I’m back after nearly a months’ hiatus and intent to keep my promise that the blog will continue through the winter! So how do you survive the dark of winter as a “Base-a-holic?” I’ve found it to be not too terribly difficult. Aside from keeping the inevitable tabs on what’s going on with the hot-stove league, it’s been an exhilarating time for breaking out the baseball cards to quell those end-of-season blues, not to mention that it is an excellent time to invade those baseball fields that are not yet snowed over, but no longer occupied. Hope everybody else is having a wonderful “off-season” as well! –cmn
Much congrats to the Sox and the Windy City on your well deserved victory! Astros and fans: better luck next year…you were a worthy opponent of an awesome team in an incredibly entertaining series! I must say, what struck me as odd about this series was that, while it was a sweep, every game seemed to be grippingly close. Houston, cowboy up and best of luck next season! Readers and fellow bloggers…have no fear, even though the season is over, SBY will continue to blog through the dark of winter and before we know it, pitchers and catchers will be reporting for Spring Training once again! –cmn
For a Yankees fan, the exit of the boys from the Bronx from the stage is the first day of winter. The Hot Stove is heating up already in the chill wind of cold bats. Even the Central Park Zoo’s beloved penguins have shrouded themselves in darkness to conceal their mourning.
I’m always disturbed when I see something like this from the New York Post: “So for $208 million Steinbrenner got an eighth straight AL East title and a fifth consecutive empty October.” Championships are not for sale. The marquee players pack butts in the seats all season. Their statistics are meaningful over the course of a long season, and hence predict success. But as my son and co-author of SBY Chris notes, it is amazing how often it is the little guy who contributes the big play in the playoffs. The dynamics of the playoffs are different. If the Yankee management hasn’t figured that out, particularly after this year, then they deserve what they get.
There is a great article on SI.com on this subject, Bang for the Buck.
After getting home from catching the ballgames at the local sports bar, a dizzying array of sights and sounds with a dozen screens displaying all the Sunday sports action, I watched the last half of “Eight Men Out.” Thus ended the weekend indulgence. After a hard days work, I realized there was to be no game tonight, and the games tomorrow are set to start at 1 P.M. I wonder how long I can get away with watching the games before folks catch on… –cmn
> Kellia, I think there is a twelve step program for baseball-aholics…it’s called winter.
After the glamour of Red Sox vs. Yankees, White Sox and Indians, and the cut outs to the games with playoff implication, the 2005 regular season quietly slipped into the sunset on the West coast. The final pitch of the season, as best as I can tell from the posted starting times and game times from the box scores, occurred in San Diego at 6:37 p.m. eastern time when Jayson Werth lined out to left against Trevor Hoffman. The Padres have more ball to play, of course, but today’s finale was long ago ordained for the Dodgers, who, by the way, started the season 12-2. In Seattle, the disappointed A’s were finishing up against the disappointing Mariners. And in San Francisco the Giants slid into third place against the surging Arizona Diamondbacks.
Across America, in the Ballpark at Arlington, Dolphins Stadium, RFK, Shea, the Metrodome, Tropicana Field, PNC Park, beer vendors covered their taps, the last souveneer sold, the ticket window closed. The last hot dog was cooked, ushers washed their vests, lockers were cleared.
For a number of players, this was their last day in a major league uniform. Most MLB careers end quietly, with an offseason decision, or, more often, with a visit to the manager’s office during spring training. To all, a tip of the cap.
Thirty stadiums are dark tonight. Many will not come alive again until next spring. But eight special ballparks will erupt with exhuberance enough to warm us through the winter as baseball plays its final seven series. –amn
Checkout this webcam of Petco Field…