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*Derived from Elton John's <a href="http://www.eltonography.com/songs/this_song_has_no_title.html">This Song Has No Title</a>.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-46669676177976515982023-08-13T21:35:00.000-05:002023-08-13T21:35:19.461-05:0032 games in 14 days - or How A Valpo fan has genuine fun in March<p>This year's theme: so what if Valpo is really down now, I can still enjoy March basketball, right?</p><p>Here's the thing about me. When I go to a tournament, I don't just go to see Valpo play. That comes in handy when the Beacons are going through down times (both Men's and Women's programs are really struggling right now). <br /></p><h1 style="text-align: left;">1. The friends we meet along the way</h1><p style="text-align: left;">Ever since I started going to conference tournaments, I have had opportunities to chat with fans from other teams in whatever conference Valpo is in. At least once every year, I would be sitting in my seat watching one of the games, and end up talking with another fan. For that matter, other Valpo fans were also there taking in the entire tournament just like me, so I almost always had someone to share any "wow" moments with. Back in the Mid-Con days (2002-2007 for me), there were always at least a few Valpo fans I could hang out with in between sessions. One year, we even opened it up to fans of other teams. Conference tournaments are a great opportunity to meet fans from other teams. They often turn out to be really interesting. It helps a little if you can attend all games in person (hint, hint, Horizon League).</p><p style="text-align: left;">Sometimes, you meet fans online and then get to hang out with them at the site of your conference tournament (not to mention during regular season conference games, depending on how well fan bases travel). This year was no exception.</p><p style="text-align: left;">At Arch Madness, I was assuming it would just be me and a few Valpo friends enjoying the games, but on Friday, I happened to notice someone I know online (@BHartyNMSU) tweeting out pictures from the Indiana State-Belmont game that was going on. After confirming he was indeed in the house, I went to his section to meet him in person for the first time. He was a fellow subscriber to Kyle Whelliston's <a href="https://ballyair.com/home" target="_blank">Mid-Majority website</a> (2004-2014, now resurrected under a different URL). I have met several fellow subscribers at similar tournaments, and always treasure the connection. If you zoom the picture a bit, you will see that he is a New Mexico State fan. I discovered that he retired from employment with the university, and was planning to attend the WAC tournament in Vegas after Arch Madness was over.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwU0hQuUVo6l7oeNprN1EJElzeTiwLar8uWd8g8DhqBKYzc52v7toyOgeAam6EgzoGuOrcyWt7bnpEQSK-hr0khfQ7c7N0-ZfhzaDR-URz5uyRkoS5FH69UMLbIwKa-0PeUmL4Cxj2WnFMGRNBnAGY1Db-ZpSlnjBzd67q4hGiRlGPQfpW-vY/s2048/20230303_152024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwU0hQuUVo6l7oeNprN1EJElzeTiwLar8uWd8g8DhqBKYzc52v7toyOgeAam6EgzoGuOrcyWt7bnpEQSK-hr0khfQ7c7N0-ZfhzaDR-URz5uyRkoS5FH69UMLbIwKa-0PeUmL4Cxj2WnFMGRNBnAGY1Db-ZpSlnjBzd67q4hGiRlGPQfpW-vY/s320/20230303_152024.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>My next stop was in Indianapolis for the Horizon League semifinals and finals at Indiana Farmers Coliseum, where I once again shared the games with some friends from Green Bay who I met back in 2014. They have been to every conference tournament involving the Green Bay Phoenix for the past 30+ years. This year they were heartbroken again because their women's team lost in the title game (the men's team just hired a brand new coach).<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNfcJ6p-jRQEkjsAjh6BJQSXI2NP0DIpKxqMrv-yucSy8eKkfLdksUlUn4Ok7GCbrt56bxJbO5NhWk56KDeaoE2kj2ducAbC6pZsF3RW7HpxeLxjTirsyvs2eKnAfjQfRPjKQatE1pINjxdN3ZajMrhLE5-ATzVHnEDPZ2fH4fbDGHmjbgOg/s2400/20230306_124202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="2400" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNfcJ6p-jRQEkjsAjh6BJQSXI2NP0DIpKxqMrv-yucSy8eKkfLdksUlUn4Ok7GCbrt56bxJbO5NhWk56KDeaoE2kj2ducAbC6pZsF3RW7HpxeLxjTirsyvs2eKnAfjQfRPjKQatE1pINjxdN3ZajMrhLE5-ATzVHnEDPZ2fH4fbDGHmjbgOg/s320/20230306_124202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>I also said hello again to the podcast hosts (BobMcDonald - @bobmcdonald and Matt Dudek - @horizone_matt) at <a href="https://horizoneroundtable.com/" target="_blank">The HoriZone Roundtable</a>, a website that does a fantastic job of covering the Horizon League in an age where the traditional outlets are covering mid-major basketball less and less. <a href="https://twitter.com/KyleHZRT" target="_blank">One of their writers</a> does a bang-up job of covering Cleveland State Women's basketball and tries his best to cover Horizon League Women's hoops in general. This will continue to be an annual trip for me. On Championship Tuesday, I was even able to grab a late lunch with Matt at a nearby restaurant since there is a 4 hour gap between title games.<br /></p><p>My next stop was Moline, Illinois for Hoops in the Heartland (MVC Women's tournament). Last year's Tax Slayer Center is now Vibrant Arena. This one continues to be a challenge for me, as both times I've been to this tournament I've basically been by myself. However, this year, I did get to say hello to the <a href="https://www.thevictorybell.com/" target="_blank">Valpo sports beat writer</a> (Paul Oren - @TVBOren), whose <a href="https://www.thevictorybell.com/" target="_blank">The Victory Bell</a> newsletter is very good and reasonably priced.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivriaNGXx_8KXZMXQXF7oZ4mmt1v0z-sQeYtyns3HyU1QEvtS0_VZan8CGViNTtK6XU2VE6V8Onw-D_6OCrJv2gQheiKJXqdW7RcMyWDu7KcCEY3YOSPY5fLHWr2j4LPek_CcC_tsidjLZsYCxa0aMiIJvVCb-Rof1qo_iPSBmant1aS61qGs/s4000/20230309_114142.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivriaNGXx_8KXZMXQXF7oZ4mmt1v0z-sQeYtyns3HyU1QEvtS0_VZan8CGViNTtK6XU2VE6V8Onw-D_6OCrJv2gQheiKJXqdW7RcMyWDu7KcCEY3YOSPY5fLHWr2j4LPek_CcC_tsidjLZsYCxa0aMiIJvVCb-Rof1qo_iPSBmant1aS61qGs/s320/20230309_114142.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Furthermore, at least some of the basketball is very good. Newcomer Belmont came in as the 2 seed after finishing in a tie for first (they were picked preseason to win the regular season title).<p></p><p>My final stop was Dayton for the First Four, and the chance to gather again with more fellow mid-majority subscribers. This year's traditional dinner at The Pine Club on the Dayton campus required a table for 8.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6ElvxA7yHE8GMNqZ2RYEM10g9qQljbz6Xr2kCaQBxxaaPDrIIj3wgKA-OQTksqYQ9-zgyDMCOm-mWkl15QGGkc2hl3lReZU7_fp22R-R9v48NWk9IlJ4FA5woXEEdx_vqlhQ9UiFcZAba7m-A_t2U3Fht4YV-bqdpyuci5AfvdOOhnmGXYw/s1024/20230314_181118.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6ElvxA7yHE8GMNqZ2RYEM10g9qQljbz6Xr2kCaQBxxaaPDrIIj3wgKA-OQTksqYQ9-zgyDMCOm-mWkl15QGGkc2hl3lReZU7_fp22R-R9v48NWk9IlJ4FA5woXEEdx_vqlhQ9UiFcZAba7m-A_t2U3Fht4YV-bqdpyuci5AfvdOOhnmGXYw/s320/20230314_181118.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>I forget some of the names, so in the interest of fairness, I won't identify anyone's name, but that's all on me. First guy on the right runs a local pizza restaurant and has some great sports stories to share (he's squinting, not crying). To his right is a Loyola-Chicago fan who I bumped in to at the First Four in 2016 and became fast friends with. Next guy on the right is a guy who I believe lives in the Cincinnati area and has recently adopted the Northern Kentucky Norse as his team (though I believe he is a longtime Xavier fan). Finally at the end on the right is the brother of the Loyola fan.</p><p></p><p>First on the left is a guy with two work phones, and I'm sorry I don't remember anything else about him. To his left is yours truly (not to be confused with Santa Claus). The remaining pair on the left are friends of the Xavier/Norse guy. This is really the highlight of the trip for me every year.</p><p>The next night I was able to join two of these guys and a new friend for dinner at the Oakwood Club for another great dinner, followed by two more basketball games at the arena.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lMXyvNtZHywdr1q2lSIrypyJiktr_UjbuNxkvxAH3F6eyaMFrH-US5sVFjVcs0A2Rzioh9cbHqoLQqtl71zMaEeSw7D-26nPPvmCRx0D96RSZ05tGCIsoYSOKNZGVD8y3TBqB7Uc00XBSlrtpcj6sN_KkXadia8w_ze3G019gztp6WNVXh8/s2048/TMM%20friends%20at%20First%20Four.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lMXyvNtZHywdr1q2lSIrypyJiktr_UjbuNxkvxAH3F6eyaMFrH-US5sVFjVcs0A2Rzioh9cbHqoLQqtl71zMaEeSw7D-26nPPvmCRx0D96RSZ05tGCIsoYSOKNZGVD8y3TBqB7Uc00XBSlrtpcj6sN_KkXadia8w_ze3G019gztp6WNVXh8/s320/TMM%20friends%20at%20First%20Four.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The Tuesday games were both exciting. The Wednesday games were kind of boring, but getting to sit with these guys made it all worthwhile. That's me in the back - you can only see my head. The guy on the left was a new friend who came with the pizza entrepreneur (who is in front).</p><p>All in all, sharing the experience with friends makes it all worthwhile, and I look forward to doing it for as many years as I can.<br /></p><p></p><h1 style="text-align: left;">2. Thrilling games to watch</h1><div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Note: There were some exciting WBB games in Indy that should be listed here. The truth is that I did not find them as memorable because I don't appreciate WBB as much as MBB - something I am still working on.</span><br /></p><h4 style="text-align: left;">Indiana State 94 Belmont 91 (3/3 Quarterfinal Arch Madness)</h4></div><div><p style="text-align: left;">These two teams played only once during the regular season (MVC plays a 20-game schedule with 12 teams, so you play home-and-home against 9 of your rivals and single games against the other 2). That game was played during the final week of the regular season, and Belmont won 89-88 in a thrilling comeback at home.</p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p>Apparently, that was a preview of this game. The first media timeout happened at 13:42 in the first half. No one came close to a shot-clock violation. Talk about a clean game! The Trees built two separate 6 point leads, but Belmont erased the lead each time.</p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p>The rest of the first half still saw Indiana State into the bonus, and a few dead ball turnovers, and we still got all our allotted media timeouts in, but the entire first half was still exciting. Halftime score: ISU 49 Belmont 44.</p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p>The second half was the Cooper Neese show for the first 10 minutes, draining 3s from all over wide open or under pressure. He was perfect or near perfect from behind the arc. And ISU needed every single one of them. When the Trees denied Ben Shepherd the ball, other Belmont players hit the big shots to keep the Bruins in the game. Eventually, Belmont decided to focus on denying Neese the ball, but other Sycamore players filled the gap for him. Neese still hit 2 more threes, one with a Belmont player's hand in his face at the top of the key.</p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p>If you were a Belmont fan, the end of the game was marred by a very questionable blocking foul call that you thought should have been a charge. As a neutral observer, I thought it was the wrong call. Seeing it on replay recently, I still think it was the wrong call. But I'm sure Sycamore fans had calls that looked wrong to them, too. All in all, it was a fantastic game.</p></div><div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Bradley 71 Indiana State 70 (3/4 Semifinal Arch Madness)</h4><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">This game was more of a grinder game than the Belmont-ISU game. The Sycamores did start out this game on fire from behind the arc, jumping out to a 9-2 lead and then on matching Bradley's first 3 with their 4th 3 and hearing the whistle blow, we thought it was going to be an and-one, but they got Courvoisier McCauley for a flop, which seemed iffy. Bradley converted the free throw and then hit another 3 and we had a ball game.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">From that point on, Bradley was the mouse and ISU was the cat. Every time the mouse felt safe, the cat redoubled its efforts to catch the mouse. There were a few lead changes in the first half, but the only lead change in the second half almost sealed the win for the #5 Sycamores. Almost.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;">ISU was briefly bottled up well trying to drive the lane, but they adjusted. Bradley tightened up their defense of ISU's 3 point shooters. After the first 4, ISU went 4 for 18 the rest of the way. Bradley's paint points seemed to come easier, but ISU battled for their fair share of points at the rim.<br /></p><span style="font-weight: normal;">The first half ended in an interesting way. Bradley had the ball trying to get the final score, but with 2.2 seconds left, the offensive set was going nowhere so they called timeout. Brian Wardle called a play to clear out the right side for their senior guard to drive, but his defender fouled him. It turned out that was only ISU's 5th foul, and it wasn't in the act of shooting. With 0.4 left, they tried a toss and shoot, but it clanked harmlessly off the rim. Bradley went into the locker room with a 1 point lead.</span><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">On re-watch, the CBSSN announcers marveled at how Bradley led by 1 in spite of the fact that Rienk Mast had been held scoreless.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In the second half, ISU shot 12.5 % from behind the arc, but they got to the free throw line a lot more to keep them close (and they only missed one FT out of 14). Bradley had their way in the paint in the early part of the half and kept threatening to pull away, but Robbie Avila did his own damage in the paint on the other end. Bradley got it up to 11 with about 13 minutes to go. From that point, ISU did the "gain one point per minute" thing and worked their way back from the brink of elimination. Most of their free throws came off of drives to the basket. Actually, they still trailed by 7 with 4 minutes to go, but they ramped up the rally to make up the difference. Robbie Avila was a beast in the paint on offense, along with Cameron Henry.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The most memorable part of the game came at the very end. ISU got a steal down 2 with 41.6 left and called timeout in the front court. They hit their one and only 3 of the second half (Courvoisier McCauley) and led 70-69. Bradley brought the ball into the front court and took a time out with 34 seconds left. They worked it into the paint and got off a shot (might have gotten away with a charge) and put up a shot that was blocked out of bounds with 18.2 seconds to go. With about 6 seconds to go on the shot clock (12 seconds to go), the Braves put up a prayer of a shot that bounced high off the rim. Players from both teams went for the ball, and the ISU player inadvertently committed a foul with Bradley in the bonus. They hit both free throws. ISU tried a last second buzzer beater, but Bradley defended it really well. Just a real gut punch. They had the game won and committed the unpardonable sin. Cameron Henry was inconsolable (the foul was on him). I felt bad for him.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Post-script: we were all looking forward to a barn-burner on Sunday, but #1 Bradley might as well not even have shown up. #2 Drake took them to the woodshed from start to finish, winning by 26. All in all, though, these two games were worth the price of the entire weekend. An epic 3-pt shooting contest followed by an epic grinder. Some of the other games were not bad, either.</span><br /></p></div><div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Northern Kentucky 63 Cleveland State 61 (3/7 Title game Arch Madness)</h4></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p>These two teams each beat the other at home - in each case by 1 point in a nail-biter. This one was likewise a close exciting game. NKU's zone was a peculiar match-up zone. On replay, Mark Adams (@EnthusiAdams) described it as a match-up zone driven by communication. Sometimes they played full court, sometimes half court. From what I could tell, the guards played zone while baseline guys sort of played man-to-man but anytime the ball went to a Vikings post player, they were ready with the double-team. Crucially, they communicated so that teammates would move to cover the open players. They were also consistently on the lookout for steal opportunities.</p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p>Cleveland State has continued to play with the same energy under Daniyal Robinson that they had with Dennis Gates, in spite of the fact that Gates took a couple of players with him to Mizzou. Very high energy. They brought their own defensive intensity to bear on the Norse.</p></div><div>There were plenty of "WOW" plays in this one. <br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>In the first half, with Marques Warrick a few steps from the basket on the fast break, his teammate somehow threw the perfect spiral to him that managed to clear the outstretched hands of a couple of Cleveland State defenders so that he could get an easy layup. Not too long, not too short. Just right.</li><li>Early in the second half, Sam Vinson of NKU drove the lane only to be double teamed. So, he just slipped the ball around the two defenders (threading the needle as it were) to his teammate for an easy layup. John Kiser (March 2020 vs. Loyola) would have been proud. Actually, Sam Vinson reminds me a lot of John Kiser, the Valpo 2017 walk-on who earned a scholarship and was instrumental in Valpo's run to the Arch Madness title game in 2020. High IQ to compensate for lack of height and less than excellent athleticism (neither of them are to be confused with adjectives like plucky - they both are quite talented).</li><li>Cleveland State ended two busted offensive sets by draining a 3 at the shot clock buzzer. Unfortunately, the first one was just a split second too late and was waived off after a review. The second one reduced a 5 point deficit to a 2 point deficit with about 5 and a half minutes to go in the game.</li><li>The NKU swarming defense caused numerous turnovers that were kind of amazing.</li><li>In the final minutes, the Norse hosted a block party, mostly by Dwight Brandon. He rejected one almost at the rim with 3 and a half minutes to go ("Star Wars at the rim" - Mark Adams). NKU barely got it over the time line when CSU created a turnover of their own leading to an easy layup, except there was Dwight Brandon to reject another layup attempt ("We're not worthy!" - Mark Adams channeling Wayne and Garth). That turned out to be a crucial 5 point swing when Sam Vinson drained a 3 from the top of the key.</li><li>With about 2 minutes to go, Cleveland State drained a 3 to reduce their deficit to 3. On the ensuing possession, an NKU player got stuck near the basket with a double team and no one to pass to. He managed to somehow get off a shot that turned out to be an air-ball. Xavier Rhodes grabbed the offensive rebound and brought it back out, then suddenly realized the shot clock was at 3, so he hoisted one from about 25 feet. Nothing but net. That was more of a "Holy Crap" moment than a "WOW" moment. Mark Adams pointed out that there were NKU fans court-side along that very sideline who were screaming at him to shoot. What he failed to point out was that one of them was NKU alum Drew McDonald who has experienced this madness on the court a few times. When Drew yells shoot, you shoot, dammit! By the way, neither team was yet in the bonus at this point.</li><li>Cleveland State finally committed their 7th foul of the 2nd half in the most excruciating situation possible: just after NKU <b>just barely </b>avoided a 10-second call.</li></ul><h1 style="text-align: left;"> 3. In Conclusion...<br /></h1><p style="text-align: left;">It is now a couple of months after I started this post - during which time I completely neglected it because I got wrapped up in other things. But in early August, the White Sox are a dumpster fire, the Cardinals suck, Valpo's got a new coach who played and coached in national title games, and I am getting fired up for the 2023-2024 season. So I figured I really ought to publish this thing. I'm also re-watching the NKU-Houston first round game. Even though it was a loss for the Norse, it was still an inspiring game. After so many years of seeing Horizon League teams in the post-Butler era snag a bottom seed and get pummeled, it was fun to see NKU outplay the Cougars for decent portions of the game and Sam Vinson impress the hell out of the announcers for the game. It would have been doubly cool to have two 16-over-1 upsets in the same tournament.</p><p style="text-align: left;">A White Sox fan recently shared why he was renewing his season ticket package for 2023-2024 (<a href="https://fromthe108.com/2023/08/08/why-im-renewing-mysoxsummer/" target="_blank">Why I’m Renewing: MySoxSummer</a>--<b>FromThe108</b>) in spite of the fact that the franchise is being poorly run by an owner who does not care. I'm not feeling that extreme of frustration with Valpo, but I still appreciate the sentiment. I am a fan of CBB that is under the radar or mid-major or outside the spotlight or whatever metaphor you want to use. There is a lot to like even when my favorite team is not doing very well.<br /></p></div>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-9910963088740188472022-03-24T17:42:00.000-05:002023-03-17T23:19:19.033-05:00Back To Normal March Madness - a personal journey<p>7 years ago, I started to write about my travels to College Basketball games. I kicked it off with my first ever visit to the First Four at the University of Dayton Arena. Like too many things like this, I never really followed through, so it sits in my draft posts for this blog. For that matter, I have pretty much forgotten about this blog since then.</p><p>I started something for myself back then, even if I did not chronicle it very well. I experienced March Madness in person year after year (for me it begins with conference tournaments). 2020 was cut short by COVID-19, 2021 was a weird year all around, but this year I set out to do it all again, and hopefully this time, I can share my experience with friends and anyone else who is interested.</p>
