Major League Baseball takes a hit

Major League Baseball ain’t what it used to be.

The style of play of the game that “used to be” – its philosophy, practice, execution, strategy, tactics, daring, anticipated action, and excitement – have been replaced by a mundane game of strikeouts, home runs, and bases-on-balls. We should have seen this coming 20 years ago.

In 2001, I had the good fortune to attend Major League Baseball games in two cities, Baltimore and Dallas-Fort Worth, and was struck by the dissimilarity of the fans who attended the games. The Baltimore Orioles fans obviously understood the intricacies of the game. The Texas Rangers fans obviously did not.

The Orioles crowd, for example, watched a classic pitcher vs. batter duel between the Montreal Expos right-handed pitcher Javier Vazquez  and Orioles right fielder Jeff Conine. With a base runner on second base, Conine hit a nasty curve ball up the middle, a ground ball that was fielded by the Expos shortstop who threw Conine out at first. But Conine’s ground ball advanced the base runner to third, and that runner scored later in the inning on a short single.

The crowd applauded Conine for a productive time-at-bat. Baltimore won, 3-2.

The game at the Ballpark in Arlington, where the Rangers play their home games, had a similar play, but the crowd reaction was different. Rookie right fielder Cliff Brumbaugh hit a one-ball, two-strike slider thrown by the Minnesota Twins left-hander pitcher Eric Milton, a tough pitch that broke down and in on Brumbaugh who managed to slash a ground ball to the first baseman. It was a ground out, but he also advanced a base runner from second base to third.

The crowd boo-ed Brumbaugh. The Twins won the game 6-3. The realization came to me that Texas Rangers fans understood only two plays in baseball: home runs and strikeouts.

Now we are all “Rangers fans,” trapped in this new baseball era of home runs, strikeouts, and bases-on-balls. This is not the game I grew up with and loved.

The nuances of the game, and the truly cerebral and craftsman-like and exciting aspects of baseball have mostly been lost to MLB fans. The rationale behind their team’s batting order, the defensive positioning of players in the field, the stolen base, the double steal, the delayed steal, the hit-and-run play, the bunt-and-run play, the sacrifice fly, the sacrifice bunt, hitting behind the base runner, the double play, the pick-off play – these were the excitement and action of MLB that has become misunderstood (or more accurately, no longer understood and forgotten).

Home runs and strike outs. That’s what the fans want, according to the MLB team owners. So we are all lumped with those Rangers crowds of 20 years ago, unable or unwilling to understand and appreciate the real gamesmanship of baseball.

But the game of home runs, strikeouts, and bases-on-balls is boring. About one time in three, a player’s at-bat produces one of those results: a strikeout, a base-on-balls, or a home run. A drab statistic.

And this drab game of MLB has had drab consequences, the most apparent being the slow but steady decline in baseball attendance. Since 2007, MLB parks have seen ticket sales decrease from 79.5 million to 68.5 million in 2019. Based on a full season of 2,430 games, that means crowds have shrunk from about 32,700 per game in 2007 to about 28,200 in 2019. This loss of 11 million people in the seats means a whole lot of lost revenue from tickets sales, concessions, merchandise, and parking fees. Maybe that will be a wake-up call for team owners.

Fans don’t want to watch the boring game that MLB has become. And they especially do not want to sit through a three hour and fifteen-minute game, which was the average length of a nine-inning game during the 2019 season. By comparison, before the strikeouts and home runs and bases-on-balls era, game used to average about two and one-half hours. Strikeouts, home runs, and bases-on-balls are really sloooww.

Of course the game of baseball is different in 2020. The players are bigger, stronger, faster, and more astute in applying the technologies of videos and biomechanics to their batting swings. And they get paid more money, a whole lot more money, for hitting home runs. They hit a record-breaking 6,776 home runs in 2019. That is an increase of 11 percent over the previous record year of 2017 when they hit 6,105.

Remember the year 1961 when Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle were in the race to break Babe Ruth’s home run record for one season? There were 2,730 total home runs in MLB that year.

The number of strikeouts has increased every year for 12 consecutive years. For the 2019 season, the number was 42,823. (That is more than six strikeouts for every home run, so if the long ball lifts your endorphin levels, you’ll have to endure many opioid blockers between the euphoric highs.) By comparison, during the 1968-1970 MLB seasons when “something had to be done about pitchers dominating the game” with all those strikeouts, the yearly average was 21,321.

Pitchers gave up 15,686 bases-on-balls during the 2018 season. For that “pitcher dominated year” of 1968, the number was 9,156. More boredom, more slow-downs.

Baseball is not a changeless game, much as we old timers would like it to be. Major League Baseball has gone through many transformations in its style of play over the preceding 120 years: the Dead Ball Era from about 1900-1920, the Live-Ball Era of Babe Ruth in the 1920s and 1930s, the New York Era of the 1950s, the Small-Ball Era of the 1960s to name a few. And of course the Modern Era did not really begin until Black and Hispanic players were finally admitted to MLB beginning in the 1950s.

