February 01, 2009 — What is it about human nature that craves to be part of the in-group, I’ve always wondered? I didn’t give it much thought prior to my college years, maybe because I was a hopelessly geeky, clumsy, bookworm. It was in the larger fishbowl of the college campus I first noticed how much physical discomfort and personal embarrassment people were willing to suffer, just so they would be accepted into the right sorority or fraternity.
After leaving school behind, I discovered the charisma of coolness manifests in other ways—money, power, sex, fame.
It’s the last type that seems to have the most influence over bloggers of baseball. If you crave public acknowledgment as a sabermetrician, chances are your blog will boast of comprehensive and/or practical stats. Armchair scouts will highlight in-depth interviews of players and coaches. Armchair GMs can boast of knowledgeable analyses and professional expertise.
Me? Oh, my motives are fame-based as well. I’m a writer; this is another page of my portfolio. I suppose I could have picked any topic to blog about. Considering how many hours I spend each spring/summer at the ballpark, though, I’d be crazy to waste all that data collection. Besides, what better way to learn the finer points of the game I love than to turn in a weekly homework assignment?
It’s not all about fame, I must admit. It’s certainly about sharing ideas and experiences that extend beyond the playing field. Like it or not, we Americans put an inordinate social value on victory, sports-related in particular. And so when I think about sports, I am also thinking about life. I can’t help it.
And this “other agenda” is what leads me to write about athletes who might not be the bonus babies or five-tools guys or clubhouse leaders (although the last reason is more likely to catch my interest). Nor am I always looking for the underdog either, because let’s face it, life doesn’t follow a Disneyland script.
Take for example last year’s Pioneer League Championships. The “good guys” didn’t win the final game. There were no stories of redemption or inspiration. There’s nothing in the boxscores to indicate anything wonderful happened back in September of 2008. In fact, most of the press coverage focused on what went wrong with the team having the season’s best win-loss record. However, having been there, I would summarize what happened to be something else entirely.
In late August, Orem Owlz manager Tom Kotchman had to leave the team for a family emergency. Brenton Del Chiaro, in his first season coaching organized baseball, was promoted to interim manager. The rookie manager and his rookie ballplayers finished out the regular season playing .500 ball (10W-5L). The team advanced through the playoffs and into the final three-game championship series against the Great Falls Voyagers.
The second game of the Pioneer League championship series was an amazing extra-innings, come-from-behind victory for the Owlz that forced the series to the third and deciding contest. The next evening, I drove back to Orem and watched the Voyagers win game three and the championship. The ensuing media coverage predictably attributed the defeat to a few factors: vulnerability of a three-game series to a few strokes of good/bad luck, too many defensive mistakes and not enough hitting by the Owlz, and the missing Kotchman, whose decades of experience might have saved the day.
Perhaps. . . .
It seems to me that focusing on why the Owlz lost misses the point of minor-league baseball, or any developmental athletic league. The purpose of a minor-league organization is to build championship individuals, not baseball dynasties; it’s the polar opposite of a major-league organization.
It’s easy to forget this fact while reading, hearing or watching sports blogs and news feeds. Analysts make their living deconstructing boxscores down to one at-bat, sometimes even a single pitch. In April, they chart the progress of the latest crop of prospects, calculating their statistical strengths and weaknesses to the third power. As October draws near, they look for historical trends, comparing the first half to second half of the season. It all seems so clear, so logical, so concrete. The bottom line is the numbers don’t lie.
Except, since when is anything in life that reliable? You know the answer already, of course. Never. Life is messy. We screw up. A lot. And quite often, life screws us up through no fault of our own doing.
For yours truly, at any rate, quantifying a loss down to a statistical probability misses the larger view of athletic competition as a process. From this perspective, loss begets opportunity. In other words, “What have we learned about ourselves through failure? And are we able to grow beyond our personal disappointment?”
One unforgettable night in Orem, I watched a 13-inning rite of passage, cleverly disguised as a baseball game. The next night, during late innings of the losing end of a championship game, free-swinging-power-slugging-19-year-old Angel Castillo drew a base on balls—out of just 18 BB for the entire season. That private victory could have professional value in the future of a young ballplayer.
We’re humans, not robots. We make mistakes because we’re imperfect. And we grow emotionally, mentally and spiritually as a result of hardships, not ease. And it’s our response to these challenges that determines what life lessons stick with us, and ultimately what sort of winners we are in the bigger picture of being parents, spouses, citizens, neighbors and friends.
Likewise, the coach who says, “In order to win, you need to execute,” has already put the cart before the horse. My idea of a better developmental philosophy comes across thusly, “You need to execute because that’s your job.”
So why is this difference in coaching styles so important? Because for those of us privileged enough to have worked with young athletes, this attitude defines our multiple roles as coach, guide, mentor and role model.