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A bit of background: 20 years ago, I started being a serious Valparaiso University Men's basketball fan. I am not an alumnus, but Valpo is my hometown. I was not a prolific traveler back then, and I had followed the team from afar since 1998 for obvious reasons, but 2002 was the year I decided to attend the conference tournament, held in Fort Wayne at the <a href="https://www.memorialcoliseum.com/" target="_blank">War Memorial Coliseum</a>. I fell in love with the experience and resolved to do the same every March. Back then, Valpo played in the Mid-Continent conference (now known as The Summit League), and for every year through 2007, I enjoyed getting to see every single team (both Men's and Women's) play at least once.</p><p>Then Valpo moved to the Horizon League, and this was no longer possible because of their double-bye-1-seed-hosts format. The only years I attended at all during that format were 2008 (at Hinkle), 2012, 2013, and 2015 (all at Valpo). I enjoyed those years, but I missed the neutral site where all teams gathered. The Horizon League moved to a neutral site in 2016 and since then has generally held at least the semi-finals and finals of both tournaments at a neutral site.</p><p>Valpo moved to the Missouri Valley in the summer of 2017, which meant Arch Madness right here in St. Louis where I have lived for the past 42 years. The only rub: this conference holds its Women's tournament a week later at <a href="https://www.taxslayercenter.com/" target="_blank">Tax Slayer Center</a> in Moline, Illinois. Perfection for me is both tournaments at the same site during the same weekend, but that's okay.</p><p>Meanwhile, back in 2015, the year Valpo was a 13 seed taking on Maryland in Columbus, Ohio, I decided to add a new adventure to my annual March trips: The First Four in Dayton. In the early days of the P.I.G (play-in game, the field was not expanded to 68 until 2011), this was a favorite meet up spot for followers/subscribers to Kyle Whelliston's <a href="https://tmmhoops.com/" target="_blank">Mid-Majority</a>. After hearing stories about this, I knew I had to experience it for myself. With Valpo being in Columbus and playing on Friday, it was very convenient. Once again, I was hooked and have gone every year except for 2020 and 2021. I met a couple of Mid-Majority friends by chance there in 2016, and every year since then we have gotten together for a late afternoon dinner at the <a href="https://thepineclub.com/" target="_blank">Pine Club</a> prior to heading over for the games. This cozy intimate restaurant is a fine eating establishment that is quite familiar with the First Four. Many of the patrons are there for the same reason we are: gather for a good meal prior to enjoying some exciting basketball at UD Arena.</p><p>2022 has been a cathartic year for College Basketball fans. For the most part, everything is back to normal (translation: pre-2020). Even where COVID restrictions were at least minimally in force, enforcement of said restrictions was not very aggressive. If you watched any tournament game on TV, not very obvious that we are still living with a pandemic. I decided this season to see if any of the pre-COVID magic was available to those who go to games, and for March, I decided to do what I had tried to do in 2020: Spend 2 solid weeks going to tournaments.</p></span><h2><span class="fullpost"><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="fullpost">Arch Madness 2022</span> <br /></p></span></h2><span class="fullpost"><p>We start with Arch Madness at <a href="https://www.enterprisecenter.com/" target="_blank">The Enterprise Center</a> in downtown St. Louis. COVID-19: All participants were required to show proof of vaccination and wear a mask except while eating. These two factors were hold overs from 2021, but there were no capacity restrictions this year, and there was no enforcement of masking at all. Not surprisingly, on Sunday, March 6, the St. Louis City Board of Health COVID-19 rules expired, and they no longer asked for proof of vaccination. One other hold over from 2021: all concessions were credit card only and tickets were mobile only.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjp0YT3HPRhoO-yZelpQOtOOsHsRknU2rwkEBhRXDg6L8l55g9cFmV3mFqYNa11QYvVxTv0xlPPZobUamMJrLp6O3OqruU6iAM3WUaNBpS9cb97e3dbOMvyfl9AedjwqALAG2Kp55AyL6WJEVShshDyoP3asT3eufq9X9PGxJ1K0yGTRYsKCRE=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjp0YT3HPRhoO-yZelpQOtOOsHsRknU2rwkEBhRXDg6L8l55g9cFmV3mFqYNa11QYvVxTv0xlPPZobUamMJrLp6O3OqruU6iAM3WUaNBpS9cb97e3dbOMvyfl9AedjwqALAG2Kp55AyL6WJEVShshDyoP3asT3eufq9X9PGxJ1K0yGTRYsKCRE=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></div><p>That guy in the redbird jacket sitting on press row? Recently fired Illinois State coach Dan Muller. Both Thursday and Friday, he put on the headsets to provide excellent color commentary on <a href="https://ktrs.com/" target="_blank">The Big 550 KTRS</a>. I pulled up my Tune-in app to listen in. If no coaching jobs come his way, I think Dan Muller would make an outstanding CBB color commentator. Pure broadcasting gold.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLbBLZ21PmYKVVxg838AGcpAU8-3rlCTY7RS4hLQRTFkFzBf_HHJXWDJNFoYPraz_9qvjFlQDY-jsMdqbi5cdlkFjORn2_0vmgBfcL2S7hXUGnT-hDZALEAG2pns7fJzqJhNdrVTVypLFtZrFdfmAtLK4cF-rkj0RjOKWb13EHFPgtApPB1Mw=s2048" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLbBLZ21PmYKVVxg838AGcpAU8-3rlCTY7RS4hLQRTFkFzBf_HHJXWDJNFoYPraz_9qvjFlQDY-jsMdqbi5cdlkFjORn2_0vmgBfcL2S7hXUGnT-hDZALEAG2pns7fJzqJhNdrVTVypLFtZrFdfmAtLK4cF-rkj0RjOKWb13EHFPgtApPB1Mw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span class="fullpost">He watched his Redbirds outlast Indiana State in the 8-9 game, and stayed for the 7-10 game between Valpo and Evansville.</span><p></p><p><span class="fullpost">As for me, I was overjoyed to once again be able to enjoy Arch Madness with some very good Valpo fan friends.</span></p><p><span class="fullpost"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="fullpost"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7jS-11WX7aVVE8GemHYE69B08oP9SerC_eOVUT50cJMdh-Yobuemkm0juKRQxU6CzIUSt2ICgU88KPmv-5m78XLbpUYOhsWficSVdmLLq_S3e_PE8-hKSwkE6cLtUskVQaShaTztlHstESLwlvXmhbUZlJIwsjDH9c1BEBaeAUr7F-k1iS7E=s2048" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7jS-11WX7aVVE8GemHYE69B08oP9SerC_eOVUT50cJMdh-Yobuemkm0juKRQxU6CzIUSt2ICgU88KPmv-5m78XLbpUYOhsWficSVdmLLq_S3e_PE8-hKSwkE6cLtUskVQaShaTztlHstESLwlvXmhbUZlJIwsjDH9c1BEBaeAUr7F-k1iS7E=s320" width="240" /></a></span></div><span class="fullpost">Two years ago, these guys and myself had a blast following our team all the way to the Arch Madness title game, and I was so happy to be able to do that again, even though Valpo did not make it past Friday this year. In case you are wondering, every one of them stayed through Sunday, just the same.</span><p></p><p><span class="fullpost">Unlike 2020, the higher seeds won all games on Thursday and Friday. Illinois State held on to be Indiana State, Valpo clobbered Evansville (which was surprising to us). Northern Iowa handled Illinois State fairly easily, Loyola buried Bradley in the first half and played them even in the second half, Missouri State was a bit too much for Valpo, and Drake pulled away from Southern Illinois in the second half.</span></p><p><span class="fullpost"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="fullpost"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSTSA2_hbcrWyHTvqJh9D6geq6c2y3yETJPeeFTZkMwyd_Meo060D68DaVbTqg4JaL9VOKw1AFv2gWcflwLPdJn3HwyUcu5NJbLN1ezV3H2B2dijqHnAuWs7hoT2IeNekoROFQtgNK0ETFeGLCbmGn2LxD448t-e_s-qUpBPOHSdDP1SE_wuY=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSTSA2_hbcrWyHTvqJh9D6geq6c2y3yETJPeeFTZkMwyd_Meo060D68DaVbTqg4JaL9VOKw1AFv2gWcflwLPdJn3HwyUcu5NJbLN1ezV3H2B2dijqHnAuWs7hoT2IeNekoROFQtgNK0ETFeGLCbmGn2LxD448t-e_s-qUpBPOHSdDP1SE_wuY=s320" width="240" /></a></span></div><span class="fullpost">The bass player for the Drake pep band wore the most confusing costume I have ever seen in a pep band. I tried to find out why he wore an eraser on his head and a T-shirt that says, "No. 2 Pencil" but the best we could do in our little group was to guess that he was honoring Drake's star point guard Roman Penn. Get it? He's a Penn-cil. Ha ha.</span><p></p><p><span class="fullpost"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="fullpost"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiS4-UA8vmpkaT_OMixzq3QgEjNH1UJYyeMjhOgI2fJ8OyyWX88GtSkrdygWNyR-_Atx5dkEDhwUKT48EGjXUANCRWPPtymMahgOdEcwa_v0btd1DEj2u274roQRsJngBUkzGfgUJLIMVKav3e-mdOZomkZTV9eyztHfUBxYD4UJTLi36lyy9k=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiS4-UA8vmpkaT_OMixzq3QgEjNH1UJYyeMjhOgI2fJ8OyyWX88GtSkrdygWNyR-_Atx5dkEDhwUKT48EGjXUANCRWPPtymMahgOdEcwa_v0btd1DEj2u274roQRsJngBUkzGfgUJLIMVKav3e-mdOZomkZTV9eyztHfUBxYD4UJTLi36lyy9k=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span class="fullpost">Semifinal Saturday and Championship Sunday reversed the pattern. All 3 games were upsets (by seed, at least). Loyola jumped all over UNI in the first half and outscored them by 7 in the second half. Loyola was not interested in helping the MVC be a multi-bid conference this year. No sir!</span><p></p><p><span class="fullpost">In perhaps the closest game of the entire tournament, Drake took Missouri State to overtime and won by 1 point. Gaige Prim put Missouri State ahead by 1 on a layup, but with 1 second left, Tucker DeVries drew a foul on Isiaih Mosley. He hit both free throws and Donovan Clay missed a long shot at the buzzer to send the 3 seed to the title game</span></p><p><span class="fullpost">Then on Sunday, in a rematch from last year's title game, Loyola battled Drake to the final minutes before finally putting the game to bed by a margin of 6. With that, the MVC was a 1-bid league again.</span></p><p><span class="fullpost">Oh yeah, before I move on, mad props to the UNI pep band for doing a pretty good rendition of the Avengers theme during one of the timeouts. As a huge MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) fan, I'm a sucker for that kind of thing. <br /></span></p></span><h2 style="text-align: left;">Horizon League Men's and Women's Semifinals and Finals</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUZMcuSnyW--o5MCbJ2GUTero69Z2ey5U7iMLCCajc7wDFoa25pEY_OB5WqYRLfWwrq7jaER0ZD7dhHCF9V7ExFWiciCGfG2qR_CgznLK076zvxKT8txgD4dbCxF3Q4NNazJ59ehzQBlETr3c12be__qW5P_pE6IXnJnZE2PSOE6VVzOUHrtY=s701" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="701" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUZMcuSnyW--o5MCbJ2GUTero69Z2ey5U7iMLCCajc7wDFoa25pEY_OB5WqYRLfWwrq7jaER0ZD7dhHCF9V7ExFWiciCGfG2qR_CgznLK076zvxKT8txgD4dbCxF3Q4NNazJ59ehzQBlETr3c12be__qW5P_pE6IXnJnZE2PSOE6VVzOUHrtY=w400-h213" width="400" /></a></div>I left immediately from the Arch Madness title game with my bags packed
for Indianapolis. For some reason I booked - through Hotels.com - <a href="https://www.oldnorthsideinn.com/" target="_blank">Old Northside Bed & Breakfast</a>. It was close to <a href="https://www.indianastatefair.com/p/indiana-farmers-coliseum" target="_blank">Indiana Farmers Coliseum</a>, but I have never stayed in one of these places before. To the left is my review.<p style="text-align: left;">Breakfast was delightful, and the conversation was surprisingly serendipitous. Tuesday and Wednesday mornings I shared the table with a mother and daughter from Northern Kentucky who were keeping tabs on their team though not attending the games.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBpx7LKBDhqqUh7WIvP6cHXwzRtN9VoPe_If6mXUlyHV2vgr9GGEQxel2I05K6_z92g-m8N-1a8QfYlreuIFZYMtJiYxWmguFhI2E3FVRONFfem0UYkM48Ji8hrK59t91ZprKd0UxZUmcTfWGVkM5ZYeOYsIHRxptimj5z46kn9U34ZOz5sew=s1008" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBpx7LKBDhqqUh7WIvP6cHXwzRtN9VoPe_If6mXUlyHV2vgr9GGEQxel2I05K6_z92g-m8N-1a8QfYlreuIFZYMtJiYxWmguFhI2E3FVRONFfem0UYkM48Ji8hrK59t91ZprKd0UxZUmcTfWGVkM5ZYeOYsIHRxptimj5z46kn9U34ZOz5sew=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>This is a group of Green Bay fans who I hung out with in 2020 at this tournament. This year, the only two who made it were the two standing directly on either side of me (the guy in the blue T-shirt). Having gone to the same event in 2018 up in Detroit all by myself, it has been nice since then to hang out with people I know. I still have friends in the Horizon League, and it is always more fun to share a tournament with friends.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGWqqIY8hDsoeIriIeJg3mwsltd4ntJ_7abL-utwLDVcXEz0IVuYUVF9NJAj2G91bWm3rEsqF_l-PyWypZm6Q2aUgS-0nVFbC5vreo6LfeFc47EJuaaDzWBQbpaHAYqJ1qeW9DAYPzG96D5wD49B4zN7BbkwQ2RltMYYLNWbOUmLRyHvL6mwQ=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGWqqIY8hDsoeIriIeJg3mwsltd4ntJ_7abL-utwLDVcXEz0IVuYUVF9NJAj2G91bWm3rEsqF_l-PyWypZm6Q2aUgS-0nVFbC5vreo6LfeFc47EJuaaDzWBQbpaHAYqJ1qeW9DAYPzG96D5wD49B4zN7BbkwQ2RltMYYLNWbOUmLRyHvL6mwQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>In the Women's semifinals, IUPUI (1 seed) trounced Oakland (7 seed), and Cleveland State (4 seed) trounced Green Bay (3 seed). The latter game was a real surprise. Green Bay usually does very well in this tournament. By the way, if those seed pairings look funny, it is because the Horizon League re-seeds after every round.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6EqaZFkOB0QppSpHkqy0DLL-g_iif-LUZjXl6TGDsxOzC1Udm0sibA8aPe4bnviqLGx4MW4DzNyECduuYcqPvmXtn9e_ceUvKYKyklf2vOzrHQ5DNtOoGEKlG-jhC3stdcvlftv3TP0DaB9chwTItbVRm9W3qGlkun4v674LrVyZqA8fMeFE=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6EqaZFkOB0QppSpHkqy0DLL-g_iif-LUZjXl6TGDsxOzC1Udm0sibA8aPe4bnviqLGx4MW4DzNyECduuYcqPvmXtn9e_ceUvKYKyklf2vOzrHQ5DNtOoGEKlG-jhC3stdcvlftv3TP0DaB9chwTItbVRm9W3qGlkun4v674LrVyZqA8fMeFE=s320" width="240" /></a></div><p>In between sessions (prior to the Men's semifinals), we walked across the fairgrounds to the Horizon League fan zone, which included this hokey gimmick. Get it? I'm the "I" in "Indy." Yes, that is me in my Missouri Valley fleece. We also grabbed something to eat from the limited bar that was there.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmXEwcdupoH9ntAe6nfGfwpnd-jLDN54nPflr3Fiak0HIGHM4d2cS6TdeUkdA0M8SCXiEjwu5QklG1G1AqkH9FTJKfGvtxEBSGJa-IYRcMK7z7Dr7dXtNcfZ0TMDSIpLozYp9VsEbsbQ2B-UdRdt_oq_nuHmWCpZ-akcao4THQatnprzhAwUU=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmXEwcdupoH9ntAe6nfGfwpnd-jLDN54nPflr3Fiak0HIGHM4d2cS6TdeUkdA0M8SCXiEjwu5QklG1G1AqkH9FTJKfGvtxEBSGJa-IYRcMK7z7Dr7dXtNcfZ0TMDSIpLozYp9VsEbsbQ2B-UdRdt_oq_nuHmWCpZ-akcao4THQatnprzhAwUU=s320" width="320" /></a></div>The Men's semifinals were more to form - 1 vs. 4, 2 vs. 3. But Cleveland State (1 seed) was never able to deal with Wright State (4 seed) and lost by 15.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgP327UHwNGau58tTCmAvyx82RJLWU4lN-XytahuyYurbQIaV2Bw4Niu6IF1ewGar8fsHfQArlMSe7T8qcywEAZV618hIHktU9e7dq1DwLoAOQgiG9PcDyDmr2AoWxqeQgi30bv79WzvUKqwDxPD-QD9Eh49xxqnJE5ETLvhxPp-WxmsaYWYWA=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgP327UHwNGau58tTCmAvyx82RJLWU4lN-XytahuyYurbQIaV2Bw4Niu6IF1ewGar8fsHfQArlMSe7T8qcywEAZV618hIHktU9e7dq1DwLoAOQgiG9PcDyDmr2AoWxqeQgi30bv79WzvUKqwDxPD-QD9Eh49xxqnJE5ETLvhxPp-WxmsaYWYWA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>In the nightcap, Purdue Fort Wayne (2 seed and the team I decided to adopt) took on Northern Kentucky (3 seed).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiq3VlBpvv2juLgJdH2GICPJgd56aIyqMHeYCVj_9RKMnEEe6aqtS-iPfAUkEeubSJhoKf2c4uiyfeFA4lehjWb5Vd-ddl4V3xVARRXzKnfc2EoCziVjLFd6xlIz340-F6yTiYks8ojfxv_VuffDawUWj2ZWsFDEk78ffyGW4HLE4noMezKvuo=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiq3VlBpvv2juLgJdH2GICPJgd56aIyqMHeYCVj_9RKMnEEe6aqtS-iPfAUkEeubSJhoKf2c4uiyfeFA4lehjWb5Vd-ddl4V3xVARRXzKnfc2EoCziVjLFd6xlIz340-F6yTiYks8ojfxv_VuffDawUWj2ZWsFDEk78ffyGW4HLE4noMezKvuo=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p>I had seen Purdue Fort Wayne beat Milwaukee back on February 4 at that same War Memorial Coliseum where 20 years ago the Mid-Con held their conference tournament. They had also finished the regular season on a 9 game winning streak to finish in a first place tie, quite the accomplishment for a team that joined the Horizon League from the Summit League in the summer of 2020.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit7Rl8wjIR_gbWVQg4_3Dx2M-d_0_KexnCJFM6psx3LVz61mS_lSPXYQp25b4MUenxncXESGpj0dn4uEsWhzt_PnUy7nPS1JOg9xRwDN9_k8jOJxfwMeCTPwMs9vK8YgVfFgcdvJtFud5k9aVObvBxt9I2EUdPzce8Q2Z8BmkAC2xxCJGClTQ=s4032" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit7Rl8wjIR_gbWVQg4_3Dx2M-d_0_KexnCJFM6psx3LVz61mS_lSPXYQp25b4MUenxncXESGpj0dn4uEsWhzt_PnUy7nPS1JOg9xRwDN9_k8jOJxfwMeCTPwMs9vK8YgVfFgcdvJtFud5k9aVObvBxt9I2EUdPzce8Q2Z8BmkAC2xxCJGClTQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Alas, these orange bearded Norse fans were having none of my joy, and neither were their team. NKU had their way with the Mastadons, winning by 14. Much like Arch Madness, the weaker seeds won both semifinals, setting up a rivalry rematch between NKU and Wright State.<p></p><p>And again, like Arch Madness, the 4 seed (Wright State) beat the 3 seed (NKU), but in this case, the Norse had the game well in hand until Wright State mounted a furious rally. The Raiders took a 3 point lead with 1:20 to go. Trevon Faulkner drew a foul with 1:01 to go and split the free throws. The Norse got the offensive rebound but Sam Vinson turned it over. And then, Tanner Holden was called for a charging foul with 34 seconds to go On the ensuing possession, Bryson Langdon found Marques Warrick wide open on the wing for a 3 to put NKU up 71-70. Without calling a timeout, Trey Calvin drove the lane for a jumper to put Wright State up 72-71. Langdon missed a 3 pointer with 2 seconds left and that was it.</p><p>My Green Bay friends? I fully expect them to be back next year. One of them told me he has gone to 33 straight conference tournaments, dating all the way back to when Green Bay was in the Mid-Con. I am planning on joining them again next year for this tournament.