Monday, June 9, 2014

Bricks and Ivy


Why is the Ricketts family acting like the Keystone Cops?  I take that back.  The Cops would have gotten Wrigley Field’s renovation started by now.

Late last month, Cub management announced plans to move the bullpens from foul territory down either line to a spot under the outfield bleachers.  This would require knocking holes into the outfield walls for pitchers to look out through, and that would mean getting rid of some landmark protected bricks, to say nothing of ivy.

The only problem is, the Cubs don’t have the authority to do any of that, as they learned when city hall told them as much, and I couldn’t be happier.  The ballpark is an official landmark that its owners can’t gut as they please.  I’m sure the Cubs would love to pull off what the White Sox did nearly twenty years ago by claiming, it ain’t original.  The bleachers and ivy date to the late 1930s.

When the White Sox were hell-bent on getting a new facility for free in the 1980s, they had to go through the motions of submitting to a report on the historic nature of Comiskey Park, this strictly from an engineering standpoint.  Talk about stacking the deck.  The report came back that very little of the original facility from 1910 was still around, ergo, there was nothing historic to save.  Case closed, the White Sox feed from the public trough.  Indeed, the late ’80s were very different times.

People tend to think of landmarks—if they do at all—as places frozen in time, like the birthplace of someone famous.  Call it log-cabin syndrome.  But by this definition, hardly anything qualifies as a landmark.  Do you think the White House has remained unchanged since its opening in 1801?  My god, Obama has electricity.  Tear it down!

Well, that’s how my White Sox would do it.   

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Is Softball Sexist?


Yesterday, Sports Illustrated senior editor Emma Span wrote an op-ed piece in the NYT  asking, “Is Softball Sexist?”  Her answer was an unequivocal Yes.  The funny thing for me is that I’d stop sending pretty much the same essay to the Times after numerous rejections each spring.  Me no write good, I guess.

Anyway, I wanted to know what Clare thought of the piece.  You can’t expect someone who’s just gone through eight years of intense softball on the high school and college levels to turn on her sport, and she didn’t.  What I found interesting, though, was my daughter’s observation that, “All the best hitters I met played baseball first.”  And Clare, of course, belongs among them.
What I’d like to see is the Cubs opening up Wrigley Field to women for a little batting practice as part of its hundred-year anniversary.  I mean, the All American Girls Professional Baseball League was the brainchild of P.K. Wrigley, so why not?   

Friday, June 6, 2014

MLB Draft Day


In its never ending attempt to ape the NFL, major league baseball tried to make a production out of its annual draft yesterday.  I particularly (dis)liked the number-one draft choice singing karaoke.  Worse, in Chicago where football reigns as a 364-days-a-year story, comes the news that next year’s NFL draft could move to the Windy City.  Radio City Music Hall won’t be available.  Seriously.

Hmm, the Rockettes perform at Radio City.  Maybe baseball could take a hint from them and actually draft a woman.  What a kick in the butt of the sports’ establishment that would be.     

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Finished


The Women’s College World Series ended with Florida beating Alabama, two games to none.  Really, anything that bills itself as a world series has to be best of seven.

Alabama went old school, starting Jaclyn Traina a second straight day, even though she’d thrown 114 pitches 24-hours earlier; Traina didn’t make it out of the second inning.  Conversely, Florida used three pitchers in a 6-3 win.

And now all the seniors on both teams find themselves in the same predicament as my daughter.   Clare has defined herself as an athlete for so long, what does she do now?  Walk away, get fat, play in co-ed league?  ESPN doesn’t have answers for that.     

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Say What?


The announcers for last night’s Women’s College World Series game on ESPN alternated between gibberish and cliché.  Item #1:  Alabama starting pitcher Jaclyn Traina was throwing at 70 miles per hour, “which is like 100 miles per hour in baseball.”  Then tell me, why doesn’t somebody see what Traina could do with a baseball in her right hand?

And then we have this gem—Florida pitcher Hannah Rogers “pitches to contact.”  Well, so has every pitcher with a career ERA over 4.00.  Better to say that Rogers depends on groundballs rather than strikeouts.  Tommy John did, too.     

Monday, June 2, 2014

Coach Q


The Blackhawks lost game seven of the Western Conference finals to the L.A. Kings in overtime last night, so there’ll be no Stanley Cup repeat in Chicago this year.  When it was over, Hawks’ coach Joel Quenneville had to appear for the obligatory postgame media session.  Lesser coaches have imploded over lesser losses, but not Quenneville.  That would have been totally out of character for the man.

I’ve never met him, but my nephew Nathan did, twice, the first time as a waiter; Coach left a big tip.  Nathan reminded him of that when Coach came to visit a few weeks before Nathan’s death last March of pediatric cancer.  He was 23.
Clare hit a homerun in Florida for her cousin, a hockey coach dropped by to visit.  Each did what they could to help a boy deal with the worst break imaginable.  If nothing else, their actions made an impression on me.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

'06-'10-'14


Eight years ago next weekend, Clare graduated eighth grade.  During her party, she snuck in to watch Northwestern play in the Division I Women’s College World Series; the Wildcats finished second.  Four years ago, Clare graduated high school and watched UCLA win the Series.  I watched, too, because that was my job as a father, and to drive to wherever next week’s tournament was being held.

Yesterday, on May 31, 2014, our daughter graduated yet again.  It was a sunny day in Elmhurst, as evidenced by my sunburned forehead and scalp; the commencement speaker went on about achieving goals the way he had in setting up a PPO health plan for some state or country, I’m not sure which.  I was only twenty-four hours removed from a trip to the emergency room for “peripheral vertigo.”  Who knew a human being could vomit so while lying flat down on a floor?

We had a nice lunch after the ceremony, changed and watched this year’s World Series.  We liked Oregon, but they’re out.  And I won’t be driving to a tournament next weekend.