Friday, June 30, 2017

Shadow Ball

This past Sunday, the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum inducted three gentlemen who were major players in Negro League baseball history. Bud Fowler, Minnie Minoso and Buck O'Neil . With this in mind I thought I would "replay" a blog of mine which highlights a widely unknown pregame ritual from that league and era. So as my own tribute to those gentlemen, here it is:

On July 2nd I posted on Facebook a blog concerning one single game which I coached in Rapid City, South Dakota. It was the greatest game of my coaching career and one of the greatest moments of my entire life.  My great friend and assistant coach, Jim Keenan, reminded me of one thing which I neglected to mention in my original blog writing. Before that game I had the team participate in something known as "Shadowball".

Shadowball was performed in the Negro Leagues of professional baseball back in the first half of the 20th century. It's hard to believe that for a time black baseball players were forbidden, through a "gentleman's agreement", from playing major league baseball for the sole reason that they were black. But believe it or not, it was indeed the case. 

Jackie Robinson was not actually the first black player in the major leagues. In the modern era, yes. But in 1884 Moses Fleetwood Walker played for the Toledo Blue Stockings. He lasted only half a season and in 1887 the owners voted to exclude blacks from baseball....period.

Shadowball was profiled in "Ken Burns' Baseball", the brilliant PBS documentary which first aired in the fall of 1994.  I couldn't really appreciate its initial showing because it aired during one of the worst months of my life. My dear mother had just flown back to Florida after visiting me in Minneapolis for the previous month. She lived for just one more month, losing her three-year battle with breast cancer on October 1st.  I did record each episode on something called VHS tapes (google that, kids) and viewed it over the longer than normal winter in an early version of what is now known as "binge viewing".  

I coached baseball and softball in Burnsville, Minnesota from 1989-2001. I coached from ages 8-18, boys' baseball and girls' softball both slowpitch and fastpitch.  I believe I started having players end practices with shadowball in my 3rd year.  Players immediately fell in love with it, to the point where they wanted to do it EVERY day. It allowed all players to imagine themselves making the plays they dream of just before they fall asleep.  I was greatly amused as I watched how my players had concocted their most outrageous plays. It was even more of a kick to watch our opponents when we would bust out the pantomime just before a scheduled game in lieu of taking regular infield practice.  Our opponents were so interested in what fun we were having that they sometimes lost focus and it made them more vulnerable to our early-game efforts.  Just not often enough.

My youth coaching career is a thing of the past these days. Mostly because parents don't know how to act in a civil manner towards coaches or game officials anymore. They don't. It makes no sense to me when you hear stories about parents verbally and physically abusing team coaches and officials.  I only had one issue with that during my tenure and that was when one father called me at 11:30 p.m. in a drunken stupor to tell me that his son should be batting third and starting every game.  So I got out with not much agitation.  I do miss it though.  Once when I had an 11-12 year-old team I didn't have time to change out of my suit from work and change into jeans and a t-shirt.  So I gave signs at third base with my sport coat lapels and my tie. It was a bunch of fun and the parents thought it to be quite entertaining. But Shadowball has to be my favorite coaching routine of all time.

By the way.... That ballgame in South Dakota in 1994? Against the defending National Champions? In their home ballpark? In front of over 1,100 fans? Oh yeah, we won that game 3-1. Did our Shadowball exhibition help us? Who's to say it didn't? But it didn't do us any harm, that's for sure. 

The great thing about Shadowball,for myself, is that since it's infield practice without an actual ball I can play it in my mind at almost any time. I think I may do that right now. Just gotta find my imaginary fungo bat. It must be around here somewhere.

How great must a game be in that it has a piece of equipment referred to as a "fungo"?  

..........I'm just sayin.  










Tuesday, June 27, 2017

A.Y.

Earlier today the world lost a good one.  News began to make the rounds that former major league pitcher Anthony Young had passed away at the age of 51.  He passed away in his home town of Houston, Texas.

My first knowledge of Anthony Young came while he was a pitcher for my favorite team, the New York Mets, in 1991.  He was known by many because of a streak of 27 consecutive losses as pitcher, a steak that ran from May 1992 to July 1993.  Now, for those of you unfamiliar with how pitchers earn wins or losses, the streak is actually quite misleading. During the time the streak was in progress he actually had 12 consecutive saves and had a consecutive scoreless innings streak of 23 2/3 innings.  It is often said that "most of life is timing", and this would be a classic case.  

I remember recalling "that's just bad luck" when he broke the previous record which had lasted some 81 years.  Shortly after the streak ended A.Y. actually appeared on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Leno had made reference to A.Y. much like Johnny Carson would refer to the early Tampa Bay Buccaneers.  

Now, at no time did I ever think that I would ever meet the man himself in person.  But that's how life is, I suppose.  

In January of 2013 I had a chance to attend my first New York Mets Fantasy Camp in Port St. Lucie, Florida.  One of the former Mets was one Anthony Young.  He was as nice and humble a person as I had ever encountered.  "The Streak" was not brought up during the introductions at the opening banquet, but I didn't expect it to be.  I did hear that he talked about it in a humorous way, mostly because you have to remember that one must have a decent amount of talent in order to be sent back out to the mound often enough to set such a mark.  

I didn't have the chance to spend much time with A.Y. in 2013, but on my return in 2014 I got a great chance.  I was drafted by the team coached by Ricky Bones, Alan Friedman and A.Y.  We had a great deal of talent and we took a 6-0 record into the championship game.  The afternoon game took place on A.Y.'s 48th birthday.  The ball which became the final out of that game is in my sports memorabilia collection, being that we won a championship that year.  The post-game photos include the man himself with a festive hat and party favor.  Never has victory looked so cool.




In the offseason he coached baseball in the Houston area and this leads me to my favorite A.Y. story. During Mets Fantasy Camp 2017 my team was playing his team and he was coaching first base. I was playing first at the time. The batter hit a double into the right field alley and when the batter headed toward second base I did what any good first baseman should do- I followed, or "trailed" the batter to second in case a throw to second got loose or there was a possible play to be made, especially if the runner doesn't know I'm there.  I jog back over my position and A.Y. tips his head and says, "What are you doing?" I said, "You mean trailing the play?" He says, "Yeah! Nobody does that.  I try to teach it, but my kids don't wanna do it." I told him, "Old school, baby! Old school!" We high-fived and went back to the game in front of us.  

At this year's fantasy camp he revealed to us that he was fighting a brain tumor.  We were all stunned but we were all able to see him and embrace him and say goodbye. We all thought the worst and hoped for the best, but most of us feared that it may be our last opportunity to give our love to the man.  He returned to the championship game two days later and once again led his team to a title.  

We found out a few weeks ago that the reunion would be taking place in New York in July.  We all began looking forward to seeing each other again but many of us hoped that A.Y. would be there along with us.  We all knew that he was fighting to be there with us, but today today's news put those hopes to rest for all of us.

We will see each other in just over three weeks but we will all be thinking of the man who won't be with us in person.  His spirit, however, will be with each of us and will give us so many stories to share with each other.

July 21st will be here soon and for me it's gonna be one thing.... Old school, baby! Old school! 


I'm just sayin'.