</p><p>I did enjoy the privilege of saying hi to one of the co-hosts of <a href="https://horizoneroundtable.com/" target="_blank">The HoriZone Roundtable</a>, a website that does an outstanding job of covering as much of the Horizon League as they can - both Men's and Women's basketball. They publish game stories and they do regular podcasts. If you go all the way back the first season when they just did podcasts, you can find one in which yours truly was invited to <a href="https://horizoneroundtable.com/2016/02/01/the-halfway-episode/" target="_blank">join the hosts for an episode</a>. I had interacted with Bob McDonald (<span class="item_desc">@BobMcDonald on twitter) virtually, but this year, I saw that he was covering the semifinals and finals on the Men's side, so I had to take the opportunity to say hi in person, and I am glad I did.<br /></span></p><p></p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Hoops In The Heartland 2022</h2><p style="text-align: left;">From the Bed and Breakfast to the <a href="https://www.reservations.com/hotel/isle-casino-hotel-bettendorf?rmcid=tophotels&utm_source=googleads&gclid=CjwKCAjwxOCRBhA8EiwA0X8hi-r428DwKOAOMkP1X5fYTi7fSqd6oRdRS7HGJYFMaCL49AYKQ9tysBoCSroQAvD_BwE" target="_blank"> Isle Casino Hotel - Bettendorf</a>. The Hotel is in Bettendorf, Iowa, just across the Mississippi river from Tax Slayer Center in Moline, Illinois. These are part of the Quad Cities, after all. Masks were optional, though recommended, and tickets were old-style. All concessions were credit card only.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The same guy who was the PA announcer at Arch Madness performed that role for Hoops in the Heartland, and he is very good. They also used the same contest - the basketball version of the Cap Dance famously used at MLB stadiums. One thing we did not have was the super annoying Todd Thomas grabbing the microphone during timeouts and running contests with selected fans. Instead the PA guy simply announced the contest and invited everyone to play.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcnYTe-01GxPQDdzn64RZ08lVecFAyqMHELykvQbv-mLI2kxJ0cabmP1PM21NY9xgABA1gw6ig6zBMvNPWgJQmTctxuzVzc_TFQQHyVVs3GVMZzQqlaMT5JEnkXXQy4xagCtSkTh_TmGz06pJdzV-Xp2Sg47VMmT1pcWb1fqvIikQJh845KM/s4000/20220310_154057.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcnYTe-01GxPQDdzn64RZ08lVecFAyqMHELykvQbv-mLI2kxJ0cabmP1PM21NY9xgABA1gw6ig6zBMvNPWgJQmTctxuzVzc_TFQQHyVVs3GVMZzQqlaMT5JEnkXXQy4xagCtSkTh_TmGz06pJdzV-Xp2Sg47VMmT1pcWb1fqvIikQJh845KM/s320/20220310_154057.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Welcome to Tax Slayer Center. I was in Moline in 2020 getting ready to attend the play-in round when everything was cancelled, so I never got to see inside the place. Last year, they did not allow fans outside of parents of the players.</p><p>Hoops in the Heartland went - seed wise - exactly the way Arch Madness went. The higher seed won every game on Thursday and Friday. The lower seeds won each semifinal game and the title game.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-ixieKv3s1opw5lx0onVIL4qBz6vlR4cOvyCoEHsKrMN72aUa0rsPG8IhsAdRtVigbW7NAEmK_CtnKj-4j1f7x_gcV6CjHfXvBdbLSKi9qc9AZ-NS7X2u2YQu6pfv7-RQYZgerZ563mfPwhtMND7Qlx26kSFQqTopJP62xehM5Jo01I1198/s4000/20220310_190632.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-ixieKv3s1opw5lx0onVIL4qBz6vlR4cOvyCoEHsKrMN72aUa0rsPG8IhsAdRtVigbW7NAEmK_CtnKj-4j1f7x_gcV6CjHfXvBdbLSKi9qc9AZ-NS7X2u2YQu6pfv7-RQYZgerZ563mfPwhtMND7Qlx26kSFQqTopJP62xehM5Jo01I1198/s320/20220310_190632.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Penn-cil guy is back!<p>In the 8-9 game, Indiana State jumped out to a 10 point lead in the first quarter, and won the remaining 3 quarters by 4 points. In the 7-10 game, Drake pretty well dominated Bradley for a 15 point win. Since Gaby Haack went down with a season ending injury, Bradley has been a shell of their former selves.</p><p>On Friday, Southern Illinois (1 seed) handled Indiana State fairly easily after a close 1st quarter. Illinois State dominated Loyola in the opening quarter, and the Ramblers really never got close the rest of the way.</p><p>By the way, JuJu Redmond was - by my eyes, anyway - the best player in the tournament. Just checked the conference website and indeed she was voted the tournament's most outstanding player. Even as I was watching the tournament, her performance was very impressive.</p><p>If there was one game on Friday that trended toward an upset, it was Drake (7) vs. Missouri State (2). The Bulldogs have been on a surge down the stretch of the regular season. They lost some games in February, but they looked a lot better than they did in January. They went into halftime with an 8 point lead. However, the Lady Bears caught fire in the second half and won the game by 14.</p><p>The most forgettable game of the tournament for me was the nightcap, when UNI (3) crushed Valpo (6) by 24 points, and it was never close, even in the beginning. The story of this matchup this season goes like this: on January 7, Valpo hosted UNI who had not played for 19 days, and beat them by 2. On February 6, Valpo traveled to Cedar Falls and lost by 30. Then on a neutral court, they lost by 24. It's only 3 games, but it suggests that UNI was a really bad matchup for Valpo. In this game, the Panthers kept having their way with Valpo in the paint, and Valpo never really got anything going. There weren't that many Valpo fans there. I might have been the only one who was not a family member. It was disheartening.<br /></p><p>On Saturday, the upsets began, with Illinois State besting Southern Illinois in a game that found Saluki coach Cindy Stein somewhat disappointed in the officiating. The Redbirds played a very physical brand of defense and did not suffer sufficiently enough on the free throw line for Stein's liking. She made it clear in the postgame that she gave a lot of credit to the Redbirds for the win, but she just wasn't happy with the way the game was officiated. This felt like a bit of a sour note for her to go into retirement (SIU got the automatic bid to the WNIT as the regular season champ, but got creamed by Purdue in their only game).</p><p>The UNI-Missouri State game featured a tight battle in the first and third quarters, the Lady Bears dominating the second quarter, and UNI dominating the fourth quarter. In the end, the Panthers won by 6. They looked like the better team in this game.</p><p>I was also fascinated and entertained by the three bros two rows in front of me who spent the whole game very loudly proclaiming either their undying love for their "Lady Bears" or their unmitigated rage at the referees every time a call didn't go their team's way. A couple of times, they became aware that the UNI fans found them entertaining as well. They responded by pointing out that UNI has never won a game in the first round of the NCAA tournament. These guys were a barrel of laughs. As the game went south down the stretch, one of them kept slamming his phone hard down on the ledge in front of them. Poor phone. I hope it survived the violence.</p><p>On Sunday, the Redbirds and Panthers played a very exciting, close game that went down to the wire. In the end, the Redbirds held on for a 50-48 win to secure the automatic bid to the NCAA tournament. It was a very enjoyable game.</p><p>I immediately headed home to St. Louis to exchange dirty close for clean clothes.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">The 2022 First Four</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfepzvj1c0DiH9JDfwRSIKGXGkVyLzbTlzznDfhJt52MXwm7elBy2C8TOhvDGTi3UQV1S1zyXPa2GbdTvgwzDI-7Rcahj4T23LdYq3gnX0CbDN743YHpIpx8prHVhSiVP9PAVkmRyKMky93epqKxoiiRtAvlh4I0GuOmVJoa7RsTjVdkAFSU/s4032/20180312_140238.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfepzvj1c0DiH9JDfwRSIKGXGkVyLzbTlzznDfhJt52MXwm7elBy2C8TOhvDGTi3UQV1S1zyXPa2GbdTvgwzDI-7Rcahj4T23LdYq3gnX0CbDN743YHpIpx8prHVhSiVP9PAVkmRyKMky93epqKxoiiRtAvlh4I0GuOmVJoa7RsTjVdkAFSU/s320/20180312_140238.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>On Monday, March 14, I drove to Dayton to check in to the Radisson Hotel Dayton Convention Center, only to discover that it was the same hotel I stayed in four years ago when it was called the Crowne Plaza Hotel. To the left is a picture I took in 2018 of the arrival of one of the teams participating that year. The hotels in Dayton really roll out the red carpet for the teams that get sent to the First Four. This year, the IU Hoosiers' team bus was met with a bagpipe player out front and greeters inside. The elevators include pictures of highlights of the teams that are staying in the hotel. This year, Indiana and Texas Southern were the two teams staying in the Radisson.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AAW4mo8QY8HubUq0xiA-Z2_4Xca3_0yDLcAWUmFSdbQfEdCv5DXtB84EyoCuQyl5Q1x-TiZdNistjPbkUFnMkKg5-fNXH_Ecw9DHkrIKLeRjAa1Tcp7ioZVwGDP5Kimn3LTbUxl6LFrZCqVe7OaWax58EwOZcXSx8usi8zTvUJfGjImG8mE/s4000/20220314_171824.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AAW4mo8QY8HubUq0xiA-Z2_4Xca3_0yDLcAWUmFSdbQfEdCv5DXtB84EyoCuQyl5Q1x-TiZdNistjPbkUFnMkKg5-fNXH_Ecw9DHkrIKLeRjAa1Tcp7ioZVwGDP5Kimn3LTbUxl6LFrZCqVe7OaWax58EwOZcXSx8usi8zTvUJfGjImG8mE/s320/20220314_171824.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>I always try to get to my hotel in the afternoon, so I can check in and head over to UD Arena for open practice for the Tuesday teams (Texas Southern, Texas A&M Corpus Christi, Indiana, and Wyoming). TAMUCC was taking their allotted 40 minutes on the floor when I got there.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrujZ_-9Vh92DXN_Usd6nauio23YKy7SI4TwrmhaaDZzG0SG70FaeUoDs5LpeI9CLqJpctAnORnGnJ8vk2jnKjacUGPUwpkd9JyYlFGWgQ09wHWS0at71TcuW7lrewAkPs0iVZwuK3bTHgIVksZPKc9hWu2tfHBVvbSg01krNLh8gEaL8v7M/s4000/20220314_182738.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrujZ_-9Vh92DXN_Usd6nauio23YKy7SI4TwrmhaaDZzG0SG70FaeUoDs5LpeI9CLqJpctAnORnGnJ8vk2jnKjacUGPUwpkd9JyYlFGWgQ09wHWS0at71TcuW7lrewAkPs0iVZwuK3bTHgIVksZPKc9hWu2tfHBVvbSg01krNLh8gEaL8v7M/s320/20220314_182738.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>During the Indiana open practice (while waiting for Wyoming to take their turn), I decided to check out the view from my seat. I usually get tickets in the 200 level, but this year I bought early and 300 level were the only ones being sold, so I ended up with this.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscyTYruU4cx3VRh3PgrcLKeo4I8BKJwBHtAJygcHiDPOVA9JgAAbtd2Q6bGapM0lUbL2JpiDnABr8SCWy2Jk4lIVSdc-ZNfbLpqRl48q8mv0I9vWUr8mGVYgJhZJNCE3WMdkv1RxcjjXAIfYU_H75rZde4s1iiMPyzPk841Mc5mC_ItXrxR4/s4000/20220315_120511.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscyTYruU4cx3VRh3PgrcLKeo4I8BKJwBHtAJygcHiDPOVA9JgAAbtd2Q6bGapM0lUbL2JpiDnABr8SCWy2Jk4lIVSdc-ZNfbLpqRl48q8mv0I9vWUr8mGVYgJhZJNCE3WMdkv1RxcjjXAIfYU_H75rZde4s1iiMPyzPk841Mc5mC_ItXrxR4/s320/20220315_120511.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>On Tuesday afternoon, the Wednesday teams (Bryant, Wright State, Rutgers, and Notre Dame) got their turn to practice on the court. This was Bryant's entrance to the court, greeted by their pep band and cheerleaders.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0a5f6wuyzm345aKtjddv7u6fzkwSzLMWcRVV56kVVch_A7nQYqbJG17omLniizUi8NB3C-kZeMRurHZZALJ5nxnsirSw0voxF4xy4bA6Dq9-WZCz4xhndGhcLeAkY9L4NdwHn-LSGpDztimDVF-2uljFcHl-Yqau3wQFevykgXu7OX862EQ/s4000/20220315_120828.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0a5f6wuyzm345aKtjddv7u6fzkwSzLMWcRVV56kVVch_A7nQYqbJG17omLniizUi8NB3C-kZeMRurHZZALJ5nxnsirSw0voxF4xy4bA6Dq9-WZCz4xhndGhcLeAkY9L4NdwHn-LSGpDztimDVF-2uljFcHl-Yqau3wQFevykgXu7OX862EQ/s320/20220315_120828.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>And this is the nation's leading scorer, Peter Kiss, who has developed something of reputation as a trash talker. I had heard about the controversy surrounding their conference title game, and wondered if anything extra-curricular would happen Wednesday night in their game against Wright State.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuKMU2WnUkco1o8xiJTjx2z9_ckIQtHCszHMMFGJaWTiy60JzYBO7z2SW2SmOoSibTefATxVGKp3uU6gGZfYZ4WQsm6BeyOGC1Z_D0NB6WYgEm-h8TLKzpKeKxRMfBRxdycTYIjj24_u1J9vSoczf6JAaojTB3S95I6W78moAYP4oUWzAHM0/s4000/20220315_125004.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuKMU2WnUkco1o8xiJTjx2z9_ckIQtHCszHMMFGJaWTiy60JzYBO7z2SW2SmOoSibTefATxVGKp3uU6gGZfYZ4WQsm6BeyOGC1Z_D0NB6WYgEm-h8TLKzpKeKxRMfBRxdycTYIjj24_u1J9vSoczf6JAaojTB3S95I6W78moAYP4oUWzAHM0/s320/20220315_125004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Then it was Wright State's turn. If 2015 was regrettable for giving the Dayton Flyers an absolute home game in the tournament, 2022 was ever so slightly regrettable in giving Wright State a near home town advantage (they actually play in Fairborn, which is 15 minutes away). There certainly were a lot of WSU fans in attendance for the open practice and even more for the game. The two Dayton fans who sat next to me for the games both rooted for Wright State, and expressed their sincere hope that other Flyers fans would also be rooting for them. I mentioned that the Gem City rivalry should be revived and they were at least somewhat agreeable with this.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwSiseh7VPyUfbHYr4Szb3O4YpNJ5EtQ6GGjTvFoC8BXrQMYnI5ykhOJEsZVwkuSlBJ1JM1S7dX_DV77JJR2g3Jh9lNTbj14-cCeX-GTBqAHSpFQcghETLpiP5SyAuvbN2uoTICGSXZB7bu7qlZM4DtQYqzgCRAt5_QEQ0SueyGxq2SUYdndY/s3648/20220315_174640.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwSiseh7VPyUfbHYr4Szb3O4YpNJ5EtQ6GGjTvFoC8BXrQMYnI5ykhOJEsZVwkuSlBJ1JM1S7dX_DV77JJR2g3Jh9lNTbj14-cCeX-GTBqAHSpFQcghETLpiP5SyAuvbN2uoTICGSXZB7bu7qlZM4DtQYqzgCRAt5_QEQ0SueyGxq2SUYdndY/s320/20220315_174640.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Tuesday night, I decided to take a selfie at the entrance to my section during warmups for the Texas Southern-TAMUCC game. Mask wearing was optional, and not many wore them, though I was not the only one who did. No one was bothered by it. I am comfortable with my mask on and try to wear one in public on the off chance it might help protect others.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqMDJ6VU1NEPnvgj_2Vx4aAnZP-eoxAqOBLe9iIBORqGkROy2osjlkM8XErWBEsq50TzW2GH83-iBcUpFBzVTQBky_kldLFAUnwJlxE0Cs_jibAmEXZ9h6ZdRpRWp-MavbqG2Wu0dI4uA4kjZiWqND4mLsa7zP4VrF-p8nlh-lY_JyKLEZ3s/s4000/20220315_184134.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqMDJ6VU1NEPnvgj_2Vx4aAnZP-eoxAqOBLe9iIBORqGkROy2osjlkM8XErWBEsq50TzW2GH83-iBcUpFBzVTQBky_kldLFAUnwJlxE0Cs_jibAmEXZ9h6ZdRpRWp-MavbqG2Wu0dI4uA4kjZiWqND4mLsa7zP4VrF-p8nlh-lY_JyKLEZ3s/s320/20220315_184134.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The two Texas teams played a decent, entertaining game. As games between 16 seeds go it was not half bad. I tend to root for good basketball in a game like this. Half of the mid-major fans out there think all auto-bids should be placed in the round of 64 and the First Four should only be at-large teams. The other side is that one of those teams in each of those games gets a NCAA tournament win, which means extra money for their conference. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14q_CpKjLTGibeUZ0I89Opcm6oN5EopN-3clLZWMBbwG_zvWCi_T5al0witlAlUqNg9tOTiahQ33SPtplXfvT9vkk8cBfh7Ygu9lN64nX9aPqQkadsI4uUuBoTzMT9Z6mlgwrZ8sEfXR8XtUvmM4IHH3hAjyhk43yC-3DjRKazMQ8wkk3pyo/s4000/20220315_210121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14q_CpKjLTGibeUZ0I89Opcm6oN5EopN-3clLZWMBbwG_zvWCi_T5al0witlAlUqNg9tOTiahQ33SPtplXfvT9vkk8cBfh7Ygu9lN64nX9aPqQkadsI4uUuBoTzMT9Z6mlgwrZ8sEfXR8XtUvmM4IHH3hAjyhk43yC-3DjRKazMQ8wkk3pyo/s320/20220315_210121.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>This game, on the other hand, between 11 seed Indiana and 11 seed Wyoming (warming up in this picture) is one where I definitely have a rooting interest. I never root for power conference teams. Ever.</p><p>This game was pure frustration. Wyoming shot 15% from behind the arc and lost by 8. They also committed 19 turnovers to Indiana's 8.</p><p>I have now been to 6 straight Dayton-hosted First Fours, and the only other time I have seen a power conference team beat a mid-major at the First Four was in 2015, when Ole Miss beat BYU 94-90.</p><p>Wichita State trounced Vanderbilt in 2016, there were no mid-major at larges in Dayton in 2017, St. Bonaventure knocked off UCLA in 2018, and Belmont beat Temple in 2019. I had gotten used to seeing the big boys go down in Dayton, so this was kind of disheartening.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTegNPJwR0ob5P2cKuKJ6pL0sqtfJKoCeedaf-EN6sKiIv6nPaxruHCYLZy2Cg9k4fG7jEcaXYZIDWsoXDHHtC2V5zIWQnH2gL1UnVeM8VMMyYksyCd1psCNyd_3OyzSW2sXoXmk2FhH6Zw2q68xKscVnQC5PPN2M3oP5niG_Fn-3dlaTy_s/s2048/20220317_083604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTegNPJwR0ob5P2cKuKJ6pL0sqtfJKoCeedaf-EN6sKiIv6nPaxruHCYLZy2Cg9k4fG7jEcaXYZIDWsoXDHHtC2V5zIWQnH2gL1UnVeM8VMMyYksyCd1psCNyd_3OyzSW2sXoXmk2FhH6Zw2q68xKscVnQC5PPN2M3oP5niG_Fn-3dlaTy_s/s320/20220317_083604.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>On Wednesday, several mid-major fan friends made their way to Dayton for the renewal of our annual ritual: late afternoon dinner at The Pine Club on the University of Dayton campus. This year, one of our group was a Wright State fan. The guy to his left is a Loyola fan I met at the First Four in 2016. I'm at the far end of the table. On the other side are fans I met in 2017, I believe, at this very restaurant. All of us were subscribers to the Mid-Majority website. Front and Center is the little Bally that Kyle had made for each of his subscribers.</p><p>Then we headed over the arena to watch Wright State take on Bryant in the 16 seed play-in game. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePSH9PFnqHzuU1WIRKqeOWRhaS_MQxfbaqPeAE-XeQ4SusZqsi8qEv6wxFTEijPRDv8yKlKKGMltrOQZyBGqV1tUBI4uvQEbD_3nqrPnAOFMTLjm2WL0RpAMiylsFz2xPWyx4xzhnIFu6yPgLQyMxaoGjoQmrEx4Qk52-VvoA8TshK7zCktU/s4000/20220316_183556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePSH9PFnqHzuU1WIRKqeOWRhaS_MQxfbaqPeAE-XeQ4SusZqsi8qEv6wxFTEijPRDv8yKlKKGMltrOQZyBGqV1tUBI4uvQEbD_3nqrPnAOFMTLjm2WL0RpAMiylsFz2xPWyx4xzhnIFu6yPgLQyMxaoGjoQmrEx4Qk52-VvoA8TshK7zCktU/s320/20220316_183556.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The crowd was indeed very much in Wright State's corner. During the game, there was a power glitch that caused an extended free timeout for both teams. The game was a high scoring affair, but Bryant's Peter Kiss did not grab center stage in the game. Instead, the star of the game was Wright State's Tanner Holden, who led all scorers with 37 points (Kiss did score 28 to lead Bryant). Grant Basile committed almost 50% of all of Wright State turnovers. By mid-way through the second half, the Wright State fan in the row in front of me had "had it up to here with him." He kept fumbling the ball in the paint. Like many centers I've seen play with Valpo, he had the habit of bringing the ball down to his waist and dribbling on his way to the basket. Bryant's defenders were constantly poking the ball away. He did score 14 points, and fortunately, Trey Calvin added 21 points. Other than the 29 turnovers by the two teams, it was a very exciting and well played game.</p><p>The HoriZone Roundtable has a <a href="https://horizoneroundtable.com/2022/03/17/wright-state-defeats-bryant-at-ud-arena-to-continue-dancing/" target="_blank">far better story on this game</a>.<br /></p><p>The final game is often between two power conference teams, and this year was no exception - Notre Dame vs. Rutgers. Some years I have decided not to even stay for that game because I wanted to get an early start for whichever site I decided to go to. But this year I decided that the First Four would be the end of my March Madness journey, so I figured I might as well stay. It certainly was an exciting game, going to double overtime before the Fighting Irish prevailed. If I had decided to root for someone, it would have been Rutgers, because as a Valpo fan, I hate Notre Dame.</p><p>Two weeks, four different cities, 28 games. This is the odyssey I set out to make 2 years ago, but it was cut in half by COVID. I don't consider making it the whole way a triumph, but I did have the time of my life. I plan to try it again next year, and am genuinely looking forward to it.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><span class="fullpost">
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-26975478248089585732015-09-29T02:59:00.000-05:002015-09-29T03:01:28.540-05:00Baseball drama then and nowThere are plenty of dramatic moments in baseball history. September 28, 2011 doesn't come close to topping the list and doesn't deserve all the magic and allure attributed to it. I honestly think we do ourselves a disservice by so prominently highlighting the day that allegedly gave birth to the wildcard one game playoff.
