IT’S ONLY JUST A GAME

IT’S ONLY A GAME

The tragic and shocking news of Oscar Taveras’s passing on Sunday cast a pall over Game 5 of the World Series.  Buster Posey, the potential new face of baseball had this to say:  “My first thought was, ‘This game is not that important.’  I mean, we make so much about the World Series and it’s fun, it’s a fun game that we get to play, but life is much more important.  Something like that will bring you back down to earth really quickly.”

We put so much value on sports, we figuratively live and die with our teams.  Kids and adults alike shed tears when the ball doesn’t bounce “our” way.  And yet, at the end of the day, it is just a game.

Roberto Clemente, one of the greatest players of all time, died in an aviation accident at the age of 38, while en route to deliver aid to earthquake victims in Nicaragua.

Thurman Munson, the heart and soul and captain of the ‘70s Yankees, died when his Cessna crashed, at the age of 32.

Darryl Kile, a 20-game winner for the Cardinals, was found dead in his hotel room from a sudden heart attack, at the age of 33.

Nick Adenhart, the 22-year phenom for the Angels, dead at the hands of a drunk driver.

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Tim Crews, veteran starting pitcher, died in a boating accident at 31. His 27-year old teammate, Steve Olin, was also killed in the accident.

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Josh Hancock, a pitcher on the 2006 World Series champion Cardinals, killed in a drunk driving accident at age 29.

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Longtime major league pitcher, Cory Lidle, was 34 and pitching for the Yankees when his plane crashed into a building in New York.

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Donnie Moore took his life in 1989.  We all thought it was because no one him taught him “it’s only just a game”, but his demons ran considerably deeper.

http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2011/10/the-myth-of-the-home-run-that-drove-an-angels-pitcher-to-suicide/247447/

The eight names above are part of a list of 41 players who, since 1964, died while playing Major League baseball.

Contained in this list are so many life lessons.  Drunk driving; drug use; the need to take care of your body and mind; and, universally, the unpredictability of life.

What we impart to our children, on the field, in the classroom, and around the house, needs to include that last lesson.  Life is short; enjoy every moment.  I can speak with first-hand knowledge of how precious the moments are, and how you regret them when they are gone.  Play hard, play to win, but, most importantly, play.  Smile, laugh, enjoy yourself.  You never know when those moments will be no more.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=kuq7RYQ8Wa0

As baseball fans, we talk about the hit-and-run, and the suicide squeeze, and gunning him down, and do-or-die moments, and yet none of those actually ring true.  Life is precious, games are games, and perspective is necessary.  So, no matter who you root for, come Tuesday (or Wednesday) night, when people are rioting and looting in San Francisco and/or Kansas City, try to remember, and try to teach our kids, it’s only just a game.

And with that, PLAY BALL!

THROW BACK MONDAY

THROW BACK MONDAY

The cycle of life.  Everything that’s old is new again.  The more things change, the more they stay the same.  Every dog has its day.

I awoke this morning and went deep into my closet to pull out my Guess flap-pocket jeans. They were right next to the double-collared Izod shirt and white Reebok “trainers” (the ones with the Velcro straps across the top).

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Sitting on my desk, below the pennants I got at every Dodger game (when such pedestrian souvenirs were available), was my tape recorder – the one with the handle that slides in when not being used – which currently holds my Bar Mitzvah practice tape.  Man, I hated that tape.

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I walked out the door, got on the bus, and headed for 6th, 7th, or 8th grade.  I cannot remember which.  I just remember feeling a bit awkward, and not knowing – with any certainty – what my friends were thinking or which girl I liked was willing “to go” with me.  The one thing I did know, for sure, was that I had my Sony Watchman in my backpack and I was going to surreptitiously watch a playoff game between periods and at lunch.

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Yes, this morning we are back in the early to mid ’80s.  Why do the names Reagan, Oliver, and Fawn mean so much to me?

The Royals vs. the Orioles for the right to play in the World Series.  Where did the time go?

Quick, how many players from those teams can you recall right now? Go (don’t scroll down yet).

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My list:

Royals: Willie Wilson, Willie Aikens, Frank White, George Brett, Jamie Quirk, John Wathan, Onix Concepcion, Steve Balboni, Buddy Biancalana, Dane (not Garth) Iorg, Lonnie Smith (after his Cardinals years), Hal McRae

Orioles: Al Bumbry, Ken Singleton, Jim Palmer, Storm Davis, Rick Dempsey, Eddie Murray, Cal Ripken, Lenn Sakata, “Disco” Danny Ford (pre-Angels), John Lowenstein, Gary (not Ron) Roenicke

Check your own memory:

http://www.baseball-almanac.com/teamstats/roster.php?y=1983&t=BAL

http://www.baseball-almanac.com/teamstats/roster.php?y=1985&t=KCA

How weird is it that our kids are going through, and dealing with, the same things that we were the last time these two teams were relevant.  We all love to live in the world of nostalgia, but this TRULY brings it home.

How many of you can remember, with perfect clarity, when Don Denkinger became persona non grata in St. Louis and a hero in Kansas City?

http://m.mlb.com/video/v13062921/85-ws-gm-6-stlkc-denkinger-misses-the-call

Do you remember when we all thought Cal Ripken would be playing in Octobers for years to come?

Growing up, Rick Dempsey lived down the street, and he would always drive around in that tan Chevy Camaro, license plate: 83WSMVP.  Yeah, those early ’80s baseball teams were my childhood.

So, last night, watching the hometown Angels lose out to the upstart Royals, I was not nearly as pained as my son.  I took heart in being young again.

When, earlier in the day, the Orioles powered their way through Motown, I was hit with a double-dose.  Although the Tigers have won and been relevant recently, to me it will always be 1984, with Kirk Gibson hitting a ball into the upper deck of “Old” Tiger Stadium off Goose Gossage.

It has been many years.  We’ve learned a little and lived a lot, but, boy-oh-boy, sometimes I truly wish I was still 12 years old.

This weekend, if even for just a few brief moments, I was a kid again!

 

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PLAY BALL!!