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post traumatic Cardinals disorder

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The dead ball era ended again last night. The red turd cardinals chased Clayton Kershaw way too early. It was a horrible anomaly in a post season that has featured shutouts and 1-0 games, Mendoza line batting averages, and strikeouts galore. But it will start again tonight with Max Scherzer on the mound.

Pitchers have surpassed hitters in complete mastery, for now anyway.

But the see saw will tilt back in favor of sluggers some day. some way. It always does. It was only four decades or so ago when the powers that be lowered the pitcher’s mound after Bob Gibson, Denny McLain, and Sandy Koufax made hitters look foolish for too long.

So maybe it’s time again to lower the mound or alter the composition of the ball or move in the home run fences or delve into what baseball writer William Miller wondered the other day- the next wave of stadium nuances…..

Candlestick Park sat at Hunter’s Point in south San Francisco. Pacific Ocean winds blew hot dog wrappers across the infield and outfield interrupting games. Fans called Candlestick the coldest place to play baseball on earth and the worst too. So did the players. It was and still is my favorite stadium.

It was more than the wind. It was the rocks jetting above the stadium steel and concrete. You could see em’ while seated in the lower grandstand. There were no air conditioners, no retractable domes. There were no swimming pools beyond center field, no carnival distractions in the concourse. It was a baseball stadium, not a shopping mall.

The Giants were never good while playing in Candlestick Park so it didn’t serve them as a home field advantage, but it could have. If those rocks had been integrated into the playing field as maybe a home run wall, the Giants could have drafted with a 6th tool in mind—“great rock climber with agility, concentration, and a fearless instinct.”

Each stadium architecture in this ridiculous vision could integrate the local environment much like Frank Lloyd Wright did. Players would be way more selective about where they play, but it wouldn’t be about money or winning.

It’d be about tip toeing around jelly fish while trying to steal a bases in Miami or avoiding such hardship. You get the idea. There are 30 teams in 30 different locations. Even Queens is different than the Bronx. That’s plenty of climates and conditions to let nature run wild through the stadium walls.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have geology and geography to study and a book on Friedensreich Hundertwasser to read. There are limestone quarries in and around Milwaukee and somehow, someway I want them to be a challenge to St. Louis Cardinal pitchers in 2014.

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Author: Steve Myers

I grew up in Milwaukee and have been a Milwaukee Brewers baseball fan for as long as I can remember.

4 thoughts on “post traumatic Cardinals disorder

  1. In Queens, to play pro ball for the Mets, you’d have to have been a fireman for at least six years. And out in the Bronx, your father would have to have been a Puerto Rican auto mechanic who worked exclusively on Volkswagons.

    • My one trip to shea became memorable after the game. I was hanging outside the stadium with an el salvador immigrant. He was selling mangos in plastic bags with toothpicks and paprika. That gets me thinking about all the tunnels in new york and all the ways in and now i`m right back to architecture and the surrounding environment where i want to be. My one trip to yankee stadium was overpasses and shadows outside the stadium and mexican food at a five and dime store diner. Those pretzel logic kiosks could maybe be stationed in centerfield. Now i gotta go. Back to my grease monkey reading.

  2. Your mention of ‘post-season game’ makes me wonder whether the same phenomenon affects baseball in North America as affects soccer in the UK. The post-season/pre-season period seems to be getting shorter all the time. There are games throughout the period, and the sport is never off the back page of the tabloid newspaper. Kids in the street, kids on the beach, kids in bed, kids slumped on the sofa with their X-box and playstation, all wear team shirts.

    There used to be a joke in Yorkshire to the effect that the four seasons are called ‘Spring, Cricket, Autumn, and Messiah’. Up here in Scotland there’s a joke been going around to the effect that there are only two recognisable seasons in the year, being ‘Fitba’ and ‘Whit the f*ck’ll we dae for twa weeks?’

    How long will it be before there are covered stadia and a winter baseball league, I wonder? Do they actually stop playing baseball in towns in arid areas? Pardon my ignorance, but I just want to know.

    • Good to hear kids are still on the street and beach with playstation reigning across continenets. I had smelled a ghost town. Someone has to turn sewer pipes and what not into makeshift jungle gyms. I`m getting too old for that, but i say grow down anyway.

      The playoffs in baseball are actually longer now with more games. There used to be four teams. Now there are six with a wild card game, division series, league championship and the world series. The league championship and world series are both seven game series (first team to win 4 games) so the entire playoffs could conceivably be 20 games and run into early november. Gotta love that!

      But almost every playoff game begins during prime time as opposed to late afternoon. I guess so fans can finish work and attend games and advertising can do its tv thing during peak hours. I never understood the tv thing because kids are usually asleep by the 4th inning, but i guess it`s cars and pharmaceuticals and viagra that makes more money than lucky charms and tonka toys.

      The regular season is truly a grind on player bodies. We`re talking 162 games. Yet many take a short break and then join the domincan league followed by spring training in mid february so there isn`t much of a break. But you are right about arid or wet areas. Stadiums are covered with domes or nowadays retractable domes to deal with weather and pamper the precious players or fans, but some teams flip major league baseball the birdy.

      Minnesota had a dome for a couple of decades and then tore it down and built an outdoor venue. It makes no sense to baseball, but perfect sense to me. Then again, it`s easy for me to say. I don`t have to feel vibrations of wood smacking a leather spheroid during early April freeze.

      Season`s end does leave a big hole in a fan`s life…a very big hole, but it usually gets filled up by baseball reading and pondering the past. Thankfully, it is a gigantic cult with no shortage of materials to be sucked into.

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