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Last night I watched Cardinals-Pirates on ESPN and it was a breathtaking night of baseball for me, so memorable that I found myself remembering how much September 28, 2011 captured the heart of the baseball nation, and then getting sort of mad over that dredged up memory.
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That night will go down in history as quite possibly ushering in the double-wildcard era of MLB. I've heard sports yakkers muse about how Bud Selig wanted to recreate that night and set to work creating the wild card playoff. Just to refresh our memories, <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/games/standings.cgi?date=2011-09-28">September 28, 2011</a> featured 2 games in the AL to decide the AL wildcard and 2 games in the NL to decide the NL wildcard. Boston and Tampa Bay were tied and St. Louis and Atlanta were tied going into the night. Each of the 4 games was on National TV and the whole Baseball world was watching breathlessly. Everyone talked afterward about how awesome it was. TB rallied against Mariano Rivera, while at Camden Yards, Jonathon Papelbon (everyone's favorite punching back this week) blew a save against the Orioles. St. Louis clobbered Houston early, then watched in fascination as Philadelphia stunned the Braves with a 9th inning comeback and won in 13 innings. Tampa Bay and St. Louis snatched the wildcards in a night of all-out frenzy that had all of MLB buzzing (not just then: yesterday, a Cubs blogger pointed out that 9/28/2011 is one reason why the Cubs are already in the postseason this year).
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I remember that night as well as anyone else, and it was exciting, breathtaking even, especially in the AL with 2 almost simultaneous walk-offs.
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Here's the thing: these 4 teams were fighting over a SECOND PLACE PRIZE -- a booby prize, if you will. Heck in the AL, they were literally breaking a tie for SECOND PLACE.
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Tonight, I watched 2 teams scratching and clawing at each other, fighting over FIRST PLACE and a DIVISION TITLE. They were engaged in a battle to see who is the BEST team in their division, not SECOND BEST (sorry for all the shouting, but it really is what I feel like doing when I think about this).
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And then I think of those late September dramatics that are practically impossible now. Like <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/games/standings.cgi?date=1987-10-02">Toronto at Detroit, 1987</a> tied for first with a weekend series at Tiger stadium for all the marbles. The entire nation watched two teams fight it out for the AL East TITLE. Winner advances, loser goes home. Our hearts broke for Manuel Lee, playing in place of Tony Fernandez, who made 2 errors in the Friday game won by the Tigers 4-3. The Saturday contest clinched the title for the Tigers 3-2 in 12 innings. Both games were on NBC and I remember watching them both. And both teams finished with 96 wins or better (for good measure, the Tigers completed the sweep on Sunday to finish 98-64), not unlike this year's Cardinals and Pirates.
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And all anyone would want to talk about today is how unfair it was back then that a team like the Blue Jays was kept out of the postseason while the relatively mediocre Twins got to play the Tigers in the ALCS, instead of talking about how breathtakingly exciting it was to watch that weekend series for all the AL East marbles.
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Then there was <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/games/standings.cgi?date=1973-09-28">the last weekend in September, 1973</a> with the Pirates, the Cardinals, and the Mets all fighting for first place in the NL East, and the Mets at Wrigley for a 4 games series (the Cubs weren't that far behind these 3; the NL East was extremely weak that year). As longtime Cardinals fans no doubt painfully recall, if the Cubs had taken care of business that weekend, and the Pirates had won their makeup game with San Diego, there could have been a 3-way tie for first at 81-81. The Cardinals had just taken a series from the Cubs and a series from the Phillies to end the season at .500. We all watched the Mets and Cubs get rained out on Friday and Saturday, then split a DH on Sunday. The Mets won the first game on Monday, making the final game of the series and Pittsburgh's trip out west unnecessary. Not the same high quality baseball as in 1987, but we still watched because only one team was going to emerge with the right to move on.
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Go back even further and you find <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/games/standings.cgi?date=1967-09-24">the final week of 1967 in the American League</a> with Boston, Detroit, Chicago, and Minnesota all practically neck-and-neck with each other. The Twins and Red Sox jockeyed back and forth early in the week, setting up a weekend series at Fenway for all the marbles, while the White Sox and Tigers stayed right there as well. The Red Sox tied the Twins on Saturday the 31st setting up a one-game, winner take all contest for the AL pennant. As a White Sox fan, I know I was glued to the action the whole week, which was a treat for me because my White Sox weren't on TV much back then (<cough><cough><damn Cubs/WGN><cough><cough>). The Red Sox finished 92-70, the Twins and the Tigers 91-71, and the White Sox fell to 89-73. Funny, I don't remember anybody bitching about great teams being snubbed for the postseason. I was a kid back then, but still...
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If I wanted to, I'm sure I could find tons more examples of great pennant race climaxes that captured the nation -- we all know about 1951 in the NL, don't we? -- because multiple teams were fighting it out for FIRST PLACE with everything on the line and not just for seeding.
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I'm sorry, but September 28, 2011 will always be second-rate in the pennant-race drama sweepstakes for me.
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As for the wild card era? Well, gee, let's look at <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/games/standings.cgi?date=1996-09-27">the final weekend in 1996</a> with the Padres 1 game back of the Dodgers and a weekend series at Chavez Ravine to decide the NL West title... except, WAIT NO BOTH TEAMS WERE ALREADY IN (after the Padres beat the Dodgers that Friday night, that is, eliminating the Expos from wildcard contention). Tony Gwynn and company doubled down on Saturday to tie the Dodgers at 90-71 going into Sunday. I seem to recall both teams resting some of their regulars that day, but baseball-reference begs to differ (the Dodgers did start Wayne Kirby in CF instead of Steve Finley). However, my point is, nobody cared, because the teams had no reason to go hard against each other because they were both already slotted into the Division Series round. The winner of the Sunday game would host the Cardinals and the loser would travel to Atlanta. The game actually looks like it could have been exciting, the Padres winning 2-0 in 11 innings. I distinctly remember this weekend series being greeted by the rest of the baseball world with a collective yawn. Maybe we tuned in Friday to see the Padres clinch a playoff spot, but that's it.
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Without the wild card, the entire world would have tuned in all weekend, and would have been captivated.
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I'm probably cherry-picking, of course, and we still had 1995 in the AL West (Mariners-Angels tiebreaker game) after the Mariners lost 2 of 3 to the Rangers and the Angels won 2 of 3 from the A's. And as a White Sox fan, I'll never forget <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/CHA/CHA200809300.shtml">the blackout game</a> on September 30, 2008. Here's the thing, though: in both cases, the division title up for grabs was the weakest division of the 3. If the wildcard had been in play for either of these two pairs of teams, it would have sapped all the excitement out of it. The 1973 NL East was pretty weak too, I know. But it was FIRST PLACE on the line and nothing else. What made those two tiebreaker games so dramatic and exciting is that the Twins and the Angels were done for the year afterwards because they lost. Meanwhile, the 1996 Dodgers got seeded anyway, even though they finished SECOND.
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The 2nd wildcard has brought some of this back, and it makes me happy in a two-steps-backward-one-step-forward kind of way, but once again: both St. Louis and Pittsburgh are already locked in to the postseason, so it's not quite the same. And the winner of the one-game wildcard playoff will still be afforded an almost equal seeding in the postseason tournament. They'll have to sweat out that one-game playoff, yes, but then they get almost as many home games as any of the division winners. I know they will end up with a higher won-lost percentage than either New York or LA or SF (not by a lot, though).
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But September 28, 2011 does not deserve to trump October 2nd, 1987. The earlier contest and all like it in the pre-wildcard era were far more dramatic than the day 2 wildcards were decided.
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-62997775669886796952014-09-25T12:42:00.000-05:002014-09-25T12:42:03.970-05:00Chris Sale + Comerica Park = Stupidity, Episode 2For the second year in a row, Chris Sale did something at Comerica Park, and benches cleared. This time it was directly a result of something he did. Last year he did something; 3 innings or so later, Luke Putkonen retaliated and then the benches cleared.
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For the second year in a row, the most vexing part of the episode is what is said away from the field of play by non-combatants and by combatants after the game was over and cooler heads had supposedly prevailed.<br><br>
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What we know: in the 3rd inning, Sale struckout Victor Martinez and then waved his cap toward centerfield. In the 6th inning, he hit Martinez, Martinez glared at him all the way to first, Sale said something to him, and dugouts and bullpens emptied on the scene of the crime. The next batter doubled Martinez to 3rd, and Victor then scored on a sac-fly to tie the game at 1.
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Here's something else we know, if we're thoughtful enough to contemplate things: whether Sale hit Martinez on purpose, what he was angry about (assuming for the moment it was on purpose), why Martinez was pissed, what was said between them -- all these things WILL NEVER BE KNOWN BY US because it all takes place in the context of baseball's "unwritten code", which basically says, "that's for us to know and you to wonder blindly about."
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But claiming to know the unknowable is a staple of baseball fandom, so by all means, White Sox fans (and both sets of White Sox announcers) point indignantly at the scoreboard as clear and convincing evidence that it was absolutely an accident, because -- altogether now -- "the LAST THING he wants to do in this situation, blah, blah, blah..." The announcers and some fans double down by getting pissed at Martinez for glaring at Sale.
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Pretend for the moment that it <b>matters</b> whether he did it on purpose. It has always amazed me how intelligent baseball commentators can watch grown men act like children and simultaneously ascribe rational motives to their actions. You mean to tell me no pitcher has ever lost his perspective on the mound to the point where the scoreboard doesn't matter to him anymore?????? REALLY???
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It pains me to bring this up again, but I wrote <a href="http://jamessquire.blogspot.com/2013/07/an-open-letter-to-tigers-radio-pbp-team.html">an open letter to Dan Dickerson and Jim Price</a> about this last year when Alexei Ramirez was the one pissed about being thrown at, only to be the target of the Tigers' announcers ire for having the temerity to be pissed about it. So, let me state this again:
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IF I'M IN THE BATTER'S BOX AND YOU THROW AT ME, I'M ABSOLUTELY ALLOWED TO BE PISSED ABOUT IT!!!!
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Now for Tigers' announcers and fans. With no material evidence to support it, Sale was accused of hitting Martinez because he was convinced someone was perched in the CF bleachers stealing signs (stealing signs by players is often provocation enough, for reasons passing understanding, but employing extralegal means would indeed be ethically questionable). It's one thing for Tigers' fans to jump to this conclusion (Victor himself claims ex-teammate Avi Garcia told him Sale was complaining about it -- and what, we're just supposed to trust Victor???). It's another for Tigers TV crew to assert this (amazingly enough, this time, it's Dickerson and Price who earn my kudos -- they along with Steve Stone, Hawk Harrelson, Ed Farmer, and Darrin Jackson concluded that Sale was pointing at the scoreboard, not CF bleachers). For the record, as long as everybody's slinging manure into the arena for us to swallow, Chris sale is allowed to offer his own contribution: he was pointing at a fan who was razzing him while he warmed up and it had NOTHING to do with stealing signs. Against that, the only thing we have is Scott Merkin's mlb.com report that after the game Sale met with Ventura and coaches for a 7 minute private meeting. The instigation was that the Tigers apparently let it be known what Martinez heard from Avisail Garcia.
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And I'm allowed to speculate too. Here goes: ballplayers present and past love to tell us how stuff like this is great motivation. I'm entitled to wonder if Martinez feels much more like an invigorated warrior and much less like an injured party. After all, he struck out earlier, but has owned Chris Sale like almost no one (then again, he's owned MLB this year; right now he leads MLB in Runs Created per 27 outs according to <a href="http://espn.go.com/mlb/stats/batting/_/league/al/sort/runsCreatedPer27Outs/type/sabermetric">MLB Player Batting Stats - 2014 (Sabermetric Stats)</a>). The next batter doubled and they tied the score. Gee, the Tigers scored a run because of it, but by all means let's go supernova over Sale hitting Martinez LONG AFTER THE DUST HAS SETTLED. Not sure I buy it.
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Let me be clear: I've said Martinez is absolutely allowed to be pissed -- when it happened. Obviously after order was restored, Martinez stayed in the game, and no one has said anything about him being injured. After the game is over (this happened in the 6th of a 9-inning game), I'm entitled to scoff at Martinez when he asserts that absolutely Sale hit him on purpose (again with no evidence to back it up other than the hearsay of a former teammate who is now with the White Sox). Just as I'm skeptical of Sale saying it was an accident, I'm skeptical of Martinez claiming it was on purpose.
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Neither one of these players is saying any of this without an agenda behind it, to say nothing of the unwritten code which only they get to understand because the rest of us don't have the secret password. WE WILL NEVER KNOW WHY IT HAPPENED.
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IF perchance Sale did do it on purpose, the Royals will want to have a pithy word with him because he picked a mighty fine time to do it. But I find his story more believable, especially in this day and age when fans interact so easily with players at the ballpark.
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By the same token, Chris Sale, hear this: you plunked an opposing player. Minimally at least, you threatened his livelyhood. The fact that it was an accident is irrelevant. LET HIM GLARE, FOR GOD'S SAKE AND GET THE NEXT GUY OUT! In the heat of the moment, I have no idea what makes a pitcher get so defensive, but the fact remains that Sale served up a run aided largely by an extra base hit right after this episode. Might he have been better served to worry about the next hitter rather than an emotional reaction? I think so.
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But most of all, I'm tired of the soap opera. I'm tired of being subjected to all the testosterone laden attitude mixed with belligerent defensiveness. I'm tired of the never-ending finger pointing. I'm tired of players, managers, ex-players condescendingly instructing me how I'm supposed to react to things like this. Mostly, I'm tired of being told that this is the way the game is supposed to be played - mind you, not in a helpful way, but in a "if you don't understand this, you're an idiot" way.
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WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND, some unwritten code that nobody ever talks openly about because, ya know, it's UNWRITTEN. Yes, you played and I didn't, FINE. Just leave me out of it, will you please? Just know that whatever any of you say is going in one ear and out the other.
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Keep the melodrama to yourselves, please. I prefer to watch baseball.
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Thank you.
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-50654382048422320282014-09-16T12:44:00.002-05:002014-09-16T12:48:23.559-05:00Consuming White Sox baseball on a holiday off-dayIt helped that the White Sox were not playing on Labor Day for the first time in a long time. I finally ransacked my storage and retrieved some very special VHS tapes from 9 years ago. Believe it or not, while I recorded every game of the south-siders' 11-1 run to the title, I only sporadically watched them until the World Series. I actually took my Dad to game 2 of the World Series. We both braved the cold and rain all the way to Podsednik's unexpected walk-off blast. However, much of the ALDS and the ALCS I had literally never seen before. I knew much about both series, but I had not actually taken in some of the games.<br><br>
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<b>Game 1 (CWS 14 BOS 2)</b>: It was a mid-afternoon game, but I was at game 1 of San Diego vs. St. Louis watching the Cardinals come close to blowing an 8-0 lead. I probably got home part way through the game and I just don't remember watching it at all. For one thing, it was a blowout. Secondly, there was another game on.