I believe this is the larger message affixed to Branch Rickey’s famous quote, “Luck is the residue of design.” It’s all about being ready when that window of opportunity appears. I believe this message is at the core of organized baseball as well. Do your job right, live up to your responsibilities and good things will follow.
Whether it’s on the diamond, at the grocery store or in the boardroom, it’s all about how we execute, day-in, day-out, until we draw our last breath on this earth. Bye for now!
February 1st, 2009
January 18, 2009 —Wow, time flies when you’re not blogging. Has it really been nearly four months?! Ouch. Well, yours truly is back. The good news is lots of things have happened since we last got together. How about starting with what’s new around here. . .
Featured Link
At the sidebar to the right, you’ll notice a “Featured Link.” There’s no schedule, rhyme or reason for how a link ends up getting special attention; although I would consider donations in the spirit of the “Amazon.com Recommends” scandal a few years back. Just kidding! (On second thought, I guess it depends on the donation.) At any rate, the number one criteria is whatever happens to catch my fancy. For now, it’s Jimmy Scott’s High & Tight, a fascinating blog that covers a whole bunch of topics you don’t usually hear coming out of ballplayers mouths, or read off their keyboards in this case. At any rate, highly enjoyable and thought-provoking stuff. But don’t take my word for it, see for yourself. Here are a few of my faves:
Audio “Welcome Message” (top of page)—the who & why of JSH&T
Paul Byrd: Choosing Family Over Baseball
Taking On The Readers: The End Of A Career & Gabrielle Schoeneweis
End of the Story: A Conversation With Brian Boehringer’s Former Agent
System Of A Downward Spiral – Dealing With The End
Many of these posts got the wheels spinning (go hamsters, go!) and I hope to create some point/counterpoint off these topics. For now, though visit, browse, and I promise you’ll enjoy it.
Win a Few, Lose a Few. . .
Most of this is old news, covered thoroughly at places like FutureAngels.com, MiLB.com and MLB.com. Nonetheless, just in case any of you were holding your breath to read it here (hello-o-o-o-o! ?), here’s a recap of some of the organizational roster/staff changes from the last few months. I think the biggest news is the loss of Bruce Hines, Minor League Field Coordinator. Hines’ responsibility was to take the “grow your own” philosophy developed by Stoneman and Scioscia, and make it happen on the field. Or rather, all of the fields from SoCal to Cedar Rapids. (OK, it really should include Orem. Notice though, what a nice alliteration you get this way.)
Rodriguez, Teixeira, O’Day, Mosebach, Gonzalez and Bootcheck are off to other teams. Andersen and Garland are in free-agency, considering their options. Santana, Izturis, Quinlan and Napoli are awaiting arbirtration hearings. We have a new halo in the bullpen, Brian Fuentes, who pitched for Colorado the last four seasons. Guerreo, Lackey, Oliver, Figgins and Riviera are back for one season, or in Rivera’s case three. It appears as though Arte really, really likes LA manager Mike Scioscia, putting him in the dugout through 2018. Sad news—GM special assistant, Preston Gomez, passed away just recently.
The minor league staff acquired a one new face, and one very familiar one. Former MLB outfielder, Eric Owens is the newcomer to the Angels’ organization. Owens will manage Rancho Cucamonga, replacing Ever Magallanes who went to the White Sox organization. Former Salt Lake Bees infielder, Mike Eylward will be Hitting Coach for the Orem Owlz in 2009. (Woohoo! Yours truly will definitely be making some visits to Brent Brown Park this summer.)
We’re famous! Well, sorta.
One of the truly enjoyable experiences to come along this winter was being a guest blogger at Ben’s Biz Blog, where I wax cynically (you were expecting a different adverb?) about the bestselling, homerun book, “Moneyball.” The most noteworthy point about the book review is I am probably one of only eight readers in the entire baseball-reading world who didn’t rave wildly about it. Blasphemy, you shout?! Well, what can I say? Wait a sec, I did say. Read for yourself why I felt like Michael Lewis cheated.
It also gets reposted with an even more inflammatory intro by the 330-win flamethrower and ballplayer pundit, Jimmy Scott. What guys? Are you trying to get me lynched?
Klauke’s Spring Preview
Another fun evening was spent listening to a recent (14JAN09) interview with Steve Klauke on MiLBradio.com. Bonus! Listen closely for the rare opportunity to hear the dulcit tones of my sweetness. At any rate, Steve offers his thoughts on who’s a prospect, who’s in the pen and most importantly, who’s on first.
OK, I think that about clears out the cranial attic. Check back soon. And remember, pitchers and catchers report on February 14, 2009! Bye for now!
January 18th, 2009
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September 15, 2008 — Now that the congratulations have been taken care of, it’s time to offer some thanks as well.
First and foremost, I’d like to thank all of you out there who took the time to stop by for what I hope has been some entertaining reading. I am particularly grateful to those readers who went to the extra trouble of posting a comment. Your input often leads to an inspiration for later posts, or new perspectives on the ones already up. Thank you again!
