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Baseball Tour! * 7 Games in 7 days! * 7 Days to Go!

Woo Hoo!  Dragging out the luggage today getting ready for my baseball trip in exactly one week .   The plane actually leaves on Thursday night and we’ll arrive early, very early, in Boston Friday morning and take a transfer to Baltimore.   I’ve been fortunate to have  traveled to some really great places these past 10 years.   I’ve been on cruises to the Eastern & Western Caribbean, the Mexican Riviera and the Mediterranean.   Toured England, Ireland, France, Italy, Spain and Monaco.  But the God’s truth is my very favorite vacation was the baseball tour I took in 2004 with my grandson, Jake, who was 13 at the time.   I knew back then I wanted to take this trip again.   So here it is, 6 years later, and this is the same tour I took in 2004.    There’s  lots of  baseball tours out there but  I’d recommend Dan Lindsey’s Diamond Baseball Tours to anyone.  They’re great!   Also, they have different tours and my goal is to take them all!   But this time I’m taking the same tour so I can share the experience with my spouse, sister and brother-in-law who are joining me .    Here’s the schedule and I’ll share experiences daily as they happen.  At least thats the plan……

  • Saturday June 26  Washington @ Baltimore
  • Sunday June 27 Minnesota @ New York Mets
  • Monday June 28  Baseball Hall of Fame @ Cooperstown
  • Tuesday June 29 Seattle @ New York Yankees
  • Wednesday June 30 Tampa @ Boston
  • Thursday July 1 Philadelphia @ Pittsburg
  • Friday July 2 Cincinnati @ Chicago Cubs 

 So this week I’m cleaning the house so the babysitter won’t think I’m a slob (baby is a  Pomeranian),  buying last minute necessities like coffee filters, espresso,  miniature bottles of everything (minimize problems with TSA),  batteries for camera, laptop (whew. major investment!) suncreen and items to be determined.   We’ll talk again in a few days!   This is gonna be fun…….I wish you could all go with me!   No, really!!   

Buster at the bat ….. (Inspired by Casey?)

 I watched the  Giants game today in San Francisco and for some reason that crazy poem “Casey at the Bat” has been going through my head ever since.   I’d been looking forward to seeing Buster Posey play and  had high hopes for an afternoon of home runs, doubles, etc.   However, his MLB average dropped to under .400 for the first time today and even though he wasn’t very productive, he still looked great and it was just a really good experience witnessing this rising new phenom.   I just had to dive in and read this delightful poem again and actually recite it aloud ( I used to know it by heart…..) maybe inspired in my head by Buster, or at least by the thought of Buster, even though he didn’t actually strike out today.   So here it is for those who don’t mind a dose of nostalgia.

CASEY AT THE BAT by Ernest Lawrence Thayer ©

Published: The Examiner (06-03-1888)
The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that –
We’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they’d a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out

The Umpire…….toughest job in baseball!

“I couldn’t see well enough to play when I was a boy, so they gave me a special job – they made me an umpire.”  President of the United States, Harry S. Truman.

As a player I probably would have said the toughest position in baseball is catcher.  I wasn’t particularly afraid of the ball, but when you’ve been beaned a couple times and missed a ball that was impossible to catch anyhow and the other team scores, you realize even when things are going right, they can still go really, really wrong.    But looking at this as a spectator the toughest job has to be, without a doubt, the lowly umpire.   My first exposure to this was at age 10 watching my dad at at my brother’s games giving the ump the going-over, beer in hand, standing up yelling obscenities and setting a stellar example for a couple of kids learning by example.  Totally mortifying!   So years later when I became the parent in the stands cheering my heart out in support of my little darlings at T-Ball I was very cognizant of these memories.   Imagine my shock and humiliation when I was thrown out of a T-Ball  game for, you guessed it, yelling at the umpire!  The embarrassment is still with me.

So all of these memories came flooding back as I watched last night’s replay of the Cleveland/Detroit infamous tag at first.  The missed call denied the young pitcher the rarest of rare “perfect game”.   This mornings sports headlines would have been all about Ken Griffey Jr’s retirement had this incident not occurred.  Well maybe not.  A perfect game for sure demands a certain amount of headlines.  But no matter.   History has been made and it won’t be changed.   I feel for the Tiger fans.  And I hope the Commissioner’s going to step in and make things right.  And he should.  It’s the right thing to do.   But please, please don’t bring in the instant replay.   For crying out loud this is baseball!    What really strikes me about this scenario is the candid manner in which the umpire immediately spoke up about the matter on seeing the replay.  But then, what else could he have done?    (Now’s the time we probably should give this guy a name.  He has, after all been a major league umpire for 22 years without any, well, almost any, controversy).

