Leroy Robert Paige

Stachel PaigeBaseball Hall of Fame pitcher Satchel Paige was born 104 years ago today. A huge star in the Negro Leagues, Paige began pitching in 1926 and was the oldest major league rookie ever when he joined the Cleveland Indians at age 42. Paige pitched in his last major league game in 1965 (at age 59).

In the barnstorming days, he pitched perhaps 2,500 games, completed 55 no-hitters and performed before crowds estimated at 10 million persons in the United States, the Caribbean and Central America. He once started 29 games in one month in Bismarck, N.D., and he said later that he won 104 of the 105 games he pitched in 1934.

By the time Jackie Robinson signed with the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947 as the first black player in the majors, Mr. Paige was past 40. But Bill Veeck, the impresario of the Cleveland club, signed him to a contract the following summer, and he promptly drew crowds of 72,000 in his first game and 78,000 in his third game. (The New York Times)

Paige first published his Rules for Staying Young in 1953. This version is from his autobiography published in 1962, Maybe I’ll Pitch Forever.

  1. Avoid fried meats which angry up the blood.
  2. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.
  3. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move.
  4. Go very light on the vices, such as carrying on in society — the social ramble ain’t restful.
  5. Avoid running at all times.
  6. And don’t look back — something might be gaining on you.

Koninkrijk der Nederlanden

The Kingdom of the Netherlands has about 16.5 million people, or fewer than Florida. They’ll be playing for the FIFA World Cup Saturday against either Germany (82 million) or Spain (45.5 million).

Almost another case of Hickory, Indiana, isn’t it?

Last night’s photos

The view from the $50 seats. Attendance was 49,271.

Sofie took time out during the game for a little dental work. It’s the lower tooth that came out during the game. The upper missing front tooth is old news.

No rain at the ballpark but we got these beautiful double rainbows.

The crowd from the left and center field seats was moved to the grass to watch the fireworks — one of the most awesome displays I’ve ever seen. They were set off right outside the ballpark — the smoke and debris actually floating down on us. Fireworks are very, very, very, very loud when you are within 50-60 yards of them. And the finale wouldn’t end. There must have been hundreds of rockets in that last blast.

A great night. All photos taken with an iPhone. Sofie photo taken by Veronica. Click on the images for larger versions.

Rockies game

I’m at Coors Field in Denver tonight for the Rockies vs. the Giants.

Parking a block away is just $40. I guess I can quit bitching about the new this year $5 to park for the Isotopes.

1-0 Rockies after one. Sellout crowd for fireworks and Rockies starter Ubaldo Jimenez, best pitcher in baseball this season.

7-1 Giants in the middle of the third. Jimenez gave up a grand slam among other bad things.

7-4 in the middle of six. Jimenez has recovered his cool and so has Sofie after loosing a baby tooth in the fourth inning. 50,000 people and 10,000 iPhones. Can’t upload any photos.

8-7 Rockies after 6. Great rally. Giants manager ejected. Big crowd lovin’ it.

Giants came back to win 11-8. Fun game anyway. Now we wait for part of the big crowd to settle onto the outfield grass for the fireworks show.

Simply awesome fireworks show!

World Cup line of the day

If you’re mannerly, scared or a high-ranking FIFA official, you need to keep telling yourself that England and Mexico weren’t going anywhere, anyway, that even if Mr. Lampard’s goal had been allowed or Mr. Tévez’s had been denied, the complexion of the game wouldn’t have dramatically changed, and the outcome would have been identical.

Probably true—but totally lame. We’ve officially reached our limit with a balky game that continues to deny basic modernity.

The Couch – WSJ.com

More soccer

I’m actually blogging from a soccer match — girls under-14 state champions from Idaho and New Mexico. The NM team defeated Alaska and Hawaii Monday and Tuesday. A win or draw takes our homies to the quarterfinals.

It’s 103 degrees.

UPDATE: Parents at these tournaments are worse than drunks at English league matches.

