Saturday, April 21, 2012

Nemesis: The Hom Hom Homers






Ah, the joys of baseball; it's long season draws out every emotion but in April, everyone is hopeful. Baseball can bring out joy and agony and if you are a teenaged kid playing, it may bring out fear.
I always liked playing the game and was good at it especially tracking down fly balls but something about our first organized games versus other teams made me very nervous. 

My older friend Anthony had organized our crew at 30th Avenue ("Winslow's Giants) to face, in a series of games, George Hom's Hom Hom Homers.  Great name really but scary team.  For the life of me I can not remember any of their players except one- and because I am most likely not going to ever meet him again, I will refer to George's brother as Behometh. The Behometh was a very large boy- definitely older and looked like Jose Canseco in all his glory.  He hit the ball as you might expect a Behometh to hit a ball. The Behometh would crush a pitch every time and my eight teammates would all turn and watch the flight of the baseball as it traveled to Saturn. Probably a little glad that none of us had to get in front of the leather missile.

In later games Winslow's Giants would compensate by pulling in Coach Aveson's friends (John's older brothers and their circle) but these first games I remember batting and hoping to get walked.  Fortunately being on the tiny side, I had a small strike zone and didn't swing the bat very often.  Also our batting helmet (fits all but me) seemed to ride on my head like Darth Vader's mask.

During this series my proudest moment occurred when playing the outfield,  the Behometh ripped a line drive which I didn't let get by me- it crashed into my chest and bounced back to where I could toss it back in.  I suspect that what actually happened is that he hit the ball so hard I didn't have time to get out of the way.  Caught between deciding to dodge left or right, I did neither.  Bruised and sore I ran back to our dugout area after the third out,  and Coach made a point of celebrating my effort and courage.  If being too stupid to get out of the way = courage and effort, well then I was happy to contribute.   The why and the how no longer matters- only the perception of the was that is, and how it still makes me feel today (and a malleable memory). 

We won our series with the Hom Hom Homers with a loaded (unfair) lineup. Today with nostalgic affection I sometimes think about George's team and how I'd still like to kick their butts- but I'd get out of the way this time.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Fantasy Baseball

Dexter has wanted to play a Fantasy Baseball League since last year. His cousin, Jeremiah was nice enough to start a 4 team league with his Bro and Sis (Tom and Stacey) -two of Dexter's cousins. It's an ESPN driven league and free to play. With only 4 teams of 20? players and a pool of 750 to pull from, there will always be many good players to pick and choose from.  I told Dexter I would help- do a little research and assist with the draft.

I had completely forgotten on draft night, involved in  a project at work when Dexter called at 6:45 reminding that the draft was at 7:30! Are you going to be home?  Crikey!  I had not yet done any research! Immediately dropping what I was doing, I managed to find a taxi and get home in 15 minutes. Cramming all the notes that I could (began in the taxi) we were ready for the draft. By the (un) luck of the draw we had the last (well,fourth) pick but also because of this would have the very next-5th pick. Our draft selections were always in two's and throughout Dexter continually reminded me to have two-three ready choices. 

The draft was fun - when it was your turn, you had about a minute to choose, then the process moved fairly quick.  We weren't sure if we should draft position players by position or by quality, how many pitchers to acquire- so we decided to target some players, not draft any Dodgers (made easier when Kershaw and Kemp were picked up early) and just go for it.  In the end we came up with a pretty solid team (again, with only 4 teams it would be harder not to) but probably had one too many relievers.

We are the World Chemps (nickname Big O Franchise); Chemps for Chew-Dempsey and Big O is for Oliver- originally we were "Oliver's Head" but he didn't care for that one.  Going against team names that will also strike fear and intimidate: The Crazy Crabs (homage to the Giant mascot of the early '80's designed for fans to intentionally dislike), Nicely Done (to lull into underestimating) and Tommy Tommy Long Hair.

I didn't pay much attention to the proceedings the first three-four games but when I realized that some strategy is involved, it became much more interesting.  Also I wanted to know how exactly were we leading. You only get credit for players selected to play so you have to play hunches as to who might have a good day, who is on a roll, which pitcher might get a win or a bunch of strikeouts, slotting players to fill in your regulars- on days off, trading players, dropping and adding players.  Dexter and I - are hooked!

I explained to Dext that the season is long so he should expect a lot of up and downs- you can clear 100 points in two days so you might move from first to last in just that amount of time, and reverse direction even faster.  However, we're still on a pretty good roll..  Here's who we have now (with one change- we acquired  Napoli-c and dropped Avila.  Earlier this week, Tommy Tommy Long Hair traded us Strasberg-Pitcher for Cesedes,Outfielder of the A's (which may work well for both teams).  You definitely "bench" players that aren't playing that day but sometimes a team plays but your player does not -drats!  Or you think you have a great player but he doesn't hit! Or field!  Tulowitski! However you figure it's worth keeping him until he comes around. An older player like Michael Young will get a rest every few games so it takes some guessing as to which game that might be. I don't know!  A pitcher like Yu Darvish is on a team that will score a lot of runs (Texas) so even if you're needing convincing about how good Yu is, you determine that he still will get a bunch of wins. I should stop here as to not give out any of our team secrets... if only we had any.  We've been lucky so far and Josh Hamilton has been the main mover of our team.  He, was a steal!

the scores for the pitchers reflect how their teams did on this day- not their individual games.
we also have a home rule not to root against the Giants under any circumstances.