But I don’t want to talk about the umpire, or the kid who threw the unrealized perfect game. or instant replay.   This story’s about the DETROIT TIGER FANS.  What would  baseball, or any sport for that matter, be without the fans?    Today when the same players, same umpire(s) and the same fans sat for another round of Cleveland/Detroit baseball,  the umpire Jim Joyce was introduced among a smattering of boos, it’s expected, always happens, not a surprise.  But what was a surprise was the standing ovation and cheers that went up for this guy.  I’m emotional just writing about it.  And so was he.  He had to wear sunglasses to hide the tears for a press conference later.   I’ll bet Jim Joyce didn’t get two hours sleep last night.  As much as we love to razz the umps, they have the reputation of being the most honest trustworthy bunch of guys (a little nearsighted at times) but never ever do we believe they make a bad call “on purpose”.  And for all those split second “how did they do it?” johnny-on-the spot calls, they get no special recognition.  It’s their job and they love it and they do it better than anyone.    Detroit Tiger fans know this.   They know the umpire has the toughest job in baseball so they cut him a little slack and on they go to the next game.    That’s what’s so great about baseball.   The Detroit Tiger fans.  A real Class Act…….representing the best of baseball.

….The toughest call an Umpire has to make…. It’s having to throw a guy out of the game after you blew the hell out of the play.”  American League Umpire Bill Kinnamon.

 

Baltimore Orioles, Camden Yards & Crabcakes!

One of my favorite ballparks is Oriole Park at Camden Yards.   When I first saw it back in 2004 I felt like I’d been there before, which of course I hadn’t.   Maybe it just reminded me of pictures of grand old stadiums with the brick facades, with it’s  brick B & O Warehouse as a partial border.  It’s Oriole Park located on a river that empties into the Chesapeake Bay and is only a few minutes walk to the Inner Harbor shops & restaurants.  The playing field sits 16 feet below street level.   Its a grand stadium and the food is terrific so I’m told.   

My determination to dine on Maryland Crabcakes took me to Phillips Seafood restaurant at the Inner Harbor, about 12 minute walk from Camden Yards.   I really wanted to try the Crabcake sandwich at the ballpark but  it was raining (the game was eventually rained out) and I wasn’t quite ready to settle into the ballpark, so I ventured toward the harbor and landed at Phillips.  It was a great choice and  I was not disappointed!   Shirley Phillips, co-founder of the restaurant shares her award winning recipe below.   Costco has lump crab meat in 1# containers that works great with this recipe!

SHIRLEY PHILLIPS CRABCAKES

8oz. Phillips Crab Meat
½ tsp. Seafood Seasoning
1 egg
1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
1/8 tsp. dry mustard
1 Tbsp. mayonnaise
½ tsp. lemon juice
1 ½ tsp. mustard
1 ½ tsp. melted butter
½ tsp. parsley flakes
¼ c. breadcrumbs

Preparation Instructions

In a large mixing bowl, combine all ingredients except for crab meat. Gently fold in the crab meat, being careful not to break up the lumps.  Shape into cakes.  Pan fry or bake at 375°F degrees for 12-15 minutes or until evenly brown on each side and reaches an internal temperature of 165 degrees.

GRAB YOUR MITT AND TURN UP THE VOLUME…..!!

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILFWDwVJQxs&feature=related

Centerfield by John C. Fogerty (1985)
Centerfield
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone – the sun came out today!
We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field.
A-roundin’ third, and headed for home, it’s a brown-eyed handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.Oh, put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine, watchin’ it from the bench;
You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out.
So Say Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio;
Don’t say “it ain’t so”, you know the time is now.Oh, put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.Yeah! I got it, I got it!Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it’s time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch ’em all – a moment in the sun;
(pop) It’s gone and you can tell that one goodbye!Oh, put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.Oh, put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.Yeah!
Centerfield

Video Courtesy of BoofMcBoofy

It was 1958 when I first met Willie Mays …..

It was 1958 and Pan Am introduced the first 707 trans Atlantic jet service,  President Eisenhower sent 5,000 Marines to Lebanon,  The United States launched its first satellite  and the New York Giants moved to San Francisco.    The latter is important because if they had stayed in New York, chances are good I never would have seen a Professional Baseball Game.  And I  never would have met Willie Mays.  At least not when I was 15, when it really counted!  