POSTGAME UPDATE:

The New Mexican girls went down 0-3 early in the second half, and then — as if to prove me wrong — staged a dramatic comeback to tie the game, which ultimately ended in a draw 3-3. The New Mexico team advances to Friday’s quarterfinal game, winning first place in its bracket. Great coaching from my friend Mike!

But the parents, give me a break. Not only did they see every contact as a foul by the Idaho team, but they started up with some crazy stuff.

For example, a group of dads grumbling because time-out is called in each half for both teams to have a water break. WTF, it’s over 100 degrees and these assholes are sitting in the shade but they don’t want their daughters who are running around in the sun to get a gulp of water. No timeouts in soccer they declaim. (The timeouts are called in every game, every age when the temperature reaches a certain point. These are children.)

And then, once the game was tied, some of these same dads were upset because the team then played more defensively, willing to preserve the draw — AND ADVANCE AS THE FIRST PLACE TEAM. When I grumbled that a draw was good enough, one answered, “This is competitive soccer. We play to win.” To which I replied, “This is tournament soccer, you play the first round to advance with no players hurt or exhausted.”

I’d forgotten how awful the parents can be.

It was a great and enjoyable game and I don’t want the above to detract from that. It’s just me; a rant is my way.

FYI there are 192 teams from the 13 western states competing in this tournament, ages U-12 to U-19. California counts as two states; it has north and south divisions.

Soccer

Two of my four children played soccer as kids — I even helped coach one season and remember lining fields at least one dewy early morning. Five of my grandchildren play on one or more teams a year currently. I’ve watched my best friend Donna’s son play for more than ten years — high school, club, Olympic Development Team, state cup champions — we went to San Francisco one year, Honolulu another. He still plays and coaches. I’ve seen the national junior college champions play, a woman’s NCAA championship match, and semi-pro teams. I’ve attended an MLS game. A few years ago I saw the American women defeat the Mexican national women’s team.

I’ve even had a referee threaten to have me ejected from the fields.

So I don’t need anyone to preach to me what a great game association football is. Or that the World Cup is awesome. Indeed, the World Cup is one of the great athletic events — and the next four days with four live games each day are among the most dramatic in the sports world. (Several teams, the U.S. most likely among them, need to win or go home.)

But international soccer is seriously flawed in a way that turns off much of the American audience and I am tired of the soccer scolds and their quadrennial “if only Americans were more sophisticated.”

Bullshit.

I read something today that helped me figure this out:

There are many stupid things about soccer, but the lack of scoring remains the stupidest.

A 1-0 deficit, and your side is playing with the burden of 11 elephants on their backs.
A 2-0 deficit and you are now just out there getting some exercise.
A 3-0 defeat and the newspapers back home will call you an “embarassment.”

This level of scoring just doesn’t make sense.

It is so hard to score in soccer, it would be like basketball played on 30 foot rims.

Soccer eliminates the most fundamentally exciting thing about sports: the comeback.

I think he’s right. To illustrate, if the U.S. had come back from a 2-0 deficit to defeat Slovenia the other day — due to an inexplicable foul call, the go-ahead goal was disallowed, and the match ended in a 2-2 draw — it would have been the FIRST TIME IN 80 YEARS of World Cup play that a team came from behind 2-0 at half to win. It’s never happened.

And I think the comeback is the great attraction in sports, particularly when the viewing audience has no particular attachment to the teams. Why else are quarterbacks remembered for great fourth quarter drives, relief pitchers for stopping 9th inning rallies, walk-off home runs, the Red Sox coming from 0-3 in games to defeat the Yankees, the Lakers coming from behind to defeat the Celtics Thursday night?

The skills exhibited in soccer are often magnificent. The stakes are among the most important in sports. But the games are not memorable for most of us.

Why Isotopes?

NewMexiKen first posted this item on the Albquerque Isotopes baseball team after attending a game in August 2003 — and then again six years ago today.


