my own imagination).  When you watch baseball, you can spend the £26 you’ve saved on other things.  Americans spend it on food.

    6.  Racial desegregation: Yes, there was Martin Luther King and Brown v Board of Education, but one of the most culturally significant events in the civil rights movement was the ending of racial segregation in baseball, which was brought about when the Brooklyn Dodgers signed Jackie Robinson in 1947. Robinson became the first black man to play in major league baseball since the 1880s. Black players – even those of exceptional talent – had been confined to the Negro leagues for six decades.  As Dr King might have said, Robinson was judged not by the colour of his skin, but by how well he played baseball – and that was brilliantly.  The Dodger’s manager, Leo Durocher, took a gamble in signing Robinson and he received much criticism, but he stuck to his guns and was rewarded, as were baseball fans all over America, by seeing Robinson in action.

    7.  The Opening Pitch: Another piece of razzamatazz.  Celebrities are often chosen to throw the first pitch of a game.  They’re of varying degrees of fame; from pop singers to presidents, actors to astronauts, TV stars to talk-show hosts. Can you imagine John Prescott kicking off the FA Cup Final or Angela Rippon bowling the first over in a Lords’ test match (actually, I quite like those ideas). I know the opening pitch is largely ceremonial but nevertheless, it symbolises the involvement of these personalities in America’s national pastime. It is in a totally different league than television pictures of Cliff Richard eating strawberries and cream at Wimbledon, and offers the possibility that the celebrity might be humbled by throwing a baseball badly.  One day, Americans may be able to see that Barack Obama is human because he can’t throw a split-fingered fast ball.  Though being Barack Obama, he probably can.

  • 7 Reasons Bull Durham Is The Greatest Baseball Movie Ever

    7 Reasons Bull Durham Is The Greatest Baseball Movie Ever

     

     

    1.  Women.  Unusually for baseball films, the central character is a woman.  This shouldn’t be unusual – some of the most passionate and knowledgeable sport fans I know are women – but it is.  The use of a female narrator and the fact that the baseball isn’t the only story in the movie – the journey that Susan Sarandon’s character goes on isn’t really about baseball at all – gives it a totally different perspective to other baseball films, making it far more rounded and realistic.   It’s about baseball, but it’s also a romantic comedy.  Would my wife sit through The Pride of the Yankees or Eight Men Out with me?  No.  Would I watch Sleepless In Seattle or You’ve Got Mail with her?  No.  Would we watch Bull Durham together?  Well… no – but only because she’s out shopping at the moment.

    2.  Realism. Despite not being entirely about baseball, Bull Durham has some of the most realistic and interesting scenes of match-play in films.  This shouldn’t be a surprise, since the director spent five years playing in the Minor Leagues.  The tight, close-up shots of Davies batting and Laloosh pitching – with their thoughts providing the voiceover – are far more intimate than anything usually seen during matches in baseball movies.  The rest of the off-field baseball activity is also imbued with a down-to-earth realism.  We learn that you should never punch a man with your pitching hand, and that you’ll never make it to the Major Leagues with fungus on your shower shoes – which is obviously where I went wrong.

    3.  Tim Robbins.  Tim Robbins is in Bull Durham.  Tim Robbins is funny looking.  Tim Robbins is weird.  Tim Robbins is distracting.  Tim Robbins ruins most of the films he is in for those reasons.  To withstand the casting of Tim Robbins, a film has to be very, very good.  High Fidelity, for example, managed to overcome a hugely distracting appearance by him.  In Bull Durham he is still quite distracting (and weird), but he’s good.  It’s a measured performance in which the growth of his character is completely convincing and very well performed.  If your film is good enough to withstand the presence of Tim Robbins, it’s a very good film.  If your film can withstand – and be enhanced – by his presence, it must be a great film.  He’s still weird though.  And funny looking.