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One thing I always remembered about this game, but can no longer confirm was that as laudatory as Berman and Sutcliffe and Piazza were about the small-ball the White Sox played in the 1st inning (and generally throughout the series), the Red Sox play-by-play (which I sampled back when the 2005 archives were still available) were beside themselves in laughter when Iguchi bunted Podsednik to 2nd in the bottom of the 1st. This was the Theo Epstein Red Sox, the ones who went Billy "Moneyball" Beane one better. These were the folks who sneered at small-ball. I happen to share the same mindset, but I also cackled at their bravado, knowing how that game turned out. There was mild concern when they finally cashed in a couple of runs in one of the middle innings to make it 6-2, but it turned out to be nothing. After the fact, as a White Sox fan, I couldn't help but smile at the futility of their remarks. By the way, I know Joe Castiglione was the play-by-play guy (still is, I think), but for the life of me I can't remember who his sidekick was, and I've been trying to remember ever since. I'm pretty sure he wasn't there much past 2005.
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Finally, it was fun to note a couple of Red Sox rookies in that series: one who played a half a season for the 2012 White Sox (Kevin Youkilis) but never got into the action (not even in the 14-2 blowout), and future snarling closer and human rain delay on the mound Jonathon Papelbon (who pitched a couple of times in middle relief).
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<b>Game 2 (CWS 5 BOS 4)</b>: I definitely watched this game as it was at night and back then the Cardinals were always the team that had the extra off day (Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday-Sunday-Tuesday). The Graffinino blunder has always stuck in my mind, obviously a watershed moment in that series. I had forgotten, however, that Bobby Jenks got himself a 2-inning save in that game, something that is almost unheard of just 9 years later.
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<b>Game 3 (CWS 5 BOS 3)</b>: This game I have watched many times, since it is included in the Box Set. At the time, I believe I got home in time to watch the delicious part when El Duque worked his wonderful magic to wriggle out of Damaso Marte's mess.
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This game featured the only Red Sox home runs in the series, 1 by Papi and 2 by Manny. The 2nd Manny HR featured the signature "Let me undress first before I stroll to first" move that enrages all the old-school baseball fans. I don't remember hearing much about it back then. It's never bothered me all that much, but I can sort of understand it.
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As I watched Pierczyinski score from 3rd in the top of the 9th on a perfectly executed squeeze bunt, I couldn't help note the extreme contrast to the 2014 White Sox featuring the faux Alexei Ramirez "I'm going to fool you now into thinking I'm going to bunt even though I know the whole world knows I can't bunt to save my life" move. The 2005 team was well-known for being able to execute the sacrifice bunt and other so-called "small ball" strategies. Since I have reconnected with the team of my youth, I have only known the utter futility of bunting, to the point that a few years ago, Ozzie Guillen was threatening to make everyone return to spring training for bunting class -- during the regular season.
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Whenever I have recalled this series since then I have relished how my team literally cast a spell on the hapless defending champs. They came in overconfident and their game 1 starter Matt Clement (ex-Cub) was exposed in a horrible way. David Wells thought he could spin a gem and his teammates' offense would kick in to high gear, but a 2nd baseman started to turn a double-play before he had the ball in his glove and Tadihito Iguchi spanked a hanging curve ball, leaving only the work of two dazzling bullpens keeping the Red Sox one run short. Then, in the friendly confines of Fenway Park with Red Sox fan Berman in the booth, the magic of that place deserted them utterly and completely thanks to the hocus pocus of a Cuban virtuoso.
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I really can't remember what I was feeling at the time. I had not spent the entire 80's and 90's and first part of the new millenium suffering with my team's futility. The truth is, I had largely abandoned them, looking in when they took on the Blue Jays in 1993, but never even bothering to watch one single inning as they embarrassed themselves against the 2000 wild card Mariners. I was too busy getting swept up in Cardinal fever. I never stopped rooting for them, but I didn't maintain the emotional attachment. It wasn't until I noticed their record in May of 2005 that I finally, like the prodigal son, returned home just in time for the party. I guess I simply tried to enjoy the experience, figuring I'd never get another chance.
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<b>ALCS against the Angels</b>, beginning on Tuesday night. This series will, of course, live on forever in the hearts and minds of all White Sox fans. The thing is, I remember the dropped 3rd strike with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th of game 2 so much that I never remembered one single thing that happened in this series prior to that moment. The 3 games in Anaheim over the weekend took place while I was at a conference. I was only able to watch a few innings on Friday and Saturday night, but I certainly remember the prowess that earned Paul Konerko the ALCS MVP award. On the other hand, the dropped 3rd strike was such an iconic moment sparking much discussion on-line and elsewhere that my mind has been blank with respect to all of game 1 and most of game 2.
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One thing I definitely remembered: this series was on FOX, which means Joe Buck and Tim McCarver. One word: Ugh. I didn't remember that they were joined in the booth by the interim-retired Lou Piniella. Double-Ugh. Unlike Piazza, Sweet Lou was absolutely useless to me, offering me no depth of insight, and some of his pronouncements are, in hindsight, hilarious, coming right before events that utterly contradict what he just said.
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<b>Game 1 (LAA 3 CWS 2)</b>: As I watched this game, as if for the first time ever, I finally recognized my White Sox. Failed bunt attempts. Uribe mishandled a grounder. Other infield errors. A couple of unearned runs give Contreras the loss. Yeah, now THAT's the White Sox I've come to know and love masochistically these past several years. Much like the 2014 White Sox, the 2005 version made a very close game out of it after falling behind 3-0, but just couldn't quite close the deal. They looked a little like the team I'm used to seeing wilt under the pressure at the Metrodome (epitomized by an excruciating late September 2008 series there that took years off my life span).
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<b>Game 2 (CWS 2 LAA 1)</b>: More hijinks and a premonition of sorts in this game. Aaron Rowand belts a double down the right field line. Vlad "butterfingers" Guerrero takes 5 minutes to pick it up and fling it past two cutoff men and behind 3rd base down the left field line. Rowand slides head-first into 3rd, then after getting his bearings beats it for home plate but is gunned down easily. All that energy for nothing but an out. If Vlad hits the cutoff man, he's on 3rd available to score easily on a base hit or a sac-fly, but no, Vlad's mistake punishes Rowand instead. If only he doesn't get greedy, there may never have been any controversy to end this game.
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Oh yeah, and there was a top half of a middle inning, where Buerhle and Pierczyinski were convinced they had struck out the batter to end the inning, but after consulting with his fellow umpires, Eddings ruled that the batter had foul tipped it, and AJ had failed to catch it on the fly. The ball had bounced in the dirt. Nothing came of the reprieve, mind you, but little did anyone realize what a premonition that would turn out to be.
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One reason why I might not have remembered much about this game: Mark Buehrle was on the mound. The game absolutely seemed to fly by. I've since grown used to that, but it was impressive to see him breeze through the Angels for 9 innings like that on the grand stage that is October. Just that one measly mistake to Quinnlan, or there would have been no controversy. There were other times during the game when a top of the ninth ending to the game was just barely missed.
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I also did not remember that the Angels' pitcher Jarrod Washburn was not 100% that night (and only lasted 4 2/3rds innings). Kelvim Escobar worked the final 3 innings and seriously deserved a better fate.
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Now for what I absolutely remember watching: The dropped 3rd strike and the wackiness that followed. I distinctly remember arguing vociferously with fellow Sox fans (there was certainly no unanimity in favor of the call) that the ball absolutely bounced on the ground. I remember Eddings' tortured explanation that his raised fist was simply how he always signaled strike 3, never mind the arm straight out to his right, which is the typical umpire signal for calling the pitch a strike. And I remember how Josh Paul could not be expected to know that he had ruled a dropped 3rd strike. I along with thousands of others blamed the victim for not being absolutely sure (Kevin Kennedy did likewise on the post-game show, insisting that when he managed he always instructed his catchers on any pitch like that where there's the slightest chance it might have bounced on the ground to tag the batter just to be on the safe side). I also was prepared to remind anyone who needed it that there was no guarantee the Angels would have won the game, it only would have meant extra innings, so Eddings did not rob them of a win.
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Having looked at it once again, I am no longer certain it bounced on the ground. It is impossible, even in the zoomed in close up, to distinguish the pocket of his catcher's mitt from the dirt behind home plate. Coupled with my conclusion years ago that Eddings made a confusing call and is to blame for misleading the catcher leads me now to conclude that this was truly LA's "Don Denkinger moment". They had every right to be pissed. Interestingly enough, 3 years later in an August Sunday afternoon contest televised on TNT, Joe Madden (then bench coach for the Angels, later manager of the TB Rays) was once again screwed by AJ Pierczyinski and Doug Eddings who this time was the 2nd base umpire and laughingly charged Jason Bartlett with interference after AJ, having gotten himself into a base-running pickle like the dunderhead that he is, went out of his way to initiate contact with the Rays' shortstop. That too led almost immediately to a walk-off win for the White Sox, and ultimately screwed the Minnesota Twins out of a division title (the Rays won the pennant that year). It's a small world.
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Not too long after this game, some veteran sportswriter whose name and medium escapes me now, wrote about a little known aspect of that play. He described the chaos of Angels' fielders heading for the dugout, watching in amusement turned into bewilderment as the catcher with the punch-me face (just ask Michael Barrett) scampered to first with the ball harmlessly sitting near the mound. AJ had meekly rounded 1st, and this writer noticed that one of the fielders finally woke-up and planted himself on 2nd while another one picked up the ball, surmising that the guy with the guts of a burglar might well have stolen 2nd in addition to 1st if precaution hadn't been taken. As it turned out, this was immaterial since Ozuna ran for AJ and Crede took 2 strikes allowing Pablo to steal second anyway.
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That White Sox magic had reasserted itself.
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<b>Game 3: (CWS 5 LAA 2)</b>. No sooner had Piniella mindlessly praised the maturity of Lackey, but Konerko launched a 2 run HR to LF, making it 3-0, in spite of McCarver's certainty that there was no momentum for the White Sox to build on from game 2. The number of hanging (and hurting) curve balls from Lackey in the first inning was plentiful. Meanwhile, Garland, who was supposed to be adversely affected by an over-abundance of strength due to an 11-day layoff, turned out to be the virtuoso du jour. This time it was the Angels who turned a double into an out at 3rd base with a multi-run deficit. Live by the sword, die by the sword.
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<b>Game 4: (CWS 8 LAA 2)</b>. My tape included the pregame show, in which Kevin Kennedy and Kenny Lofton were analyzing highlights from the most recent Astros win over the Cardinals (In an interview shown during Game 3, Ozzie Guillen spoke of his fondest wish to go up against his former manager LaRussa. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for interleague play in 2006 because Mark Mulder couldn't do his job in NLCS Game 6). In one segment, they proudly showed Yadier Molina demonstrating the most recent MLB object lesson: MAKE SURE YOU TAG THE BATTER BEFORE YOU HEAD FOR THE DUGOUT.
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For some reason I always remembered Paul Konerko hitting 2 1st inning 3-run homers in LA. Obviously in game 3, it was a 2-run homer after Dye knocked in Podsednik with a base hit. I tend to conflate memories at times.
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At any rate, once again, the mental midgets in the TV booth were talking about whether Podsednik should steal 3rd after Iguchi was knicked on the arm by a Santana inside pitch. Instead, Dye flew out to deep center and both runners moved up. I chuckled because I know that none of it would matter. Interestingly enough, Konerko could have been rung up on the 2-2 check swing. It was borderline. And the next pitch went over the border. Another hanging curve ball. Sage advice from Lou: "Santana needs to get out of this inning with minimal damage, then I think he'll settle down." <CRACK!!> Never change, Lou.
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I'm also amused by Kevin Kennedy's unshakeable faith in the Angels to recover and make this a series. Of course, I'm not really being fair since I have the benefit of hindsight. That's not my point with all this critique of the talking heads. My point is this: every time they tried to prognosticate what was going to happen, the opposite happened. Maybe because prognosticating is really stupid. Kennedy was especially convinced that Vlad would find himself at the plate. I don't remember Guerrero's final stat line, but I do remember he was a complete bust in this series. Again, there's nothing wrong, per se, with him thinking Vlad's fortunes would change, although he didn't seem to offer anything more than a Bayesian mindset to back it up -- i.e., his luck HAS to change eventually, just because. Talk about your deep analysis. Speaking of which, how about this Sweet Lou gem: the reason why Benji Molina positions himself on one knee is to make sure Santana keeps the ball down. "Or maybe to HOPE that he keeps it down," McCarver helpfully corrects him.
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The bottom of the 2nd and the top of the 3rd produced more controversy which I had completely forgotten. By the same token, it rings a bell, which tells me I did see it live. First in the bottom of the 2nd, with runners on 1st and 3rd and one out, Steve Finley bounced one to Iguchi who turned and threw to Uribe. The relay apparently just nipped Finley to end the inning and keep the score 3. Finley was gesturing angrily. I assumed he was claiming he beat the throw, which looked possible but hard to tell for sure. After the commercial break, FOX showed a different replay that revealed that as Finley swung, his bat hit Pierczynski's glove, which Joe Buck and Tim McCarver both pointed out should result in the bases loaded and 1 out instead of the end of the inning. By the way, this time the home plate ump was Ron Kulpa.
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(I also could not help but note, even before I found about the catcher's interference, how final the umpire's call was then compared to now. Now, I'd have been bracing for the replay challenge, just on the out call at first. Interestingly enough, the TV booth and Mike Scioscia went to great length that weekend explaining why instant replay would be bad for baseball.)
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One other thing noted by the 2nd replay: The reason why the throw apparently beat Finley to the base is because he didn't run all out down the line. He didn't because he was too busy gesturing at the home plate umpire about the catcher's interference. Even Joe Buck pointed out that the same sports writers who roasted Josh Paul for not tagging AJ would be roasting Finley for not beating the relay. McCarver made an interesting point: the dilemma for Finley is that if he busts it down the line, he sells the umpire on the idea that he made the right call. It's very difficult, he said, to not at least point out the omission to the umpire, perhaps hoping to sell him on that instead. I don't know if I buy that argument, but it is certainly thought provoking.
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Then, Jermaine Dye led off the top of the 3rd with a grounder to future Sox SS Orlando Cabrera, who proceeded to sail his throw to first. Erstad leaped and grabbed it, came back down and tried the swipe tag. Dye was called safe. Erstad pleaded with the first base umpire that he had tagged him. FOX spent 0 seconds on this play, perhaps due to controversy fatigue. I did not see whether Dye's foot was already on the base, but it certainly looked possible that he did tag him with his glove.
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Naturally, Dye stole second and scored on a single by Carl Everett. An inning later, AJ twisted the knife with a solo homer over the CF wall. "No controversy there," said Piniella, "Just a well hit fast ball."
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Guerrero's slump in this ALCS was legendary, but Joe Buck also indicated that leadoff Chone Figgins was not doing much either.
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Funniest play in this game was the 3rd out in the bottom of the 4th, when Crede got in Uribe's way after he fielded Guerrero's grounder. I wonder if that's when Juan decided that every ball hit to the left side of the infield belonged to him alone...
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Meanwhile, the LA offense looked like it was starting to bust out in a couple of innings, but only had 2 runs to show for it.
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Cultural note: America On-Line (who?) was still big enough back then to purchase ad time during big-time sporting events -- "Building a safer Internet". Ha ha.
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More controversy, at least given lip-service in the booth, in the top of the 5th on one of the pickoff moves by reliever Scot Shields. Replays showed fairly clearly that Podsednik should have been called out (this umpire was Ed Rapuano). A pitch or two later, Scot stole 2nd fairly easily. On the other hand, he didn't advance to 3rd on a ball hit to Adam Kennedy. McCarver guessed that since it was kind of a line drive, Scot had to make sure it wasn't caught in the air. Konerko then drew the "locking the barn door after the horse has escaped" intentional walk. No worries, though. Everett's single to left easily scored Podsednik.
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In the top of the 6th, Joe Buck became concerned about all the White Sox players who hadn't yet seen any action in the ALCS, so he read out all the names for the benefit of family and friends who might be watching. They had recounted that Pablo Ozuna had pinch-run twice and Neal Cotts had pitched 2/3rds of an inning. Those were the ONLY moves Ozzie Guillen had to make so far. Lou "Capt. Obvious" Piniella immediately surmised that the White Sox bullpen will see some action in this game. Tee hee.
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More controversy in top of 7th: it looked to me like a whole lot of nothing. Randy Marsh could have called Podsednik out on his 2nd steal attempt of the night, but to me the replay was less than conclusive and nobody mentioned anything about the Angels arguing the call. Then when Dye flew out to deep RF, Podsednik decided to tag up and take 3rd. Vlad's throw overshot the base. Figgins had to back up to catch it and keep Podsednik from thinking about going for home, and the 3rd base umpire had to backpedal to stay out of his way. They barely touched, but Joe Buck: "Now Figgins has to push the umpire out of the way to catch that ball." By this time, the FOX booth was milking the umpire controversy for all it was worth. Of course, another story line joined in on the fun at about the same time: "The rally monkey is LONG overdue... The only ones getting any reaction from these Angels fans are the umpires."
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In the top of the 8th, Pierczynski struck out on a ball in the dirt. Molina picked up the ball and tagged AJ. The crowd went wild. FOX of course picked up on it. That crowd ecstasy was short-lived as Crede smashed one down the LF line to score 2 and break it wide open.
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In the bottom of the 8th, the White Sox were bitten by lack of tolerance for the so-called "neighborhood play" at 2nd base. After a leadoff base-hit, a grounder to 3rd seemed to erase the base runner in a 5-4-3 DP, but Iguchi never touched the base. The White Sox argued, much like they argued in April or May when Crede was denied 1st base because he had failed to avoid the HBP. It was not so much that it was the wrong call, but simply that "it's NEVER CALLED." Later, Cabrera checked his swung (so said Ron Kulpa), but he could have been wrung up on it. No worries, a long fly ball ended the inning, and FOX went to commercial break with music from Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. So clever.
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In the postgame, Chris Myers tried to get AJ to comment on the missed catcher's interference, and it sounded like the sound of that interview had been picked up on the stadium speakers.
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<b>Game 5 (CWS 6 LAA 3)</b>: The pregame show reminded me that the NLCS had its share of umpire controversy. Phil Cuzzi was behind the plate at Minute Maid Park for game 4 and apparently had a bad night. Both LaRussa and Edmonds got tossed. There were a couple of plays on the bases that looked like they easily could been overturned on appeal today. Of course there was also an Albert Pujols TOOTBLAN in the 9th that helped keep the Cardinals on the losing end. Phil Cuzzi, you'll recall, is the guy who looked at Joe Mauer's double at Yankee Stadium (2009 or 2010) and called it foul because he was ... cross-eyed?
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Thanks to Lou Piniella, we now know that the forkball Jose Contreras throws is called "Senor Tumbelina" or the Cuban forkball. Seriously, where else can you pick up gems like this? The White Sox did threaten to score in the first, making me question my recollection that in this game the Angels scored first. However, they came up empty. In the second they threatened again. Rowand doubled just barely fair down the RF line, and AJ hammered a bunt into the ground to advance him to 3rd, as if Ozzie was bound and determined to score first. Sure enough, Crede's sac fly scored Rowand. But certainly a more pedestrian way for the Sox to take the first lead.
