Given how well they started the season last year, the way the Brewers’ second half of 2014 and the way this season has been going so far has, on more than one occasion, caused me to shake my head in disbelief. But that’s baseball, right? Stuart Shea’s poem below captures the frustration that I’m sure all Brewers fans are experiencing these days.
The team wasn’t good
Before Lucroy went down.
Then they fired the skipper
In hopes of a rebound.
But it’s all in vain,
It’s rebuild time again,
Let’s burn the whole thing to the ground.
Trade Garza, Segura,
Ramirez, and Lind,
And think about Braun,
If a deal’s in the wind.
But just don’t deal Scooter,
There ain’t no one cuter,
And as far as we know, he ain’t sinned.
No one’s gonna give a damn in July if you lost a game in March.
The college baseball teams of Louisiana-Lafayette and Louisiana-Monroe found themselves in the midst of a rain delay on Friday, but they didn’t let the weather get them down. Instead, they opted to pass the time by engaging in what appears to have been an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. Louisiana-Lafayette won that contest, though you would think someone had smashed a walk-off home run the way they celebrated.
When that competition did not pass enough time, they moved on to something even more exciting: a dance-off.
Now there’s some rain delay entertainment!
Mickey Mantle hit his 500th career home run on Mother’s Day, May 14, 1967. In doing so, Mantle fulfilled a promise made to his wife, Merlyn, regarding the timing of the blast. The round trip was hit into the lower deck of the right field corner of the lower deck at Yankee Stadium and made Mantle the sixth player in Major League history to reach the milestone.
I love George Brett’s Hall of Fame induction speech. His passion for baseball is apparent in every word and every story that he expresses. It’s no secret why he continues to be considered a hero in Kansas City.
What you have to remember is that baseball isn’t a week or a month but a season — and a season is a long time.
In case you missed it, here’s a dad who made an impressive bare-handed snag of a foul ball at yesterday’s Mets-Phillies game — and he did it with his seven-month-old son strapped to his chest. The ball came off the bat of Daniel Murphy, and the father, Mike Capko, had never caught a foul ball before in his life. He then turned and gifted the ball to his wife, the new mother. It’s too bad the Phillies couldn’t pull off a victory towards a more perfect Mother’s Day.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to go on a work-sponsored trip to Kansas City to see the American Jazz Museum, the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, and Sporting Park. Information regarding the tour was sent out a couple weeks ago, and naturally, upon seeing the Negro Leagues museum on the list, I jumped at the opportunity to sign up. Initially, I found myself placed on the waiting list, as over 140 people signed up for 98 spots on the tour, but with one day remaining, enough people canceled their reservations to grant me a spot of my own.
I hadn’t seen the Jazz and Negro Leagues museums in approximately ten years, so I was eager to revisit them. With such a large group, we were split in two, and my group started in the Jazz Museum. As part of our program, an employee of the museum spent about half-an-hour speaking to us first in a somewhat-dramatized fashion about various figures during that time-period. Ironically, she also mentioned at one point that there was also a video available that we wouldn’t have time to watch during our time, and I found myself thinking that we would have been better off watching the video than watching this lady act, especially since she spoke so low at times that I eventually lost track and stopped paying attention.
Once she finally cut us loose, however, I was much happier about the experience. The Jazz Museum is rather small, though one of the best parts about it is listening to the wide variety of music tracks where various styles and techniques are demonstrated. I also enjoyed the opportunity to read and learn more about Count Basie, the great jazz pianist whom I’ve admired since my own piano-playing days.
Finally, it was on to the Negro Leagues Museum. Fortunately, this time we weren’t subjected to the animated ramblings of a wanna-be Broadway soliloquist and could jump right into the meat of the museum.
It doesn’t appear that too much has changed within the museum in the last ten years, but then, once history has occurred, it cannot be changed either (barring the appearance of a mad scientist with a DeLorean, of course). There was still the field with the bronze baseball players, the timelines of events throughout the path, the uniforms, the lockers, the equipment. I don’t recall the Golden Gloves on display during my last trip through, but somehow, I’m pretty sure they were there too.
If nothing else, going through both of these museums serves as a good reminder of where our country has been, and how much work we have yet to do with regards to segregation and equality. Every culture has so much to offer to the world in general, and it’s a shame when we, as a people, deliberately wall ourselves off from exposure to those experiences.
Lunch at the Legends followed the museums. After a tasty lunch of chicken a la mer and a bit of browsing through a vareity of stores, it was on to Sporting Park, home of Sporting KC.
Throughout the tour, I found myself thinking that it’s too bad that I’m not a soccer fan, because this stadium is truly impressive. We were shown the variety of suites and other spaces available for a wide range of events. We also had the opportunity to see the press room and the locker room.
Those chairs in the locker room, we were told, are $4,000 Ferrari seats, complete with cup holders, USB ports, and outlets. Yes, I had the chance to sit in one, and yes, they are very comfortable. Clearly, our soccer team is enjoying the good life here in Kansas City. Somehow I doubt that either the Royals or the Chiefs are enjoying such luxurious amenities.
I don’t know what next year’s tour, if there is one, will hold. If I get the opportunity to make suggestions, however, a tour of Kauffman Stadium would be at the top of my list. As many times as I’ve been to the K, there are still parts of it that I have not seen (the high-roller suites, namely), and I would be completely star-struck by the chance to sit at Alex Gordon’s or Salvador Perez’s locker. I can only hope.
In a match-up against the Senators at Griffith Stadium on May 7, 1917, southpaw Babe Ruth managed to defeat Walter Johnson, 1-0. The Red Sox’s lone run was the result of a sacrifice fly by the Babe, who would prove to be as good a hitter as he was a pitcher.
You can observe a lot by watchin’.