    4.  Sex.  You don’t often find sex in baseball films.  This is a shame.  I like sex; I like baseball (and we don’t have much of either in England).  Baseball movies are full of men being men, involved in manly pursuits like sport or drinking beer or more sport.   In Bull Durham though, with strong female characters and a female narrator, there is room for more than just baseball.  This is great, as the film’s other preoccupation is sex.  Not gratuitous, graphic sex, mark you – it’s quite understated.  It’s just that the film has sex, romance and mortality as central themes in addition to the baseball, making it far more rounded and interesting that the usual baseball movie fare.  I could have done without seeing Tim Robbins in a suspender belt though.  That’s something that should be hidden away on the internet.

    5.  Comedy.  Bull Durham is well written, performed and works brilliantly as a whimsical drama based around small-town Minor League baseball.  It would stand alone as a good, solid drama.  But it doesn’t stop there.  This charming film is also full of some wonderfully observed and pithy lines.  When worldly Crash Davis discovers the inexperienced Nuke LaLoosh wearing the aforementioned suspender belt in the locker room he calmly walks up to him, adjusts it and tells him, “The rose goes on the front, big guy”.

    6.  Making poetry interesting.  I hate Walt Whitman.  Some of my hatred for Mr Whitman stems from three years of being forced to endure his wearisome prose at University.  I found him dull in the first place, and my opinion was not helped by having him read to me in lectures or having to read him myself at home.  Bull Durham shows us how to study Walt Whitman: tied up in  Susan Sarandon’s bed*.  I’d have happily spent three years doing that.

    7.  Kevin Costner.  I’ve never really understood the enormous appeal Kevin Costner had in the ‘80s and ‘90s.  I always found him a bit dull.  In Bull Durham he plays Crash Davis, an experienced and underrated Minor League catcher coming to the end of his career.  He seems to be playing Don Johnson playing Sonny Crockett playing Crash Davis, but it works very well.  When he’s not playing ‘ball he’s all moody introspection and Bourbon-swilling charm.  Sadly, he does not live on a boat with an alligator.

    *Susan Sarandon has not replaced Jennifer Aniston in the affections of this website.  We imagine them in complementary roles.

  • 7 Reasons That The Mark McGwire Steroid Admission Is Shameful

    7 Reasons That The Mark McGwire Steroid Admission Is Shameful

    1.  Timing. Five years ago, when he told a Congressional committee that he “hadn’t come to talk about the past”, before refusing to discuss his own drug use, Mark McGwire had nothing to gain by discussing it.  Now though, with accusations and witness testimonies about his drug use mounting – his own brother’s even – Mark McGwire does have something to gain from admitting his drug use.  The Cardinals couldn’t employ a batting coach who was still lying about his drug use – that would taint their current playing squad with suspicion.  It is only by finally admitting his deception that McGwire can hope to remain in  employment.  His admission is not contrition, it is not an attempt to seek redemption, it is both cynical and self serving.

    2.  Mistake.  Mark McGwire stated in his interview with Bob Costas that his persistent steroid use was a “mistake”.  That’s really the wrong word to use.  Pressing the wrong button on your computer and sending an email before you’ve finished writing it is a mistake.  Forgetting to thank your host at a dinner party is a mistake.  Persistent use of illegal performance enhancing drugs over the course of several years to gain sporting and pecuniary advantage is not a mistake.  A better word to describe his use of steroids would be “cheating”, or “abomination”, “deception”, “fraud”, “charlatanism”, “bilking”, “duplicitous”, “shameful”, “treacherous”, “crooked”, “dishonest”, “swindling”…  I could go on.  Seriously, I could come up with hundreds of words to describe his conduct, all of them more appropriate than “mistake”.  I could do it without recourse to performance enhancing drugs too.  I could probably manage it on nothing more powerful than a couple of cups of coffee.

    3.  Dismissive.  McGwire also attempts to downplay his steroid use.  He replied “Absolutely” when asked if he could have hit over 70 runs in a season without them.  Really?  Why go to the trouble of taking them then?  Why risk being unmasked as a cheat by the authorities?  Why endanger your health by taking them?  Of course Mark McGwire couldn’t have hit 70 home runs in a season without them.  If he could have, he wouldn’t have resorted to using them.