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In the bottom of the 3rd, Contreras and Uribe messed up the daylight play trying to pick off Juan Rivera, who advanced for free to 3rd. Kennedy, who Joe Buck speculated was up there to bunt, singled to LF to tie the score. I was sure that the Angels held a lead in this game, and now it looked like I might be right. Figgins moved him to second on a sac bunt. A passed ball moved him to 3rd. Anderson walked on 4 pitches. We were then treated to the Vlad Guerrero highlights to the tune of "Same old song and dance". Sure enough, he grounded to Uribe to end the inning. Once again, though the Angels tied the game, offense was still a bit like pushing spaghetti up a hill for them. 2 smoking line drives landing in Joe Crede's glove didn't help.
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In the 5th inning Dye singled home Uribe from second, chasing Byrd from the game and once again taking the lead. Konerko scared the crap out of the fans by driving Rivera to the warning track, but Juan gathered in his deep fly ball to end the inning with only 1 run scored.
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That lead didn't last long. Kennedy led off with a single. On a hit-and-run, Figgins doubled into the RF corner. An Angels fan reached over the wall and grabbed it, but this time Scioscia convinced the umpires to discuss the discretionary choice they have to award home plate anyway, which they did. Figgins remained at 2nd, leaving Guerrero as the only key element of the lineup with only 1 hit in the series. Cabrera's high chopper moved Figgins to 3rd. Garrett Anderson drove Dye to the warning track and Figgins trotted home to give the Angels their first lead since game 1, confirming my recollection. Sure enough, Vlad was the rally killer once again. However, Scot Shields masterfully preserved the lead in the 6th.
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But Contreras responded with a shutdown inning of his own, and Crede led off the 7th with a game tying homer over the LF fence off Kelvim Escobar. And now I'm thinking that was the one and only lead the Angels would get in this game. He did manage to limit the damage to that homer, in spite of Podsednik's walk and steal of 2nd.
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Contreras shut them down as well in the 7th. Escobar seemed to have the 8th well in hand until yet another weird play in which AJ Pierczynski participated. He struck out Konerko and Everett, but his 3-2 pitch to Aaron Rowand missed the strike zone. Escobar was so distracted with Rowand that he earned a visit from pitching coach Bud Black. Refocused, he induced AJ to slap one up the middle and wackiness ensued. It actually bounced off Escobar toward the White Sox dugout. In the confusion, Escobar grabbed the ball with his hand and tagged AJ with his glove,then threw to first but too late. As if to compensate for all the times they screwed the Angels, the first base umpire called him out and the Angels headed toward the dugout. Ozzie stormed out and got the first base ump to ask for help, and sure enough the call was overturned. Scioscia (after protesting at length, no doubt out of sheer frustration built up over the entire series) went to K-Rod to hold the line, but Crede slapped one up the middle that didn't go through, but it was too tough for Kennedy to try for an out anywhere besides home and that throw was too late (it helped that it was 3-2 count, so Rowand was off with the pitch). K-Rod proceeded to walk Uribe, which is always an anomaly, but he retired Podsednik to limit the damage. The Sox had regained the lead again, for good I think. A FOX graphic stated the Crede was .353 with 2 outs and runners in scoring position this postseason. Talk about prescient.
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I had forgotten the distinctive grip that Contreras employed to throw his special pitch. You could see it on camera before he put the ball in his glove. Those must have been very strong fingers. He had an uneventful 8th, once again besting Guerrero to end the inning. Boy the Sox really had his number. Nothing but ground balls to infielders most of the time.
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During the 9th inning, the FOX cameras caught the White Sox suite, showing us Jerry Reinsdorf and friends getting ready to celebrate. A Sox fan I knew on-line told us that the entire front office, down to the lowest staff member got a free all-expenses paid trip to Houston during the World Series, to say nothing of getting their own WS ring in 2006. Meanwhile, K-Rod walked Iguchi and seemed to lose control according to Joe Buck. Iguchi managed to steal 2nd (though only because Kennedy had the ball knocked out of his glove). According to Joe Buck, the official scorer gave Kennedy an error. K-Rod proceeded to walk Dye as well.
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Trivia (via FOX): the last time the White Sox had 4 complete games in a row was August of 1974. Wilbur Wood, Jim Kaat, Bart Johnson, and ... you guessed it, Wilbur Wood again.
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Konerko drove one over Vlad's head off the wall to score Iguchi and the Sox had an insurance run with no outs. I remember K-Rod walking a lot of guys and striking out a lot of guys, but I don't remember him giving up a lot of hits. He struck out Everett, but Rowand drove a deep fly to RF. Vlad's throw was offline allowing Dye to score, but Konerko was out at 3rd to end the inning.
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Contreras had a ho-hum bottom of the 9th. Prior to the last out, FOX treated us to highlights of September 22nd, 1959 in Cleveland (to the strains of "Go Go White Sox!"). A sweet play by Uribe, a bloop that Rowand played perfectly, and an easy one hopper to Konerko who was already playing close to the base. The postgame footage included players filing into the locker room receiving high-fives from a tall gray-haired man. In spite of the fact that I only saw the back of his head, there's no doubt in my mind it was Ed Farmer, Jon Rooney's radio sidekick on ESPN 1000.
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I found it odd that Gene Autry's wife was the honorary presenter of the American League championship trophy. Autry used to be the owner of the Angels, if I'm not mistaken. The broadcast booth made the observation that is certainly striking: The entire weekend in LA, Ozzie made 0 substitutions. All 3 complete games and in all 3 games the same starting lineup played the entire 9 innings. And the World Series was not scheduled to start for 6 days. Jon Garland had 11 days of rest before he started game 3 of the ALCS. Jenks, Hermansen, El Duque, Marte, Politte, Vizcaino all would have at least 12 days of rest before they would pitch again.
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If the running narrative of the series is to be believed, I think it is fair to conclude that the Angels came undone for some reason. There were several possible causes: (1) though it didn't show in game 1, the fact that they were extended by their series with the Yankees may have caught up with them eventually, (2) the fact that Bartolo Colon was injured in game 5 of the ALDS and was unavailable for the ALCS stretched their rotation a little thin, (3) they were rocked repeatedly by some very questionable umpiring at crucial times. Maybe there are other reasons. Having watched the entire series, all I can see is that the story I was hearing from the booth did not match the story that was being told on the field. They did not look like the Angels I remember, except for game 1.
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The "luck" continued in the World Series. I'm not going to go through the whole thing because I've already watched the World Series dozens of times. I watched every game live, so I've already been down memory lane dozens of times. This was the first time I sat down and watched the entire ALDS and ALCS. But to perpetuate the theme that Sox had a magical year, there was Biggio flubbing an easy popup allowing a run or two to score, there was the alleged phantom HBP on Dye in game 2 that was followed by Konerko's grand slam off Qualls. Oh by the way, there was also an Astro double off the wall in game 3 that was ruled a homer, so it's not true that every single break went the Sox' way. There was the HBP of Crede in game 3 that set off some sparks between the two dugouts. There was Podsednik's unlikely homer off Lidge. There was Blum's homer in the 14th inning and Phil Garner's tantrum in the dugout. And last, but not least, if it was 2014, we might still be playing this World Series, because the final out in game 4 would have been reviewed on replay, that's how close it was. In short, the White Sox were very good, but they also were very lucky.
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It actually took me a week to get through it all, but it was time well spent.
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-625723329323664432014-03-30T21:20:00.000-05:002014-03-30T21:25:55.081-05:00An ode to Mid-Majority and it's trail blazer, Kyle WhellistonMid-Majority's 10 year adventure as a website is coming to an end tomorrow night. I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to participate. I was born and raised a sports fan. I have gone through several phases of fandom in my life and today at the ripe old age of 56, I still have a lot to learn, but I have been blessed by Kyle's sharing of his sports journey with us. This post is my attempt to express how much I appreciate the experience.<br><br>
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I was brought up to be a sports fan from the start. Born in Northwest Indiana, long before people started calling it "The Region", I was raised to be a Chicago White Sox fan. Which, of course, means I was raised to despise the Cubs, but that's another conversation for another time. Bears, Blackhawks, and Bulls came later in my teens, but as far as I know, the only sporting events my Dad and his brothers took me to were White Sox games at Comiskey Park.<br><br>
Being an innocent child, I didn't care about competitive balance, the endurance of pitching arms, the wisdom of bunting in the early innings, bean-ball wars, or the evils of the reserve clause. All I cared about was watching players in uniforms do amazing things with bat and ball, learning their names, and hoping I could watch them play for my team forever. I cried when the Sox traded Tommie Agee between 1967 and 1968. As I reached my first decade on this earth, I added pennant races to the list of things that kept my attention.<br><br>
As for participation, from an early age, soccer was my game. Sure, we played 5 dollars in our subdivision, but I never found a sandlot somewhere to be the 60's version of Smalls. During recess at Immanuel Lutheran School in Valparaiso, Indiana, the sport of choice was soccer, and I remember myself being widely acclaimed as one of the best goalies in our class. I absolutely remember feeling a sense of pride about it. I may have just been hearing what I wanted to hear -- maybe I was one of the few idiots to volunteer for the position. But I remember doing a decent job for a 3rd grader.<br><br>
As I grew older, I fell out of the in crowd and there wasn't as much call for me to participate in sports. I remember playing little league, but not for very long. But there was one sport I latched on to like no other sport before or since: basketball.<br><br>
In the 60's and 70's in northwest Indiana? This could only mean one thing. Long before there was anything called "March Madness", I was into "Hoosier Hysteria", otherwise known as Indiana High School Basketball. My mom worked for NIPSCO (Northern Indiana Public Service Company) and we always used to get a big wall poster with the field of 64 bracket on it. I always pasted one on my bedroom door and filled it out when all the sectionals were over, and I always tried to listen to the local games on the radio, when my parents weren't taking me to Boucher Gym to see the likes of Joe Hill (later known as Joe Otis) play for the greatest basketball coach I have ever known, Virgil Sweet. I attended his basketball camps all 4 years they were available, learning among other things the proper way to shoot free throws. For reasons unknown to me at the time, there was something about basketball that got under my skin. There was a court across the street from my house, and every day after school I would go there and play H-O-R-S-E against myself (unfortunately, being a loner by then, I didn't tend to have a friend to play with). Like lots of kids, I would fantasize about hitting the winning shot in a real game. Some part of me dreamed of making that a reality. But the rest of me wasn't very committed to that dream.<br><br>
I tried out for basketball in 7th grade but wasn't good enough. So I tried again in 8th grade. I actually had transferred to a junior high school in the public system after the 6th grade because my Dad felt the sports opportunities were better at Ben Franklin Junior High. In 8th grade, there weren't enough to make cuts, so I made the team by default. I remember scoring a point or two during the season, enjoying wearing a tie to school (being "special", but I was what the kids today call "the human victory cigar" -- i.e., the last man on the depth chart. In 9th grade, there were a couple of cuts but I still made it. Fred Mitchell, who would later become varsity head coach at Chesterton High School, saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself. I remember a couple of brief flashes where I showed some spirit. I remember being an annoyance to my teammates. I remember being pulled from a game because, as someone told me later, I looked like I was "about to pee my pants." I remember for once in my life standing up for myself in practice and earning the respect of my coach who stood up for me. And I remember parlaying that into absolutely nothing but kidding myself, thinking the dream was still alive. After 10th grade, it fell to Dale Ciciora and my scout master Dave Glass to talk sense into me. And it took me until my 30s to realize that I never committed to the game of basketball. I just liked the idea of being on a team and wearing a uniform. I was an imposter. I was meant for some other field of play than the basketball court.<br><br>
In high school, I remember watching Notre Dame end UCLAs 88 game winning streak one Saturday afternoon, then traveling with the varsity down to Lafayette to watch Valpo High take on Lafayette Jefferson that evening with their twin tower front court, and Coach Sweet reminding his guys how the Irish guards disrupted Wooden's behemoths. Valpo didn't fare very well that night, as I recall, trying to duplicate the effort.<br><br>
Several years after I graduated from Rose-Hulman with a BS in Computer Science and got a job with McDonnell Douglas in St. Louis, Hank Gathers, Bo Kimble, Tom "Human Bruise" Peabody, Jeff Fryer, Per Stuemer, and friends captivated me as they did a lot of people, playing a reckless but highly entertaining form of basketball that took the nation by storm. They were unconventional, finally taken down by the UNLV Runnin' Rebels in the Elite Eight. Soon thereafter, Paul Westhead moved on to other parts and LMU basketball dropped off everyone's radar screens, but it left a taste in my mouth that made me thirsty for more excitement. On my 36th birthday, my Dad took me to the IHSAA Final Four in Indianapolis to watch Valpo High compete for the state championship. A certain young man played on that team who is now well known to the world by the name of Bryce Drew. It was my alma mater's first ever appearance in the state championship game for basketball (we won the state football championship my senior year). My reward for jumping on the bandwagon at the most opportune time? Valpo blew a 10 point lead with less than 3:00 to go and lost the title game in overtime. And yet I turned to my Dad and told him this was the best birthday present I ever got. A few years later, Bryce managed to find the magic, and as you can imagine, I've been a Valpo fan ever since.<br><br>
It seems trivial now, but I remember being impressed watching two teams of high schoolers sacrifice their bodies diving for loose balls and boxing each other out, expending all their energy, then after one blows a lead and loses in OT, they both line up and shake hands with each other (and it was more than just a perfunctory ritual). Kids who were opponents suddenly become comrades. It's a simple thing, but it is beautiful.<br><br>
20 years later, I realize why it impresses me so: I still have just enough of the little kid in me. That kid who never really got what the game was all about, he just wanted to wear the uniform and have everything turn out great. He loved to dream the dream but didn't have the guts to work to make it happen. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. And even now, he's in there, wanting his team to win and not understanding when they don't. He could never shake hands with an opponent who beat him. As a fan sitting in the stands, he's pissed the other team beat his team.<br><br>
And last Sunday, he was pissed that Kentucky beat Wichita State. He didn't want to understand that it was a great, classic game that will probably show up on ESPN Classic for years to come. He wants to blame the refs or the selection committee or the unfair system by which Bill Self can -- with impunity, mind you -- refuse to play Gregg Marshall's team because "there's nothing to gain and everything to lose". Mostly he wants to jump into Doc Brown's DeLorean and find some way to change history (making that layup by Cleanthony Early late in the game might be all it takes). He feels cheated out of what's right.<br><br>
To be sure, "he" no longer is in charge of my life, but I still feel that little kid in me. That "kid" fumes watching the Shockers having to shake hands with the Wildcats and congratulate them for winning.<br><br>
Which is why I was so transfixed watching both post-game press conferences later, seeing a bunch of grown men who had to hurt inside being so mature and yet so genuine. And then something happened that hasn't for me in quite awhile: I actually watched Kentucky play Louisville in the Sweet Sixteen. Understand: for 10 years now, I've *only* ever watched NCAA tourney games that involved at least one mid-major. I'm not sure exactly why, but I can always think of several plausible reasons which stem from that little kid inside me who hates how teams like Kentucky have all kinds of built-in advantages over the smaller schools and who still fumed over all the pre-tourney grousing about Wichita State getting a 1 seed.<br><br>
These college athletes take losing and injustice a lot better than I do, that's for sure.<br><br>
And I am drawn to this game they play in ways I am still trying to understand. I'm not much of a basketball analyst, even as just a fan. I can spot bad free throw shooting form (thank you, Coach Sweet!), and I can get by identifying bad passing form or failure to box out, but critiquing strategy or substitutions or coaching is beyond me. I'm not sure I care all that much about improving that. I have little trouble enjoying a basketball game -- as long as my team wins or there's more games left on their schedule. But just as I never found the soul of the game as a kid player, I'm still searching for the soul of the game as an adult fan.<br><br>
That's not what drew me to The Mid-Majority, but I find that I've been helped all the same to understand the game of basketball better. I was drawn there as a place that talked about all the teams that do not have the exposure and the advantages of the big schools. Since I am a fan of one of those schools, Kyle's website has felt like home to me. But, as U2 once sang, even though I am a believer, "I still haven't found what I'm looking for." I still have a lot to learn, even though I spent seasons VIII and IX (2011-2012 and 2012-2013) regularly contributing to the website (though -- please -- not even close to the contribution made by our season X traveler, <a href="https://twitter.com/travelingraytmm">Ray Curren</a>), I had to be reminded this year that at the end of season IX, Kyle renounced the very mantras that I had taken to heart ("It always ends in a loss", "Our Game always hurts you"). The very fact that these things are still experientially true for me tells me that I still have things to learn. I still haven't discovered the real beauty of Our Game, though I probably have glimpsed it here and there. I feel like I found a way to appreciate the Wichita State-Kentucky game just for how special it was, though I kick myself for not actually going to the game (I live in St. Louis for crying out loud).<br><br>
What kept me a Mid-Majority fan and then member was the relentless pursuit of basketball games between teams toiling in relative obscurity, as well as the clear-eyed consistent critique of what generally passes as "coverage" dished out by the national media. Mostly what kept me on board was great writing, which I aspire to. Even though I missed writing for the website this year, Peter Robert Casey has thoughtfully provided a <a href="http://bbpassport.com/">new website</a> for people like me, which I have already begun using and will continue to in the future.<br><br>
And although the Mid-Majority website will cease to exist tomorrow night, I am determined to take this season's theme -- "Go. Think. Remember." -- with me into the future, and add one more imperative: "Learn". Thank you Kyle, thank you Ray Curren, thank you <a href="https://twitter.com/teamJF5">Jen Ahearn</a> who so ably edited season VIII contributions that she managed to anticipate and correct my format glitches for me and was always patient. Thank you to all of Mid-Majority who shared this enterprise and made me feel like a member of the community.<br><br>
One last regret: work prevented me from going to the First Four this year, even though I remembered to save my vacation days this time. I watched the games, so I was with you in spirit, but I wish I could have said hi in person. Is there any way I can meet some of you in Dayton next March?
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-57588910635149488722013-09-20T01:59:00.001-05:002013-09-20T01:59:38.461-05:00True Pennant Race Drama: Quality over QuantityThe American League wild card race is garnering most of the attention these days, for understandable reasons. And if quantity is your thing, you can't beat it.
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I beg you to consider quality, though. And for quality pennant race favor, the National League Central has the AL Wild Card race beat. HANDS DOWN.
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Sure, the American League features 6 teams fighting for 2 spots. Let's face it, the Red Sox are already in (and they might even have clinched the East title if the rules would break a tie between them and the Rays by appealing to head-to-head competition, since Boston beat Tampa Bay 12-7 this season). Oakland and Detroit would have to suffer collapses of Mauchian proportions to fall out of the postseason. As unlikely as that seems in Detroit's case, it seems even less likely in Oakland's case.
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So we are left with Tampa Bay, Texas, Cleveland, Baltimore, Kansas City, and New York contending realistically for one of the two wild card spots, sort of like a mid-major conference tournament culminating in 2 survivors playing each other in 1 game for the right to ascend to the post season tournament ... as a double-digit seed. OK, I know. That's not really how bleak it is. Plenty of wild card teams have made it to the World Series and a few have even won it. So, the analogy breaks down. But we're talking about fan excitement here, not the realistic expectations of the players involved. While Boston, Detroit, and Oakland likely cool their heels and tend to their wounds, these 6 teams are scratching and clawing to be one of the 2 remaining teams to be included -- and those 2 teams then have to face off in a 1-game winner take all playoff match for the right to advance to the Division series round. It's a grueling path that Boston, Detroit, and Oakland will surely avoid.
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What's more, these 2 teams won't have actually achieved anything. They won't finish 1st in their division. They -- well, as of 2012, one of the 2 -- will be akin to the lucky person who happens to wonder by a card table with 3 persons and a deck of cards wanting to play bridge but needing a fourth. The wild card itself is more of a gift or a reprieve from MLB to whoever proves to be the best ... loser. But, I get it. 6 becoming 2 becoming 1 IS fun. Heck, I'm a sucker for conference tournaments. Come March, I'm glued to the action in the Horizon League basketball tournament and the rest of the world can go fly a kite.