Dad and mom took me and my cousin, Denny, to watch  the San Francisco Giants play at Seal Stadium on August 31, 1958.  I can remember everything.  The stadium probably wasn’t very big but to me it was the biggest stadium ever

Seals Stadium

 built.  And the crowd was probably pretty small by today’s standards, maybe 10,ooo, but to me it was huge, with the  best, loudest and wildest bunch of fans ever gathered for a sports event.  I was overjoyed with the thought of it all!  I’d spent the entire summer scoring every broadcast game, play by play, glued to the radio and occasionally the tv.  If there was a game that day, I had my home-made scorecard ready complete with line-ups, pencils sharpened and ready to go, and carefully recorded every play.  When dad walked through the door at night I went over the game with him,  play by play, every detail recorded precisely as it happened.

But this day I didn’t have my home-made scorecard and pencils.  No, today, I was a spectator at a Giants and Dodger game and boy was I proud to be there!    The one thing I remember most about that game was when Willie Mays hit his home run.  There were a couple home runs hit that day, but the only one I remember was Willie’s.  When Willie hit his

Willie Mays

home run and he  threw the bat down,  and he began his trip  around the bases, it was an incredible sight to see.  He had the longest legs I had ever seen, and they stretched out, straight out, with every step, and I swear it only took him  12 steps to get around the bases.   I kept telling my dad, “did you see that,  did you see that?”  We (Denny and I) were jumping up and down .   I’ve seen pictures of Willie Mays running the bases since then and it doesn’t seem like anything spectacular, but back on August 31, 1958, it was truly a spectacular thing.    

After the game, when the players left the ballpark, I leaned over the railing and yelled at Willie  and he looked at me and I did catch his eye for a split second (a very split second), and that was when I first met Willie Mays, at least in my mind, for a split second,  even though I’m sure  he would never remember this.  To a 15 year old kid back in 1958 , it was the making of a memory of a lifetime.  And that’s the way I’ll always remember it.  Me and Willie Mays, together at Seals Stadium, in downtown San Francisco, on August 31, 1958.

Today in Baseball History……Ted Williams

  • May 16th.  1954 – Ted Williams returns to action after breaking his collarbone in spring training and goes 8-for-9 with two home runs and seven RBI in a doubleheader against the Tigers. Williams has three hits in game one, a 7-6 loss. He goes five-for-five in the nightcap, including two home runs, but Boston loses 9-8 in 14 innings.  

Today I planned on blogging about my first major league baseball game , but when I read this staggering ditty about Ted Williams I had to share it with you.  Think about this.  Ted Williams breaks his collarbone in spring training.  That means by May 16 , his first game back, his recovery couldn’t have been more than 3 months max.  Everything written about him tells us he was one of the cockiest, most self-confident, hardest working gamers of all time.   He played 21 years in MLB with 5 years absence as a Marine Corps Pilot and retired on 9/28/1960 after hitting a home run in his final at bat. 

Ted Williams Career Statistics

G AB R H 2B 3B HR RBI SB CS BB SO BA OBP SLG
2,292 7,706 1,798 2,654 525 71 521 1,839 24 17 2,019 709 .344 .482 .634

 .344 Lifetime Batting Average.    Are you kidding me?  And look at the other Stats!   I guess that just about says it all.   (Does anyone know what “CS 17” means?  It’s making me nuts…….)

Gilroy Garlic Fries! Ummm…ummm Good!

Recipes: Garlic French Fries

(OFFICIAL FOOD OF THE SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS – or at least it should be!)

Ingredients:

  •  Oil for frying (peanut or canola)
  •  4 Russet potatoes or 12 oz bag of frozen pre cut fries
  • (I prefer frozen – save yourself some time)
  •  1/2 cup fresh minced garlic
  •  1/4 cup kosher salt
  •  1 Tbsp black pepper
  •  1 Tbsp dried Chives
  •  2 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil

 

Directions:

Cut the washed potatoes into 1/2 inch to 3/8 inch thick strips (if using a French mandolin set it to its thickest setting). Heat the oil in a cast iron pot or any heavy duty pot to 360 degrees.

Heat the olive oil in a frying pan then add the minced garlic for 30 seconds. Remove from pan and add to a mixing bowl with the salt, pepper, and chives. Mix well.

The potatoes must be fried three times for best results. In batches, if necessary, place the raw fries into the oil for 90 seconds. Remove and let drain. Drop fries again for another 90 seconds. Remove and let drain. Drop fries in again this time for 60 seconds or until crisp and golden brown.While the fries are still warm toss them with the garlic mixture.   Note:  Adjust the amount of garlic mixture to your taste as the garlic and salt mixture is strong.  Also, it’s important to use Kosher salt instead of regular table salt in this recipe as it will be a much lighter flavor.

GFBB WARNING!!   If you  try to drink a soda (Pepsi/Coke),  Beer’s Okay – before popping a fry in your mouth, they’ll taste like medicine…..the bad kind!)  Who knew?  First time I did this I took them back to the vendor – thought they were rancid.  He clued me in:))