Isotopes.gifThe Isotopes get their name from the Simpsons. According to the Simpsons Episode Guide, in “Hungry, Hungry, Homer”:

Homer becomes a Good Samaritan after seeing the benefit of helping people. When he attempts to get Lenny a refund on his Springfield Isotopes season tickets, Homer discovers that the baseball team’s new owner, Duff Beer, plans to move the team to Albuquerque. Homer tries to rally the town in protest, however, no one believes his allegation. To expose Duff’s plan, he stages a hunger strike by chaining himself to a light pole near the stadium. Days later, the Duff Corporation deems Homer their ballpark attraction. They unchain him and tempt his cravings with an Isotope Dog Supreme. Before eating it, Homer realizes that the Southwestern ingredients on the hot dog prove that the team is moving to Albuquerque.

Actually the Isotopes moved here from Calgary, where they were the Cannons.

Isotopes

89 degrees at game time.

This is so tedious. I wish it was soccer.

2-1 Omaha after 3.

Hey, Ray proposed (via the scoreboard) and Leslie agreed. That’s cool.

One important thing. No vuvuzelas.

Lakers 51 Celtics 31 at half.

Hu’s on first. (Hu scored, but it’s 7-3 Omaha after 5.)

Awesome, I caught one of those foam baseballs they toss from the pressbox during the 7th inning stretch. After we sang “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” of course.

Hu’s at bat. Hu grounds out 4-3.

Still 7-3.

Lakers won. 11-5 here going into the 9th. 9:38 PM. 82 degrees. 15% humidity.

11-8 final score. Hey, that’s 19 runs. 19, that’s only four less than the total number of scores in the first 14 World Cup games.

[Chin-lung Hu]

Soc it to me

According to the ratings, just less than 13 million Americans watched Saturday’s World Cup match between the U.S. and England.

Or, put another way, 296 million Americans did not watch. *

It was the highest rated World Cup match on American TV since 1994.

BTW, do you know where the term soccer comes from? According to something I read, as various forms of football evolved in the late 19th century, the form Americans now call soccer came to be known as Association Football. FIFA, for example, is the acronym in French for the organization known in English as the International Federation of Association Football, Fédération Internationale de Football Association.

The soc in soccer comes from the soc in Association.

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* I’m just picking on Hugh. Actually the 7.5 rating for the England-U.S. match is about the same as the NBA Finals and not all that bad. And it’s 13 million Americans ages 18-49 who watched. People older and younger than that do not count. So, probably it was just 290 million Americans who did not watch.

Another fine debut

Don Nava of the Red Sox came up for his first Major League at bat yesterday in the second inning with the bases loaded.

And he sent the first Major League pitch he ever saw into the right field seats for a grand slam home run.

Lest we get too excited, the only other major leaguer to hit the first pitch he saw for a grand slam was Kevin Kouzmanoff.

Who?

Doing the Chicken

When England’s goalie Robert Green fumbled Mr. Dempsey’s weak shot, he committed what Brazilians call a “frango,” Portuguese for chicken. Minutes after the goal, Brazilian soccer commentators were already talking about the “biggest chicken in World Cup history.” Today, the front-page headline in the Brazilian daily Folha de S. Paulo was simply “English Chicken.” In another usage, Mr. Green “swallowed a chicken.”

The Brazilian use of the word chicken shouldn’t be confused with American slang for cowardice. For Brazilians, chicken is a soccer metaphor reserved for shocking goaltending mistakes. It’s what happens when an armless animal like a chicken tries to defend the net.

The Daily Fix – WSJ

Best line of the day

“I’m a Nebraska native, and when I first heard rumblings of a conference switch, I thought, well, it’s only a number; in my youth, the Big 12 was only the Big Eight. And it’s all about money, anyway.

“But this realignment disrupts rivalries that are central to the pleasure sports give to fans—especially Nebraska fans, who are inoculated with an unusually pure strain of fandom. As far as high-profile sports go, the Cornhusker football team is literally the only game in town. At school on Mondays after a Saturday loss, everyone was still a bit depressed. And I’m talking about elementary school. …”

Kelly Bare : The New Yorker