Rich Barker broke his own rule about ignoring these d*mn bloggers to post some insightful comments about our PCL Pitcher of the Year.
Lisa Winston threw caution to the wind by publically endorsing TSJ in her blog and adding it to her blogroll. Girlfriend, we HAVE to meet up during Arizona Fall League.
Jonathan Mayo, for putting his heart and soul into raising public awareness, as well as $$$, for victims of the Iowa Floods of 2008, including the Cedar Rapids Kernels staff, boosters and host families. You da’ man JonB3!
Chris Rosenbaum put in a really nice plug for TSJ at his blog on September 04. In fact, his post reminded me I needed to do the same. Hey Rosey, can’t wait to see you in a Bees uniform!
Dirk Hayhurst resisted deleting my snarky comments at his very popular blog, and even went so far as to plug TSJ, whereupon site visits immediately quintupled from like 5 to 25.
Rich Burk, Portland Beavers broadcaster, was incredibly supportive of my blogging efforts. Guess I’ll have to make plans for a trip to PGE Park someday, just so I can see for myself what Burkie “is really like.”
John Wolff, former minor-league infielder and owner of eFieldHouse. On a lark I sent him an email inquiring about his site, and WTF?. . .he emailed back! No doubt it’s been downhill for his inbox ever since.
Aaron Wells, Matt Gittins, Jason Taylor of the Orem Owlz always welcomed me to their home yard, always with a smile.
Extra-special thanks to Brenton Del Chiaro for letting me pester him long enough to get an interview for eFieldHouse. [Plus my eternal gratitude to the baseball gods, who allowed me to catch up with the Owlz Hitting-Coach-Come-Manager before the news media started their en masse assault on his Caller ID!]
Another warm thanks to Owlz Pitching Coach Zeke Zimmerman (who will never read this online, so someone go tell him for me) for introducing Tako-sensei and for, . . .well, just being Zeke.
Stephen C. Smith, an invaluable source for Angels’ information and photos. Inspiring, honest and a cherished friend (despite his efforts get me to leave the Triple-A team).
Rick Dykhuizen and Linda Giger, Franklin Covey Irregulars and amateur photogs who helped boost the glam factor of this site by graciously allowing me to post their work for all of you to enjoy.
Dave “Netman” Pratt. Thanks for reminding me that every day spent at the ballpark is a GOOD DAY. More importantly, for teaching us that game balls are far too precious to be kept as mere souvenirs; they were meant to be given away, like love. Dude, when I get to that place, we are going to get in some BP!
Marc Amicone, Brad Tammen, Linda Luchetti, Hannah Lee, Tony Parks, Brian Prutch, Larry, LaRue, Paul, Erin, Joe, Mort, Kevin, Jose, Vern, Katie & the Honeybees and EVERYONE in the Salt Lake Bees front office. You all know how I feel about you already; this is just a shout-out to ensure the rest of the whole d*mn world knows too.
Ryan & Company. Without you guys, there’d be no ballgames at all; the playing field never looked better!
Bumble, for running/jumping/climbing/clapping/riding around in that hot, stuffy suit until his knees (literally) wore out! You’ll always be da’ Bee for me!
Salt Lake Bees team photographer Brent Asay is in a class by himself. I’ve said it already, but it deserves an encore. No one shoots action like Brent!
Steve Klauke, Mr. 2000, what can I say? We’ve been through a lot of seasons together. How about, I’m just not completely present at the ballpark without my radio on and tuned to KJQS 1230 AM?
Bobby Mitchell and this season’s coaching, conditioning and training staff. Welcome to the ballclub fellas! Nice job taking care of this bunch of hard-driving, high-octane, boys-learning-to-be-men. A special thanks to Mitch for a splendid job of media relations, best I’ve seen in years.
Jim Eppard, my favorite coach, for helping #8 get his swing straightened out and #25 produce new career stats in almost every category. Oh, and for making me look like a rock star by lobbing a few soft tosses my way.
To all the ballplayers who spent time this summer in a Salt Lake Bees uniform. Early in the season, our PCL PioY (time marker 07:40) described noticing something special about this group of guys. That thought kept coming back over and over again during the course of the season. I’ve watched a lot of ballplayers come and go over these many summers. And there was definitely something about this team that went beyond BA, RBI, ERA and SO. Best of luck to you in baseball, and everything else.
Saving the best for last. . .my ballpark-bud Jackson was always on top of the game—reminding me who was in the box/on deck/in the hole, what happened their last at-bat, how to turn a triple-play, which ballplayers we liked (Bees) or disliked (other guys), and most importantly of all, why I love this game. Thanks so much for the present! (Dad tells me you spent a ton of time on it.) Hopefully you’ll get to watch your two favorite Bees-now-Halos ballplayers on TV, all the way into Halloween!
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Well, . . .only 199 days until the Opening Day 2009. Bye for now!
September 15th, 2008
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