CYadier Molina, StL C

L 3-6
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100.0+0
1BPrince Fielder, Det 1B

L 3-10
1/32100001000
04
100.0+0
2BDustin Pedroia, Bos 2B




--/----------------------
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100.0+0
3BMichael Young, Tex 1B, 3B, DH

W 10-3
3/51300021010
08
100.0+0
SSDerek Jeter, NYY SS

W 7-6
1/51100010000
03
100.0+0
OFJose Bautista, Tor 3B, OF

L 4-9
0/31000002000
03
100.0+0
OFJosh Hamilton, Tex OF

W 10-3
1/41100002000
04
100.0+0
OFJosh Willingham, Min OF, DH

L 6-7
1/50100000000
01
100.0+0
UTILHunter Pence, Phi OF

W 2-0
1/31100001000
03
100.0+0


Totals
8/287800037010
026

BenchPablo Sandoval, SF 3B




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100.0+0
BenchTroy Tulowitzki, Col SS




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100.0+0
BenchAlex Avila, Det C

L 3-10
0/20000002000
02
100.0+0
BenchAdrian Beltre, Tex 3B

W 10-3
1/61100000000
02
100.0+0
DL





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DL





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PITCHERS
Apr 19
Apr 19 PitchingTotal
RESEARCH
SLOTPLAYER, TEAM POSACTION
OPPSTATUS ET
IPKCGSOWLSVPTS
%OWN+/-
SPJered Weaver, LAA SP

L 2-4
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100.0+0
SPRicky Romero, Tor SP

L 4-9
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100.0+0
SPYu Darvish, Tex SP

W 10-3
6.150010015
100.0+0
SPStephen Strasburg, Wsh SP

L 4-11
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100.0+0
SPColby Lewis, Tex SP

W 10-3
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100.0+0
RPCraig Kimbrel, Atl RP

W 10-2
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100.0+0


Totals
6.150010015

BenchMadison Bumgarner, SF SP
Didn't consider what a rain out does !  We had 4 major players not play today because of it!  At one point on 4/20 Jay, Stacey and Tommy were all in a row, each separated by one point. Wild stuff.

Postscript: 10/5/12 we ran the table from day 1 to the end of the season. Yeah, I'd call it luck!
6555
6392 
5999 
5391

CHG

R1B2B3BHRRBIBBHBPSBCSE
KCGSOWLSV
1World Chemps BigOFranchise  
7989575344810048125698480-29-75
9936525720-230200
6555+9
2The Crazy Crabs
7888996027586075358041113-35-82
10186540750-265190
6392+33
3Tommy Tommy Long Hair
7177905168194475553138107-41-72
9682010690-220165
5999+21
4Nicely Done
6878105149974471853141109-44-78
8501510610-2305
5391+19
 we ended the season with six Giants: Pence, Baumgarner (both all year), Panda, Pagan, Scutaro, Vogelsong

Monday, April 16, 2012

Mr. D


The loss hurts so much because the memories are so full and good. He is the father of my friend John, who died eleven years ago. Mr. D left us on John's birthday March 31. I can't think of many people I know of by just an initial- PE teacher Mr.A  because not many could pronounce his name. Basketball legend Dr. J, the singer Mr. B comes to mind but none with the affection of the recollection of Mr.D.  Growing up  my peers and I always sized up the parents of our friends; what were their boundaries, did they have a bad temper, did they tolerate and  like us?
 

He always enjoyed engaging us in conversation with his interest and ready laughter. He liked once when I noted his flair when stirring a glass of chocolate milk, tapping out a nice rhythmic finish. As a father now I do this. There were three father figures I looked to growing up in my neighborhood on 30th Avenue. They were my father, Mr.Grant and Mr. Dickinson. When theDickinsons moved out to Vegas in '78, I was not sure how much I would see of them.  I knew that John and I would always be friends and would find ways to stay in contact.  John was not one who we might consider to write letters (but he did, and often lengthy) and I wasn't someone who gave much of himself (but I would learn to).

I flew out to Vegas several times and was welcomed at the Dickinson household each time. Once John and I participated in a nutty thing where we jumped over an airplane propeller set beneath a protective steel floor.  Using the  proper technique would allow you to fly up pushed in an airstream created by the propeller. Thirty years later I visualize us wrapped in padded jackets surrounded by the massive sounds of the experience and the two of us flying, crashing and laughing. 

Retreating back to the house on Viking Road to a mightily stirred chocolate milk, dinner and television with Mr. and Mrs. D., John, Dennis and Lucky.  Stories shared of then and since then. Circumstances in time created a bond with this family and me- and while the frequency of visits were not numerous, they became meaningful and important.  The lines of friendship and family became blurred, as the relationships became a part of something that needed to be.  

Last week Maria referred to Mr. D as the type of person you do not witness often; someone who accepts what life presents, no matter how difficult that task might be. By his actions,he seemed to say to us that this was his burden and he would accept it. Mr Dickinson did so with not only strength but with grace.  The grace of God perhaps but I saw it through him.  When moments of humor presented, he accepted those too. At his niece’s Monica’s wedding, he danced and danced, and did so living in the fineness of that day.

As a man devoted to his family, Mr. D set a template for others to learn from.  He did what he needed to do.  If the task was to face a wooly mammoth, he would face that mammoth.  In my adult life I have been content to do what I want without worrying what most people think about me- as long as it answers to my own standards of conduct.  However Mr. D was an exception- I wanted his approval.  

Knowing that he believed in me will continue to be meaningful in my life. It goes without saying that he will be missed but what I need to acknowledge is that his existence is part of who I am, and who I would like to be.

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