A daily accumulation of history and present as I follow the 2011 year through the baseball season and reflect on the glories and disappointments of the greatest game on Earth.
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Saturday, May 28, 2011

Frank Saucier

Number one / eighth came to the plate for his only at bat ever on August 19, 1951. As his was the home team, outfielder Frank Saucier, who was a replacement for the usual outfielder, was removed for a little person, a kind of dubious honor in and of itself, but for the sake of the game that Veeck was running (a minor league atmosphere in a major league town), that was ok.
As for Gaedel, he stood 3 foot 7 and he was part of Bill Veeck's plan to give Falstaff Brewery a 50th birthday present that they would never forget. To be honest, nobody ever forgot it. It was Bill Veeck's coup de grace as he moved into a new level of showmanship with his greatest contributions of showmanship ever, which is something to be said because he also gave us:
1: playing Minnie Minoso in the 70s and 80s so he could play in 5 decades. As the White Sox frontman, this seemed to be a nice touch for one of their great players in history and it made up for those stupid shorts that they wore.
2: the spirit of 76 parade that he staged where he was the peg legged fifer. Veeck had lost his leg after being in the Marines during World War 2. This brought a nice little patriotic touch to the game that he loved so much.
3: Harry Caray's Take Me Out to the Ballgame rendition.
4: The ivy in Wrigley Field and the scoreboard that he built up for the team that his father got to be in charge of because he knew how to write a newspaper column complaining about how things weren't be done well.
5: The desire to have lights in Wrigley, which was so rejected that the team's ownership wouldn't allow lights to go up first and had them go up last. Veeck proved that you can't win them all, but you can at least try.
6: Disco Demolition Night. Another great idea, which would work well with Lady Gaga CDs (that new disc is so abysmal that it makes the last one seem tolerable in comparison - guess that's why she gave it away for 99 cents at Amazon Dot Com on the first day it was released). However, the riots and chaos caused the White Sox to forfeit the game, but yeah... it's baseball history.
7: Alien appearance at the ballpark, which was another Eddie Gaedel appearance for Veeck.
8. In addition, Veeck brought Larry Doby and Satchel Paige to the big leagues and proved that he was not only humorous, but a true American looking out for others. Granted, his speech for Gaedel to tell baseball management that he was looking out for the little guy wasn't the political grandstanding he wanted it to be (rather a middle finger to baseball's stodginess), but nevertheless, it was a fitting end to a 4-pitch at bat that saw Bobby Cain laughing at the strike zone that he couldn't hit. Nobody ever had to fire shots at Gaedel for trying to swing at pitches with his toy bat. And in the end, it may not have been a naked lady jumping out of that birthday cake, but it was a memorable birthday celebration on that day.
And all in all, Veeck was a great bit of Americana. I'm currently reading his Veeck as in Wreck book, which is a nice way to spend a rainy day on vacation without a thought for work I should be doing since there really isn't much to do other than think about the Vince McMahon / Mark Cuban (in a blender) of his day and just enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Manny Ramirez

If the whole Lady Gaga thing wasn't already on overload and annoying as hell (because let's be honest, short of one song - "Speechless" - that she actually plays on, she's a much less talented rip off of Madonna)... we now get Baby Gaga, which is actually breast milk ice cream.
Lady Gaga has threatened to sue the British manufacturers over the flavor of ice cream.
Whether she will be successful or not, the Brits seized the ice cream and tested it to make sure that it was OK for human consumption and found that it is.
In addition, the store owner Matt O' Connor has fired back: "She claims we have 'ridden the coattails' of her reputation. As someone who has plagiarised and recycled on an industrial scale, the entire back catalogue of pop-culture to create her look, music and videos, she might want to re-consider this allegation."
We can only hope that something sane comes of this, but until then, we'll let anyone who wants to pay $22 for this "delicacy" to keep on keeping on. We'll go back to our own lives and contemplate weirdness on terms that we can relate to...
Manny Ramirez being Manny Ramirez.
In this, Manny has already been definitively studied (Bill Simmons did that), but let us say that since he has a new home - Tampa Bay - we have to wish him the best.
Since his days of getting ostracized by my wife for not paying his child support (back at the Jake in Cleveland when he was a member of the Indians), he went on to massive success unparalleled in Boston. He was a grand slam machine (tied with A-Rod for 2nd to Lou Gehrig all time). He was instrumental in winning the World Series in 2004 and 2007. He was David "Big Sluggi" Ortiz's lovable and idiotic sidekick with those really bad dreadlocks. He would blow easy plays in the outfield while making difficult plays. He would urinate inside the Fenway Park scoreboard during a game. He would demand trades, and then, he finally got traded to the Dodgers, who he managed to convince that he could be great... until he got injured and got nailed for steroids and then he basically quit on them, too, after getting $40million for 2 years (and they were basically bidding against themselves for his services), so off he went to the White Sox where he really and truly sucked, but he was still Manny being Manny without the offense - just being offensive.
So now, he's back with the other idiot - Johnny Damon - in Tampa Bay as they both look to resuscitate their careers that pretty much dried up after the glory days of the first decade of the 21st century.
And while there is hope... it's really going to be a case of too little too late unless he breaks the grand slam record or hits .350, and at this point in his career... without sexual enhancers or whatever it it was that he used when and Big Sluggi both seemed to get fingered on the Mitchell Report, there is not going to be a career resuscitation and while Tampa Bay can hope for the best in the year that Carl Crawford walked and they had to bring up rookies and a few older names at league minimum value to keep the few fans that they do have attending, but the reality is...
The weirdness just isn't lovable without production.
I can't wait until the world wakes up to that realization about Lady Gaga as well.