    McGwire is trying to tell us is that his drug use had no effect on his ability to hit the ball.  This is laughable when consider the extra strength and power that its users of human growth hormone are  able to generate.

    Let’s put that to one side though, McGwire states that he took illegal drugs to get him through injuries, which means that without them, his ability to get through the scrapes and knocks of professional baseball would have been diminished.  Can you hit 70 home runs in a season when you spend a reasonable amount of it on the DL?  Of course you can’t.  Mark McGwire gained a large advantage as a result of the use of steroids, and if his admission had been made for the right reasons, he would have been honest enough to admit it.  He cheated then, and he’s lying now.

    4. Hall of Fame. One of the possible reasons McGwire won’t admit that taking performance-enhancing-drugs enhanced his performance is the Baseball Hall of Fame.  Perhaps he still harbours some ambition to be elected into it.  If he admitted that his cheating affected his home run statistics he would surely diminish his chances even further, as he certainly doesn’t deserve to be there as a result of his fielding performances, his base-running or his batting average, which were nothing special.   His only hope is that his home run achievements will get him elected .  Mark McGwire is a cheat and it would be a disgrace if he were elected to the Hall of Fame.  He should be only be accepted into the Baseball Hall of Fame if Milli Vanilli are elected into the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame, Joseph Stalin is canonised and Heather Mills is given a Knighthood.

    5.  Money.  The astonishing thing is that McGwire stands to gain financially from admitting his drug use – however grudging and duplicitous his admissions have been.  Here is a man who cheated at his sport and made hundreds of millions of dollars in salaries, bonuses and endorsements as a result of that.  He stands to keep his job with the Cardinals as a result of his admission, he’ll probably write a tell-all book – with all of the publishing advances and serialisation fees that come with that – and he’ll probably turn up crying on Oprah.  What he definitely won’t be doing is paying back the money he gained by cheating.  What of his opponents who didn’t take drugs and were out-performed by McGwire and his team?  Will McGwire reimburse them for their lost win-bonuses?  Will he reimburse companies he endorsed, whose reputation now stands to be tainted as a result of his admission?  Will he reimburse the baseball fans who went to see a fair contest – this is a sport, remember – and didn’t see one?  Of course he won’t.  It is as likely as Simon Cowell saying something nice or doing something worthy.

    6. Reaction.  It’s not just McGwire’s conduct that has been shameful.  Most of the reaction I’ve read and heard has been right-minded and fair.  This is understandable, McGwire’s steroid use doesn’t come as a surprise in a sport that’s been so tainted by drug abuse, but it would be nice if comment on it were a little less calm and rational.  It may be something that we’ve all come to expect but that doesn’t mean that we should accept it so readily.  The most outraged commentator I have read about this is me.  I’m furious!  I don’t understand how a man can cynically admit to defrauding the sporting public and sully the reputation of the wonderful game of baseball and generate so little vitriol from commentators.  If a similar situation had occurred in English football, the media would be leading mobs with torches and pitchforks to his door and nobody would condemn them for it.  As for the reaction of Bobby Knight, I can only assume that he is Gatorade-addled.  Bobby Knight; you sir, are an idiot.

    7.  * Once again, this admission brings back the spectre of statistics.  When Benjamin Disraeli spoke of  “Lies, damned lies and statistics”,  he couldn’t have even begun to imagine the mess that baseball statistics are in.  What do you do with McGwire’s records?  They were obtained illegally, by cheating.  What do you say to an honest player who scores 69 home runs in a season?  That they’re the third best of all time?  Statistically that’s what this honest player would be – that’s what the records would show – but we all know that McGwire scored 70 home runs in a season by cheating.  Is it even enough to put an asterisk next to his scores?  I believe they should be removed from the record book altogether.  If his scores remain, McGwire wasn’t just cheating baseball then, he’s cheating baseball now.  What incentive is there for honest athletes to give their all in a sport where cheats continue to prosper in its recorded history?

    I would like to apologise to regular 7 Reasons readers.  We are supposed to be a humour-based website and I feel I haven’t been very funny here, but I find it very hard find any humour in this sordid and repugnant affair.  I love baseball and I feel cheated.