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But this is Major League Baseball and the 162 game regular season -- the biggest sample size in professional sports. He who finishes 1st is absolutely the best in their division. EVERY team should be striving for that distinction and despise settling for 2nd best. That is what brings out the best in competition. That is a high standard, as well it should be.
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So, while in the National League, the 5 team field is practically set, with the Washington Nationals having an long shot at best at one of the wild card slots, the Central division features 3 teams, all of whom will certainly make the post season BUT all of whom are in serious contention for the Central division title. As of this writing, the Cardinals hold a slim 1 game lead over the Pirates, who in turn hold a slim 1 game lead over the Reds. With about 9 games left to play, 1st place is literally up for grabs. Dusty's crew invades PNC Park this weekend, while St. Louis visits Miller Park, so the dust could settle a bit and it helps the Cardinals a tiny bit that the two teams chasing them have to play each other and neither one plays the Cardinals. But regardless of what happens this weekend, there will still be a huge fight for first place next week -- ALMOST LIKE IT WAS IN THE OLD DAYS WHEN THERE WAS NO WILD CARD. Think of AL West 1987, NL East 1973, NL West 1993, to say nothing of American League 1967. Even though all 3 teams are surely in the postseason, they are all EXTREMELY motivated to avoid that dangerous one-game playoff. It's not quite as gripping, but it's as close as we can come in the Wild Card era (notice how all 3 teams have strong, stellar records; this is not a fight for first place of a weak division).
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The rest of the world may be focused on the AL wild card frenzy, but as for me and my house: this weekend and next week, my eyes will be focused exclusively on the NL Central. Even if the Nats somehow make a real run and the Reds fall off, we'll still have 2 teams neck-and-neck for first place. Now, THAT'S drama for you.
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-69162843261423136802013-07-12T23:26:00.001-05:002013-07-12T23:26:35.312-05:00An Open Letter to Tigers Radio PBP teamMr. Dickerson and Mr. Price,
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I am a White Sox fan. I say that only in the interests of full disclosure. I actually come to you as a baseball fan to comment on one aspect of your commentary during the top of the 6th inning of the Tigers-White Sox game on Thursday, July 11, 2013. To refresh your memory: Josh Phegley cleared the bases with a grand slam, putting Chicago up 5-3. Alejandro DeAza was retired in ordinary fashion -- especially considering that earlier in the game, Chris Sale buzzed Prince Fielder's chin after Miguel Cabrera took him deep -- but then Luke Putkonen put one behind Alexei Ramirez. The latter took exception, benches emptied, tempers flared, but no punches were thrown. There was brief confusion over when/if Leyland had been ejected. Mario and Rod assumed his last protest came because he didn't realize he'd been tossed; you two guessed he was upset because Ramirez hadn't been.
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After play resumed, Ramirez swung and missed twice to the delight of the crowd, but then dropped one in fair territory down the RF line. He might have made second, but he injured himself rounding 1st and stayed there, eventually being replaced by a pinch-runner, at which point the crowd applauded his injury.
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It is what I heard next that I would like to comment on.
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I heard the two of you join in the behavior of the crowd -- behavior that Rod Allen on Tigers TV rightly called "unprofessional", by the way. Mr. Price called it "karma". Mr. Dickerson referred to "the man who started it all", meaning Alexei Ramirez.
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It actually pains me to have to say what comes next because I think you two are one of the best baseball PBP teams in MLB, far better than what we have for White Sox broadcasts in my humble opinion. Many a time when the Sox have played the Tigers, I have willingly listened to your broadcast because I'm tired of the Sox broadcast teams. Until Thursday, my respect for you was unblemished.
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When you labeled Alexei Ramirez as the instigator, I found that extremely insulting. To be clear: if Prince Fielder had taken the same kind of umbrage when Chris Sale just barely missed his head and Ed Farmer had berated him for pointing at Sale and then reveled in his injury after beating out a base hit, this same letter would be going to him instead. I am not writing to you as a Sox fan, but as a baseball fan. To suggest that Alexei Ramirez started it because he took umbrage at being used for target practice is insane.
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Let me be more pointed: if I'm in the batter's box and you throw at me, I'm ALLOWED to be upset about it. Period. To suggest otherwise is tantamount to blaming the victim. You should know better, both of you. On the list of players who "started it", Alexei Ramirez is absent. If you want to blame a Sox player, blame Chris Sale for starting it. Runner up goes to Luke Putkonen for perpetuating the violence. It's great that he missed, but there is no guarantee of that. It's great that he stayed away from his head. Really, I appreciate that.
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But Alexei Ramirez is absolutely allowed to take umbrage. And shame on you for joining the fans' classless behavior. Please take a cue from your TV counterpart.
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If you want to know what I would have done if I was czar of discipline for MLB, I would have ejected Chris Sale immediately after that pitch to Prince, and decreed that it ends right there. I don't expect you to agree with that. Mr. Price played; I didn't. I defer to your experience. But I say this only to assure you that my complaint is not a partisan one.
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Please keep up your fine work. Your broadcasts are generally interesting to listen to, as well as informative. I also appreciate Mr. Dickerson's occasional Detroit Titans' basketball play-by-play when I get to hear it. I am a Valpo basketball fan and our two teams have had some real classics in recent years.
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I just wanted you to know how disappointed I was in this one broadcast. Thank you for your time.
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Jim Squire
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St. Louis, MO
</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-71573694167855849392013-05-15T20:44:00.000-05:002013-05-15T20:44:20.801-05:00An ending to a personal seasonThe 2012-2013 College Basketball season has been over for a month or so now. It was the most active season I have had as a fan, and I wanted to capture my feelings. Much as teams have been known to run out of gas in March or otherwise see their season end too soon, I as a <a href="http://www.midmajority.com/">#TMM9</a> member of <a href="http://twitter.com/hoppingcats">@hoppingcats</a> ran out of gas in March as well. Life intruded, I didn't manage my vacation bank very well, and I couldn't dig down deep at crunch time. Since the writing competition ended shortly after the Final Four, I write this ending on my own blog for no points whatsoever, but just to reflect on my season of traveling and writing about mid-major basketball, such as it was. I can't begin to touch <a href="http://www.midmajority.com/p/3536">this guy</a> (who I ran into a handful of times this year, with the dawning realization that my team would gain no points on his from the game I was attending), but I had fun all the same.<br><br>
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I didn't have the wherewithal to go to that many games, mostly because of my full-time job. As much as I envy the life of Kyle (and marvel at the guy I mentioned above), I'm not ready to retire just yet. My participation was as limited as my free time was (flying was an alternative that I didn't fully explore because I felt it would be too expensive).<br><br>
Commitment, not to mention zeal that borders on obsession, tends to bring pain and makes one vulnerable to the harshness of the real world. Like an athlete who is smooth as silk one game and writhing in agony the next, cruel chaos has been known to intrude, and then whatever weaknesses we have are exploited. Try as they might, my Valpo Crusaders could not grow extra bulk and inches in the span of a few days in order to match up with the Mighty Spartans of Michigan State. So they had to adapt, and for whatever reason they couldn't. Had they found a way, I would have been there on Saturday to not only write about Valpo-Memphis but also VCU-Michigan, and then who knows, maybe Valpo-Duke in Indianapolis? That's the kind of dreaming that I imagine Will Bogan, Ryan Broekhoff, Erik Buggs, and company allowed themselves to engage in.<br><br>
Likewise, because I could not magically enlarge my vacation bank at The Boeing Company from 2 hours to 16, much less work 12 hour days around outside commitments, nor will my almost-55-year-old body to withstand even more stress and sleep deprivation, I had to wimp out on my plans to see my team Dance and write for my other team.<br><br>
So, my 2013 season ended too soon. I couldn’t even make it across Missouri to Kansas City to attend that collection of 6 games. My season consists of 21 recaps and one challenge assignment. It seemed like more than that, but the website <a href="http://www.midmajority.com/author/james_squire">doesn't lie</a>. Almost, but not quite the size of a Division I College Basketball regular season.<br><br>
I divided my season between Valpo games and St. Louis games, the former because of personal allegiance (which was tested a couple of times), the latter because of proximity. Oh, there was that one trip where I stopped off at Hinkle to see the Billikens take on the Bulldogs again, then headed up to Valpo for the bracketbuster, then zagged over to Macomb to see Cleveland State take on Western Illinois. What mostly dominated my travels this year was nostalgia for a conference Valpo used to play in, personal investment in the conference they play in now, and the excitement of teams visiting St. Louis who had captured my imagination in recent years.<br><br>
As I look back on it, there wasn't a lot of new exploration. I didn't venture into unknown territory. The only time I visited new venues was when Valpo was playing there. I always had to have a prior connection - an excuse to go to the game. The one time I was ready and willing to answer the call, I was unable to. Since warp drive has not yet been invented, I could not attend the Valpo bracketbuster game and avail myself of my last opportunity to see Nate Wolters in person (going up against Isaiah Canaan no less) because 5 hours is nowhere near enough time to go from Valparaiso, Indiana to Murray, Kentucky. It just wasn’t meant to be, and though I did get to see Canaan play, I will regret never finding a way to go see Wolters.<br><br>
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Wichita State lost in excruciating fashion, as it always seems to be predestined for mid-majors (not named Butler) to lose. Baseball season had already begun, but as I tweeted that Saturday night, "Sorry, baseball, you can take a hike for tonight. GO SHOCKERS!" Alas, they faltered and fell short, thus reaching the point every year where I dismiss basketball until November. I don't really do any sport year round. My calendar is neatly split into two halves. It is baseball season now.
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Then again, conference realignment encroaches ever closer to the Horizon League. Furthermore, as I finish this off, Oakland has officially joined the Horizon League, my White Sox are miserable so far, and I can’t help looking forward to the renewal of an old conference rivalry that I thoroughly enjoyed. For the first time in several years, I’m more excited in May about College Basketball than I am about Major League Baseball.
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Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-80923661776278403912013-03-03T23:17:00.000-06:002013-03-03T23:17:20.874-06:00Bringing Back Professional Broadcasting: A Modest ProposalESPN College Basketball play-by-play teams are not doing their jobs professionally, no matter who is filling those roles on any given gameday. I've noticed this for 2 or 3 years now. My intuition tells me it's not the fault of the actual announcers; it's the fault of the 4-letter network who seems to find our mid-major games kind of on the boring side, just on principle alone. Thus they feel the need to spice it up with extra-curricular stories that have nothing to do with the game at hand -- EVEN DURING LIVE BALL ACTION.
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It's the height of condescension. It also suggests that they feel the majority of their viewing audience is only marginally interested in the two teams playing. I have little trouble believing that is true.
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I have a modest proposal to satisfy both concerns.
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<span class="fullpost">A new channel: Maybe call it ESPN 4. A live TV talk show up in the nosebleed section, where 2 talking heads can discuss topics mildly tangential to the game at hand, maybe take calls, and discuss such topics as I heard yesterday during the Valpo-Green Bay game:
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1. The idiocy of freaking out over road losses, with examples from the Miami Heat to the Louisville Cardinals.
2. Anticipation of the upcoming Duke-Maryland rematch (Duke's going to be angry, dontcha know).
3. Various other high major battles (which as we all know are the only games most basketball junkies really care about).
4. Bobby V's top 5 bracketbusters this year (none of which were mid-majors, funnily enough -- I thought bracketbusters was a mid-major thing)
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Over the past 3 years, I've watched non-stop mid-major action paired with play-by-play commentary that sounded suspiciously like predictions of which conference is going to win this year's ACC-Big Ten Challenge, who are the top 5 point guards in the nation, who are going to be the 1 seeds in the NCAA tournament (the last mid-major to be a #1 seed was, I believe, St. Joseph, and we all remember what a scandal that was, Billy Packer), and a whole host of other things.
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Since this is what the viewing public really wants (right?), let's have a separate channel for this. If something truly compelling does happen to take place on the mid-major court, the guys can take time out to highlight it and talk about it, if they want to. Otherwise, they can mind their own business and cater to their overwhelming throng of high-major basketball junkies.
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Meanwhile, on ESPN3 or ESPNU or ESPN2 or ESPN, actually play-by-play guys can, ya know, concentrate on actually calling the game they were sent there to call. When the ball is live, they can be free to concentrate on describing the action. I realize it's not radio and a picture is worth a thousand words, but there are many situations where talk is still needed. For example, a whistle just blew. Not being a referee aficionado, I can't always decipher the hand motion. I can tell that the ball changed hands, but I can't tell if it was a foul, 3-seconds, traveling (especially if the camera is not focused on the official making the call), or a myriad of other things. Let's just say the play was obscure enough that I'm left hanging in limbo totally clueless as to what was just called. In moments like that, I couldn't care less about the Duke-Maryland rematch, I want to know what just happened. Or let's say one team just executed a masterful offensive set that freed up a shooter under the basket. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, but the play was such a thrilling one it begs for some commentary, maybe some telestration showing me why the play I just saw worked so well. Again, this is no time to be predicting who is going to win the ACC-Big Ten Challenge or who you think is going to make the Final Four. I honestly don't give a crap about that. I want some expert commentary on the exciting play I just saw. I'm not an expert on basketball strategy, but I know enough to know that I just saw an outstanding play and I'm curious what made it so outstanding (or perhaps it wasn't quite as outstanding as it appeared to be, and I need to be educated on how the defense screwed up).
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If you are a play-by-play or color commentator assigned to this game, it means your #1 job is to call and comment on this game, and EVERYTHING else should take a back seat. Since that doesn't serve ESPN's needs, how about giving us 2 broadcasts, 1 for those of us who watch a game in order to, ya know, watch the game, and 1 for those of us who are only mildly amused by these two largely irrelevant schools but really want to hear about the popular topics of the day.
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Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-55981506883430421982009-06-12T10:50:00.000-05:002009-06-12T11:03:55.311-05:00Go Twinkies!!!Yes, I am still a White Sox fan first and Cardinal fan second, and the Sox are behind the Twins while the Cards are ahead of the Cubs, but: (a) I *never* root for the Cubs, (b) it's *only* June, and (c) did I mention I *never* root for the Cubs?<br /><br />If the Sox can't finish ahead of the Twins without help from the Cubs, then they don't deserve it. Besides, the Cubs have shown themselves historically incapable of winning such games anyway.<br /><br />GO TWINKIES!Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-73252306492239651382009-05-01T15:12:00.001-05:002009-05-01T15:29:46.633-05:00"There is no other name"Two days from now, many folks will hear the following read by lectors from Acts 4:5-12: "There is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among mortals by which we must be saved."<br /><br />"No other name" is what usually gets all the attention, for its exclusionary language. Very little attention is paid to the word "must", which is a curious word. It seems to me if "No other name" is meant to be our main focus, the more natural word for "must" would be "can". Of course, I'm no greek linguist so I'm going out on a limb and assuming that "must" is the appropriate translation.<br /><br />If it is, it's a word that sticks out and seems ripe for much more attention than we've given it in the past.<br /><br /><span class="fullpost">The question that's usually put "before the house" focuses on "no other name". Whole books have been written wrestling with this exclusionary claim made by Peter. It seems to some that this excludes too many people from salvation. Then again, Peter and his colleagues were faced with a situation where they were being forced to choose what salvation they would claim, the Emperor, Moses, or Christ, so they were not the ones doing the excluding.<br /><br />But so much attention has been focused on making everyone choose Jesus over every other messiah, that no one seems to notice that Peter is really claiming that Jesus must save us. We are given this name to invoke in our hearts, and when we do, our salvation is guaranteed. Peter has the audacity to assert that the Almighty creator God is bound by the promise inherent in Jesus' name -- the promise of salvation via the forgiveness of sins, and that brings Life with a capital L. Against this astounding promise, Caesar, Herod, and Moses don't stand a chance. The reason why Peter claims Jesus is the only way to salvation and the reason Jesus himself makes that claim is not arbitrary or imperialistic. Don't picture Jesus wielding a sword, saying, "if you don't believe in me, I'll smite you with my death ray." Don't picture God flashing lightning bolts from heaven and a thundering voice saying, "Believe in him or else!" Don't picture Peter strutting down the street or pounding on a bully pulpit, threatening Sodom and Gomorrah style reprisals to anyone who doesn't worship Jesus. Don't picture Luke as the head of the Moral Majority inflaming the divide between believers and unbelievers.<br /><br />Instead, picture all of them saying, "Here's my candidate for ultimate salvation: Jesus. You think you got a better candidate? By all means, trot them out here and show me!" It's not an imperialistic power play against unbelievers; it's a hard-core challenge against other messiahs. Don't think "A Handmaid's Tale". Think "Welcome to Thunderdome". This is not Christians against pagans (or unbelievers or whatever you prefer). This is Jesus against Mohammed, Buddha, L. Ron Hubbard, Ayn Rand, the Dali Lama, and whoever else is vying for the title in our hearts and minds these days. And this is not a popularity contest, nor is it a political battle filled with hype and propaganda. This is a pure contest of skill. The winner is the one who takes us all to the ultimate Promised Land. In a way, the winner has yet to be revealed, the final judgment yet to be made. The final judgment is not just on us, it is on Jesus as well. Christians aren't qualified to do anything more than to place our boldness along side that of Peter and Luke, and hang all our integrity and reputation on a promise by Jesus that has yet to be fulfilled definitively. We can declare the positive impact that Christ's crucifixion and resurrection has on our lives here and now, but all of that could still turn out to be transitory if we are wrong when the moment of truth comes. And we won't be able to blame ourselves -- for all the good that would do anyway -- since we've pinned it all on Jesus, our choice for champion.<br /></span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-9634170680212199282009-04-26T20:18:00.011-05:002009-04-27T02:59:22.268-05:002 out of 3 ain't bad...But it ain't good either. Losing any game to the Cubs is bad. But that's just me...<br /><br />2 out of 3 is pretty good to Tony LaRussa, I'm sure. I can't help remembering that the first series at Busch stadium last year also had the Cardinals winning 2 of 3, and the season series went down hill from there. It's hard to feel comfortable yet, but then it's always hard to feel comfortable in April anyway. The Cardinals still have the best record in the NL (tied with the Dodgers), and that's different from last year, that's for sure.<br /><br />So, even without the sweep, I have one question for Cub fans: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBTzhOABZ0AOsiTXG2sxHepzlD3BLP6OXY5GmfnWPZadv6zefrMGNeKvsYO4rruGj5y17SPuvqB5WBUQVyv-98f1UWfvbMX8JzVjG-1n4l1eWFWAphUcg6Qvfjei657IylD9uqA/s1600-h/Photo_042509_001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBTzhOABZ0AOsiTXG2sxHepzlD3BLP6OXY5GmfnWPZadv6zefrMGNeKvsYO4rruGj5y17SPuvqB5WBUQVyv-98f1UWfvbMX8JzVjG-1n4l1eWFWAphUcg6Qvfjei657IylD9uqA/s200/Photo_042509_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329215556073364674" /></a><br />You can wish that Derrek Lee was half the ballplayer Albert is. Two plays this weekend typified what I'm saying: (1) Bottom of the 8th Friday night: Albert gets on with a hit, then steals Marmol blind to put himself into scoring position, then scores from second on Ludwick's single. Albert is no speed demon, but he's been making plays like that for the Cardinals for some time now. Can you honestly say Derrek Lee has ever manufactured a run like that? I don't think so, and (2) Bottom of the 3rd Saturday. Barden singles, Boggs bunts him to second, Brendan Ryan strikes out, and Rasmus lines a single to Fukodome in RF. Oquendo stops Barden at 3rd, and Rasmus rounds first base way too aggressively. In fact he slips when he jams on the breaks. Geovany Soto has the ball in his glove, but guess what? No Cub player is within the area code of first base, so Rasmus can crawl back safely to first if he wants to. As it happens, Pujols made the 3rd out, stranding both runners, but the fact remains that if this were a Cub rally brewing and young Hoffpaur was a 3rd of the way to 2nd when Molina received the throw from Ludwick, you better believe Albert would be standing on first, and Micah would be a dead duck for the 3rd out.