Baseball has been constantly changing, but it has preserved its appeal to fans whenever the game has lost the entertainment value of exciting play. Keep in mind that the Dead-Ball Era came to an end not only because of the arrival of Babe Ruth but because pitchers were forbidden to throw the spit ball. In the 1960s, when pitching threatened the excitement of the game (Carl Yastrzemski won the American League batting championship in 1968 with an anemic average of .301), the pitcher’s mound was lowered. With some rules and regulations adaptions, can we hope that the Home Run Era of baseball has reached its zenith and will return to the game we used to know?

As I mentioned, MLB players are bigger, stronger, faster, and better coached for power hitting. But the ball parks have remained pretty much the same dimensions for a hundred years: about 330-340 feet to the fences down the left and right field foul lines, about 390 feet in the power alleys, and about 410 feet to dead center. There are some exceptions; Fenway Park’s unique configuration with the Green Monster wall in left field and its shallow 390-foot center field is the best example. The Houston Astros play in Minute Maid Park which has the deepest center field at 426 feet.

To restore the excitement of the game, those dimensions should be about 400 feet down the lines, about 450 in the power alleys, and about 500 feet to dead center. Then a whole lot of those boring home runs will become long fly outs, and the game will return to valuing singles and doubles hitters, high batting averages, base stealing, the hit-and-run, and the whole gamut of offensive skills that should be displayed by a professional ball player,

Team owners and executives will cringe in horror at the prospect of this alteration to their ball parks (and to their rosters of power hitters and power pitchers), but I remind them that attendance has taken a dive in recent years, it will continue to decline, and the once lucrative television contracts will also shrink as they lose viewers. Because the game is mundane. And long. And slow. And boring.

Eleven million fans lost. Conservatively, that is $1 billion in lost revenue. And it’s going to get worse, much worse, unless something is done to rejuvenate the game.

As we know, 2020 will be a “lost” season for MLB. This may be the time to restructure the game and make it exciting again.

Major League Baseball ain’t what it used to be. But it could be.

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Barb ‘n’ me

Barb and me. Me and barb. Barb Wire.

It is not a good relationship. I hate barbed wire, and all available evidence would indicate that it hates me.

Over the course of 35 years I have probably strung two miles of barbed wire on our farm. Now I am pulling much of it out, along with another few miles of “subterranean” wire that generations of farmers before me have strung for cattle fencing, wire which long ago collapsed and is hidden along the brushy borders of pastures and hayfields that have changed boundaries.

Yes, I know those old cattlemen couldn’t keep cows and calves in a field without sturdy barbed wire fencing (at least 36 inches high, four strands, steel posts, solid wood post corners), but there’s been many a day I wished electric fencing had been invented a hundred years ago. Or that American tastes had preferred mutton to beef.

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Culvert cleaning

Opening the culvert pipe during a rainfall. (Photo by Patti Johnson)

In the event of thunderstorms and torrential rains, check that the culvert is open and the gush of runoff water is flowing unobstructed through the pipe!

And because of the changing climate, we are now frequently beset by thunderstorms and torrential rains. Twice in the past few years floods have seriously damaged the culvert – the embankment that spans a steep and narrow water course on the south edge of our farm, the base for the first 20 yards of our driveway. We have learned from harsh experience to check the opening of the culvert’s corrugated steel pipe immediately after a rainstorm (and sometimes during a rainstorm) to make certain it is not blocked by debris which causes the flood water to pool in the catch basin and wash across the top of the embankment.

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Tick Talk

Deer Tick. Photo by Scott Bauer, image released by the Agricultural Research Service, the research agency of the U.S. Department of Agriculture

This has been an especially bad year for ticks. Well, from the tick’s point of view, this would be regarded as an especially good year for ticks, but for humans and dogs it has been a constant nuisance.

As if we did not have enough worries with the COVID-19 pandemic, we also have to avoid being bitten by a deer tick and contracting Lyme disease. This is a serious health threat; over the past 10 or 12 years, both my wife and one of my grandsons have been infected with Lyme disease, and it is a nasty malady.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) report that Lyme disease is the most common vector-borne (parasite-carried) illness in the United States, transmitted to humans through the bite of an infected deer tick, also known as a blacklegged tick. It is caused by the bacterium Borrelia burgdorferi, and symptoms can include fever, headache, fatigue, and skin rash. In most cases, it can be treated with a few weeks’ course of antibiotics, but the infection can potentially spread to joints, the heart, and the nervous system, causing horrible health problems.

After the fifth or sixth time I came home from a morning walk with my dog Abbey this April and May and discovered a tick or ticks wandering around on my person seeking closer attachment, I designated this the Year of the Tick. Yes, I an aware that the 12 years of the cyclical Chinese Zodiac are represented by the signs of the Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, and Pig. But I am creating a North Country Zodiac, and it includes the Sign of the Tick. And this is definitely the Tick’s year.

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Musical Scopes

Remember first grade and the vicious, competitive game called Musical Chairs?

The rules of the game: children marched to martial music in a circle around an array of chairs, and when the music stopped they had to scramble to find a seat. The catch was that there was one less chair than children, so someone was denied a seat and was eliminated.

The music started again, one chair was taken away, and the children marched until the music stopped, one child was denied a seat, and was eliminated. On the game went until only two children competed for one chair, and whoever claimed it was declared the winner.

