“Cobb Would Have Caught It,” by Robert Fitzgerald

My first thought upon seeing the title of this piece was, “As if Cobb really needed the ego boost?”  But I really love the imagery of this piece — I almost feel as though I was living in the moment.  This poem can be found in Robert Fitzgerald’s Spring Shade: Poems 1931-1970.

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In sunburnt parks where Sundays lie,
Or the wide wastes beyond the cities,
Teams in grey deploy through sunlight.

Talk it up, boys, a little practice.

Coming in stubby and fast, the baseman
Gathers a grounder in fat green grass,
Picks it stinging and clipped as wit
Into the leather: a swinging step
Wings it deadeye down to first.
Smack. Oh, attaboy, attyoldboy.

Catcher reverses his cap, pulls down
Sweaty casque, and squats in the dust:
Pitcher rubs new ball on his pants,
Chewing, puts a jet behind him;
Nods past batter, taking his time.
Batter settles, tugs at his cap:
A spinning ball: step and swing to it,
Caught like a cheek before it ducks
By shivery hickory: socko, baby:
Cleats dig into dust. Outfielder,
On his way, looking over shoulder,
Makes it a triple. A long peg home.

Innings and afternoons. Fly lost in sunset.
Throwing arm gone bad. There’s your old ball game.
Cool reek of the field. Reek of companions.

This day in baseball: Comiskey Park is born

Ground broke on February 10, 1910 for the construction of Charles Comiskey’s new “Baseball Palace of the World,” located in Chicago at the corner of 35th Street and Shields Avenue.  This palace was to be a concrete and steel stadium, built to replace the outdated South Side Park.  Originally named White Sox Park, the stadium opened on July 1, 1910 and soon became known as Comiskey Park.  The stadium was particularly spacious, with dimensions of 362 feet down each line and 420 feet to straight-away center field.  The first night game in Chicago was played at Comiskey Park on August 14, 1939.

White Sox (Comiskey) Park, 1913 (University of Maryland Digital Collections, National Trust Library Historic Postcard Collection/public domain)

Greener Grass: Cuba, Baseball and the United States

En Cuba, no se habla de la pelota, se discute… ~dicho popular

Last night, I watched Greener Grass: Cuba, Baseball and the United States, a documentary that recounts the history of baseball in Cuba.  It took some effort to get my hands on a copy, but with the help of the folks at the public library, I finally managed to get one through inter-library loan.cuba 2 greener_grass

The history covered in the documentary begins in 1878, with the formation of the first Cuban League.  Throughout the video, the cultural and political implications of the game as it exists in Cuba receive scrutiny. Given the nature of the relationship between the United States and Cuba, it is no surprise that baseball would necessarily have a political role.  Up until the Cuban Revolution and the ban on professional sports in Cuba in the early 1960s, Americans and Cubans frequently played ball together on the small island nation.  Cuban baseball, in fact, had integrated several decades before American baseball.  As the documentary depicts, the game has served as both a connection and a barricade between the two nations.

The documentary incorporates a ton of historical footage, including interviews with men like Rene Arocha, who was among the first forty Cuban players to defect during the 1990s, Orlando “El Duque” Hernandez, who went on to play for the New York Yankees, and Tommy Lasorda, the former Los Angeles Dodgers manager who also played in the Cuban Professional League.

What struck me most intensely as I watched this film was the reverence that Cubans clearly hold for baseball.  This may be the National Pastime for the United States, but for Cuba, baseball holds an almost religious status.  The level of play and competition in this small nation rivals that of even the most talented American teams.  As Cuban fans like to point out, their teams don’t play for fame or money, but rather, they play out of love for the game.

In Cuba, you don’t talk about baseball, you argue…  ~popular saying