It was our introduction to capitalism, I think. An instructive example of how the system works, that there could be only one winner, everyone else was a loser, and you had to fight for your share of the capital – the ultimate chair. (Sometimes actual fistfights broke out among the boys, and that was seen as a healthy, spirited outcome.)

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Trail cameras, grounds blinds, and ladder stands

The frame of the first ground blind is tucked into the red cedar trees of my shelter belt, All that’s missing is branches and sticks woven into the wires for camouflage.

Logging. That was the problem. And all those skidder roads the loggers had cleared through the woods.

Those were the obvious excuses for my dismal hunting results during last year’s deer seasons. We had our woodlands selectively logged, about 45 walnut trees plus some ash and red oak. The log skidder opened new trails for deer to make their way through the east, south, and west wooded tracts of the farm. As a consequence, my six ladder stands were placed in the wrong trees, perched over trails that were no longer the main thoroughfares for deer traffic.

Those same trails had been used unfailingly by deer for thirty-plus years, so I assumed there was no reason to move the ladder stands. Things wouldn’t change that much. There was no need to set up any trail cameras or do any preseason scouting. I could hunt from those stands the same as any other year.

Wrong!

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Substantial Gus

Gus is large. The largest dog ever to visit our home. I have given him a nickname: Substantial Gus.

A cross-bred mix of German shepherd and Collie, Gus weighs seventy-five pounds. He is not quick or agile, but he does have stability. A substantial presence. If Gus does not choose to move his substantial self, it is wise to step around his chosen resting place, even if it requires a lively fandango dance.

Last night I forgot to fandango, or even waltz, and went sprawling.

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Spiritual journey

 

From a historical perspective, the spiritual journey is always tragic, for it is a lonely path fit only for individuals rather than for entire societies.
– Yuval Noah Harrari from his book Homo Deus: A History of Tomorrow

Spiritual journey

Rivers and streams of the North Country are at the crest of spring’s snowmelt flood, the surging current carrying along flotsam and jetsam of a harsh winter in an inexorable rush toward the channels and marshes of the Mississippi. Trees uprooted from riverbanks, a collapsed farm building swept away by floodwaters, a cow that did not survive February’s blizzard, corn stumps planted in a washed-out waterway, deck planking from a boat dock, the no-longer-graceful fox, a rubber boot, a tangle of barbed wire on a wooden post, two battered and lashed together gasoline cans, a mud-caked jacket, the skull of a whitetail deer with a patch of hide still attached, churning lumps of clay soil and sand, and the invisible pollution of sewage and agricultural chemicals  — carried along by the force of the torrent.

All going with the flow. Hurrying downstream to a fated destination in a stagnant backwater.

Walking across an iron truss bridge that spans a tributary creek I see a solitary fisher working his way upstream, carefully setting his feet and using his wading staff to brace himself in the current that wants to sweep him away and send him whirling and tumbling along its rushing course. With a lightweight flyrod he casts a trout fly and lets it drift past him, through a swirl and a rippling pool, over a moss-covered stone, beneath an undercut bank. Then he strips in some line and with a turn and a flip lifts it off the surface of the water to cast once again upstream. I watch him make half a dozen casts, each one carefully and accurately placed to float across the places where a trout may be lazily lurking, waiting for a flood borne insect, a tadpole, a minnow, a crayfish.

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Building a box

Wooden boxIt was not my intention to write a COVID-19 pandemic story, but all stories are pandemic stories now. Every story is told in the shadow of the coronavirus.

We all live with apprehension, unease, a foreboding that something will happen but we do not know what it will be. Most of all, we worry about family and friends. And there is nothing we can do to control the madly careening direction our lives are taking. Nothing.

So I built a box.

A small box. A box vaguely intended to serve as a humidor for cigars, although this box may never be used for that purpose. Mostly, I needed to do something — anything — practical and constructive. Something positive. Something productive.

I have built several boxes, always from scrap lumber. Handles and old rusted hinges from a screen door, sometimes with a coat of paint, sometimes not. A few of these boxes have had an actual purpose. Storage for work gloves or tire chains, that sort of thing. But for the most part these boxes clutter the garage, getting underfoot, unused, until they become a nuisance and are thrown out with warped faces, split corners, broken lids.

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Online cigars

Did you know that you can order cigars online? That seems obvious, of course, but it never occurred to me. I was under the misapprehension that tobacco products had to be purchased over the counter where a proof-of-age verification was required.

Nope. Turns out you can buy virtually anything online: whiskey, cigars, fireworks, and even a lap dance according to an article in The New York Times. I’m not sure how that works. Somehow connected to 3D printing, I suppose.

Anyway, during these weeks of the coronavirus pandemic my stock of hand-rolled cigars became precariously low, dwindling to a half dozen. Although I smoke no more than one in the course of a week or 10 days, usually when I need inspiration while I am writing, I did not foresee the onset of my cigar shortage that would be caused by social distancing, shelter in place orders, and self-isolation. All too soon I was down to one: a Te Amo Robusto that I had hoped to save for a special occasion, such as the much-delayed start of the baseball season.

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