<br /><br />Albert is one of a kind. I say the MVP award is his to lose, and so far he is showing no signs of doing any such thing.<br /><br /><span class="fullpost">I rediscovered an old parking option that a buddy and I used to use in the 80's: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Louis_Centre">St. Louis Centre</a>. We used to get off I-70 at Broadway or perhaps one exit sooner, drive a few blocks, park in the parking garage, go to the food court for dinner, have them validate our parking ticket, then walk to the game. Very economical. Today, the mall is empty, but the parking garage is still there, and it's only 5 bucks. I rediscovered it on Saturday. Friday, I went back to the Kiel parking garage where I'd paid 5 bucks on Opening Day, and found that it was 15 bucks now. Apparently Opening Day was special. Maybe it was because Opening Day was a day game. Nevertheless, I parked there, rather than look elsewhere. On Saturday I made up my mind to try for the outdoor parking lot one block closer than ScotTrade Center, but I was still familiar only with going I-70 to downtown. I got on the express lanes, and then I thought I would try to get off sooner and maybe avoid some of the delays around the Memorial Drive exit, so I got off at Broadway. Of course, there were huge delays there too. As I headed toward Market Street, there it was on the right.<br /><br />At this point, I should say that I'm always on the lookout for opportunities to get extra exercise, so the fact that this was even further away from Busch Stadium than the Kiel garage was actually a plus.<br /><br />I used to want to sit at field level to be close to the action, but I've gotten over that need lately. For this series my seat on Friday was in the highest row of the highest level, right behind first base. It was a veritable wind tunnel up there that night. I also could not hear "God Bless America" because of the swirling wind and the sirens going off just south of the stadium. The Cubs were still taking batting practice when I got there. They looked like ants down there. On Saturday, I was on the 3rd base side, which only goes up to the 300 level. In fact, I had my own little 3 seat section, half way between 3rd base and lf foul pole. An entrance was beneath me, and a walkway immediately behind me. I did not have to move for anybody the entire game. Today, I was back on the first base side, 400 level, maybe a few rows down from the top.<br /><br />So many Cub fan/Card fan couples. I bet there isn't a single Red Sox fan/Yankee fan couple in existence. I prefer to think that makes the Cardinals-Cubs rivalry better, not worse. But that's just me. I did see one sight that made me want to puke, though. I tried to get a picture of it, but it wasn't good enough to show so I deleted it. A guy with a Mark Buehrle jersey had his arm around a gal wearing a Zambrano jersey. That's just plain wrong.<br /><br />On Friday, at first I felt all alone. The top row did not really start filling up until about the 5th inning. I also felt alone because the row in front of me was thick with Cub fans. Then the "the only thing I hate more the cubbies are those cryin' cubbie fans" team took their seats in the row in front of me and I didn't feel quite so alone anymore.<br /><br />Things I hate at the ballpark: walking from one end of a row to the other without sitting down anywhere in that row. Actually, that's the extreme case that happened Friday night when about four morons, seeing I was the only one sitting in the row, decided they'd interrupt my dinner instead of going back down the stairs and coming up on the other side of the section like polite people do. Their seats were 4 rows down or so, but they couldn't be bothered to correct their mistake without annoying me. What I normally see is some guy sitting in seat 4 deciding he needs to head down the row toward seat 24 to get to the opposite aisle. Why inconvenience only 3 people when you can annoy the crap out of 20?<br /><br />Things I really hate: people returning to their seats during an at-bat.<br /><br />Things that just look silly: people standing up in their seats talking on their cell phone waving at someone in another section. Dude, give it up. They can't see you. If you're in my line of sight and someone is in the batter's box, see "Things I really hate" as well.<br /><br />One thing about Cub fans at Busch stadium -- Since the new ballpark opened up, the ones I have encountered have mostly been more mature than the Cardinal fans I've noticed at Cub-Cardinal games. You read that right, I said "more". I realize that Cardinal fans have many valid reasons to gloat (10 World Series titles to 2 is a great beginning), but there is an art to "taunting" that Cub fans visiting St. Louis seem to be better steeped in than Cardinal fans. It's one thing to wear a "Got rings?" T-shirt or "Completely Useless By September". It's another thing to go out of your way to make an absolute ass of yourself just to demean a Cub fan. In the past 3 years (mostly in 2006, really) I have seen Cardinal fans crossing that line too many times, while Cub fans have mostly laughed along with their counterparts. When riding the Metro-Link after the game in which the Cubs had won that series 2 games to 1, we'd tell Cub fans in our car, "Hope you enjoyed your World Series!" and they'd laugh knowingly. Meanwhile, I wore my Cubs "Cry" T-shirt to one game in 2006 and 3 Cardinal fans mistook me for a Cub fan because they were too stupid to read the T-shirt carefully.<br /><br />Friday night, the Cub fan right in front of me was wearing Samardzija jersey. I told him I graduated from the same high school as Jeff. He immediately identified my home town and told me that at Wrigley, fans were generally clueless that he was called up the other day. From that remark I discern that my feelings would be opposite if I mostly experienced this rivalry in Chicago rather than in St. Louis. I'll tell you one thing: I'll NEVER sit in the outfield bleachers at Wrigley. Never. When I sit in the outfield bleachers at Busch and the visiting team hits a HR near my section, invariably I am embarrassed to hear idiot Cardinal fans imploring the person who caught the ball to "Throw it back!" I yell at the top of my lungs, "Do NOT THROW IT BACK!" Unbelievable, that this pitiful Wrigley custom should ever be emulated at other ballparks. It is, in fact, against ballpark rules everywhere to throw anything onto the field of play. It is also a crime to throw it away when you could hand it to a kid if you don't want it. It's incredibly juvenile and it should be beneath Cardinal fans. Fortunately, the denizens of the Left Field bleachers at Busch have a rule (they even sell T-shirts with all their rules printed on the back) that says, "If you get a ball, keep it or GIVE IT TO A KID. This is not Wrigley Field!!!" Amen, brother.<br /><br />Back to that Cub fan Friday night: After Schumaker made that outstanding catch near the right field foul line, he reached back and gave me a high five. In the 5th inning, an outstanding play by Albert with runners at second and third, and my new Cub fan friend is now hanging out a few rows lower and high fiving Cardinal fans. See what I mean?<br /><br />Funniest moment: Friday night, Dempster bunted a ball about 5 feet. Yadi obviously tagged him out, but he still ran to first base and then acted like he should have been safe.<br /><br />A new feature at Busch stadium this year: According to fans at Busch stadium, the most popular celebrity in Chicago is Michael Jordan, not Oprah Winfrey, the best former Cub/former Cardinal closer is Bruce Sutter, not Lee Smith, and the exact distance between Wrigley Field and Busch Stadium is 302 miles.<br /><br />That "1" guy who does between inning entertainment made a bet with his cub fan friend. The one whose team is lower in the standings has to get his head shaved -- by Fredbird.<br /><br />Gone, so far anyway, is the custom of playing that video of Jack Buck singing Take Me Out To The Ballgame at Wrigley during the 7th inning stretch. I'm guessing they felt it was time to retire it rather than over do it.<br /><br />Leaving Friday night, I saw a Cub fan wearing a tshirt that says "Another 08". An interesting shirt. Certainly a laudable wish: to repeat as Central Division champs (in fact to make it a 3-peat). And yet, I could not help thinking, "Another 08" - you mean another LDS division sweep. Frankly, I'm already tired of the Cubs winning the division and then getting swept out of the postseason in 3 straight games. Way to represent, Cubbies. If you're just going to choke in October, could you do us a favor and leave the division title to someone else?<br /><br />On Saturday, a little boy in a Cubs uniform threw out the first pitch to honor autism day, and for a little guy it was an outstanding pitch. Joe Thurston didn't have to budge from his crouch to catch it.<br /><br />Yadi got his gold glove on Saturday. That thing looked awesome on the video screen.<br /><br />Clarkson EyeCare clues on Sunday: TV & radio invented, Haley's comet -- twice, and 5 states added to U.S. Answer? Things that happened in the last 100 years.<br /><br />A separate entry will discuss a certain bit of controversy that happened on Sunday.<br /><br />All in all, a successful series. The Cardinals are still in first place and lead the Cubs by 3 games. They gained a game on them this weekend, and they're still doing a lot better than I thought they would.<br /></span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-13943409995645617872009-04-13T00:56:00.004-05:002009-04-13T01:07:04.458-05:00Making a liar out of Jesus?As it says in <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898">my profile</a>, I dabble in supply preaching and one of my interests is theology (with a bias toward Christian theology). Next Sunday is the First Sunday after Easter or the Second Sunday of Easter, whichever you prefer, and in my neck of the woods (woods = Christianity, neck = ELCA), there's a passage from the New Testament reading for that Sunday (1 John 1:1 - 2:2) that we often recite on Sunday mornings as part of the Corporate Confession and Forgiveness that is part of the Service of Holy Communion: <a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=106597270">1 John 1:8-9 (NRSV)</a> - "If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. But if we confess our sins, he who is faithful and just will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness." I had to look it up to get the quote exactly right, but mostly I typed it from memory as I suspect most my fellow ELCA Lutherans could do as well.<br /><br />Sometimes it's the next verse that really catches your eye -- you know, the one that doesn't get recited in church on Sunday.<br /><br />(The "Read more" feature doesn't seem to work for this post, so click <a href="http://jamessquire.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-liar-out-of-jesus_13.html">here</a> to read the rest of this post.)<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />The next verse is <a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=106597343">1 John 1:10 (NRSV)</a> - "If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us."<br /><br />Maybe verse 10 is viewed as a repeat of verse 8, I don't know. Upon closer examination, I think verse 10 is actually saying something different than verse 8: in verse 8, "we" make a liar out of ourselves, while in verse 10, "we" make a liar out of "him".<br /><br />The other difference is the content of the lie itself: in verse 8, "we" lie to ourselves that we have no sin when we really do. But in verse 10, somehow if we "say that we have not sinned" (which sounds the same as "say that we have no sin"), "he" (Jesus) lies about something, and how can that be possible?<br /><br /><span class="fullpost">First of all, what's the lie he supposedly tells -- if we say we have not sinned? That's screwed up right there, isn't it? We say we have not sinned (and by verse 8, the writer seems to be saying we're lying), and that makes a liar out of Jesus??<br /><br />This is strange, wonderful, mysterious, irrational world of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. In chapter 2, the writer casts Jesus as an "advocate" and as the "atoning sacrifice for our sins". A substitution is being proposed here. We sin, and Jesus atones for it. Do NOT feel self-conscious in the least if you find this transaction illegal/impossible/whatever. It is perhaps the most irrational, objectionable salvation proposal I've ever heard of.<br /><br />On the other hand, don't be fooled into thinking I don't buy into this proposal. I very much do: (1) I truly believe that the human condition with respect to sin is so dire that such a desperate and seemingly unfair measure is the only way to truly rescue us from the wrath of our creator, (2) since God himself is the only one this transaction is unfair to and he is the one who is instigating this transaction, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?<br /><br />And therein lies the lie: Jesus has said, "I take your sin, make it my own, and put it to death on the cross." "If we say we have not sinned," we have declared Jesus' confession to be a lie, for we apparently had no sin for him to take but he claims to have taken it anyway.<br /><br />But it's not simply that we lie about having no sin. What I think the writer is really saying is that by saying we have not sinned, we retain our sin that Jesus claimed to take, so when he says he took our sin, we nullify that assertion and we make him a liar. Interestingly enough, it would seem that we're the ones due punishment for Jesus' lie, though that is merely a side-effect of the fact that retaining our sin means we insist on paying for it ourselves.<br /><br />Just some thoughts that may or may not end up in my sermon this Sunday...</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-58339459948270235462009-04-06T20:47:00.005-05:002009-04-12T22:46:01.835-05:00Opening Day: Snow Flakes in St. LouisSnow fell pretty hard this morning. What I didn't see as I looked out the 2nd story window of our office building was that it was melting on impact. An hour later, it had stopped. That's snow in April, I guess. There's also some kind of freeze warning going on right now, either tonight or last night I can't remember which.<br /><span class="fullpost"><br />I was a bit worried about a snow/rain-out, but by noon that seemed unlikely. I had arranged to work early in the morning so I could go to Opening Day, Cardinals vs. Pirates, first pitch just after 3 pm CDT. I hit the road around 1:15 or so, headed as I always do for the Hanley Station Metro-Link stop.<br /><br />I should know better: On Opening Day, you either get to the Metro-Link about 4 hours before game time, or you make alternate plans. I forgot this Opening Day fact, and I don't improvise well when trying to get somewhere. The only other Metro-Link station I know how to get to I missed the exit for because there's been a lot of renovation around that exit. So, there I was flying down I-70 toward downtown St. Louis, trying to think how to get to other Metro-Link stations and coming up empty, well... to make a long story short, I did a nice roundabout tour of downtown St. Louis, with a side trip to Illinois just for laughs, and finally ended up parking at the Kiel Center parking garage and walking to Busch from there. I missed the parade, but I didn't miss the first pitch. I'd feel more penitent, except the Cardinals are only my #2 team. Still, it was kinda of a lame performance on my part.<br /><br />It was 38 degrees, but I'd love to know what the wind chill was. Until about the 8th inning, maybe 5 snow flakes fell on the park, plus 2 rain drops. After that, we started getting a handful of flakes/drops per minute. If you heard it snowed today in St. Louis, nah, not really. But it sure was cold.<br /><br />While I wasn't paying attention, apparently Rick Ankiel grew a mustache.<br /><br />Adam Wainwright threw 40+ pitches in the first two innings. His counterpart, Paul Maholm didn't even throw 20 to get his first 6 outs. The Cardinals squandered 2 out doubles in each of those innings. Then in the 3rd, the Redbirds used 5 singles to score only 2 runs and I was concerned. Every single was station-to-station, partly because they were all hit hard and right at the outfielder, and partly because the Cardinal starting lineup maybe didn't have enough speed to score from 2nd.<br /><br />But Wainwright settled down and had two innings with pitch counts in the single digits.<br /><br />A guy sitting behind me in the RF Bleachers was telling his buddies about a conversation he had with a beer vendor: "Hey, the beer is smaller this year!" "Yeah, but the price didn't go up." Dude: Yes it did. Do the math.<br /><br />In the 5th, Adam Wainwright stroked a double off Maholm, but was stranded. In the 6th Wainwright faced Maholm, and for reasons passing understanding he walked him on 4 straight pitches. I don't know if he felt guilty or he wanted to make Maholm run the bases like he had to. The former makes no sense, of course, but in 38 degree weather with a stiff wind, I'm thinking the latter makes no sense either.<br /><br />Santa Claus was in the house, that's how wintry it seemed. Yep, sitting right behind the Cardinal dugout.<br /><br />Contests: The traditional Clarkson Eye-Care quiz was the kind of lame, lame contest Busch Stadium III has been known for at least half the time. The first clue was "MidSummer Classic" Say no more, a toddler knows the answer. The woman sitting next to me said, "Even I know the answer to that one." Her words, not mine. I don't remember the 2nd clue, but it was equally obvious. The 3rd clue was "4 times in St. Louis". See, Busch Stadium like to sacrifice challenge for theme sometimes. It really is lame. The other contest is a new one -- for Busch Stadium that is: Wheel of Fortune. So here's the board they gave the guy: ___NIN_ _AY __ __SCH _TADI__. Tell me your grandmother couldn't get that one. Go on, tell me. And then to top it off, 3 or 4 lunatics (guys) danced topless on the batters' backdrop in CF between the two sets of bleachers. Like this is a football game or something.<br /><br />Something weird looking: A guy wearing a Cardinal T-shirt with the number 43 on the back and the name "YAN". I assume that refers to Esteban Yan, former Cardinal reliever (I think? Didn't he spend about 15 minutes with St. Louis one year), but the name did look like it was sewn on after the shirt was made, so who knows?<br /><br />Since it was getting really cold in the 8th inning, Ryan Ludwick obligingly launched one deep into the LF bleachers (measured at a distance of 417 feet), then Chris Duncan reached first, to be replaced by pinch-running speedster Joe Thurston (O Joe, where were you in the 3rd inning?) who EASILY went from 1st to 3rd on Skip Schumaker's single. Now that's speed. I asked for a deep fly ball next. What we got looked too shallow to RF, but Moss made one of the worst throws I've ever seen and Thurston scored (he may have scored anyway). At first I thought Moss was trying to double off Schumaker, but he threw it in the direction of home, not first. If I recall correctly, the 1st basemen was the cut-off man, so maybe he was just trying to hit him with the throw. What he hit instead was the turf, not once but twice. Skip skipped over the ball back to the bag, and the ball ended up rolling in to the catcher after Thurston had already made it to the dugout.<br /><br />Jason Motte, welcome to the 9th inning. First pitch was immediately deposited into the left-center gap, putting a runner on 2nd. Jason got a couple of outs, but mixed in with that, he became the 2nd Cardinal pitcher to walk a Pirate pitcher, and he hit a guy. Also a former Tampa Bay Ray by the name of Eric Hinske dumped one into shallow left field. So, with the bases loaded, Jack Wilson stepped up to the plate. I thought, OK, Jason was just toying with the lefties until a righty came up. He quickly worked the count to 0-2, and then he must have laid a fat one in there, and the next thing I knew, Rick Ankiel was watching it bounce off the wall. 3 more runs in, Pirates up 6-4, moans and groans all around, Cardinal fans acting like the season is over (when the Pirates finally made the 3rd out, a medium sized chorus of boos rained down on the home team as they headed toward their dugout). Albert got his 3rd hit of the day, but was stranded at first, and Jason Motte knows the pain of a blown save that turns into a loss for the team. Some fans acted like that was still Izzy out there: "Time to find a new closer!"<br /><br />I wonder if Khalil Greene can handle the cleanup spot behind Pujols. Ankiel was on first one inning, and after a passed ball he scampered to 2nd, and sure enough, Pittsburgh completed the intentional walk to Albert.</span>Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-87149622368121150482009-04-06T20:34:00.002-05:002009-04-06T20:47:00.314-05:00Belated congrats to the RaysA long time ago... well, almost 6 months ago actually, I prematurely wrote <a href="http://jamessquire.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-try-tampa-bay.html">Nice try Tampa Bay</a> after they blew game 5 at Fenway and got beat by Beckett in game 6.<br /><br />I am so glad the Rays proved me wrong. Unfortunately, I never got around to eating my words on this page (they tasted very good, by the way) because I got busy with something, and then I started shifting gears to College Basketball which is my passion the other 6 months of the year, so I left that post hanging out there all this time. Any lengthy recap now seems weak at best, to say nothing of the fact that I don't remember all that much about it anymore. I do remember that Matt Garza decided early on to start pitching inside, and the Rays played a lot of good small-ball (assuming I know what that phrase means, which I pretty much don't). I wanted to see them prevail in the World Series, and they almost brought it back to the Trop, but still, to see them top the Red Sox to win the pennant was really something special, and I can't emphasize this enough: it was extra special because they ALSO WON THEIR DIVISION. Florida Marlins, take note, please.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-64795937240038232912008-10-19T00:13:00.002-05:002008-10-19T01:34:09.437-05:00Nice Try, Tampa BayI'm still planning to recap a relatively successful White Sox 2008 season, but in the meantime, I have been rooting hard for the Rays to win the pennant (a) because I hate the Red Sox, and (b) because I hate the Wild Card and would love just once to see a World Series without any Wild Card teams in it.<br /><br />But as I write this, the ALCS is all tied up at 3-3 with game 7 tomorrow night at Tropicana Field. In spite of the fact that Tampa Bay has the home field advantage for this 1 game to decide the AL pennant, I believe they are basically done for.<br /><br />Like all Tampa Bay fans and a lot of other fans elsewhere, I was absolutely loving the butt-whupping the Rays were giving the Red Sox at Fenway this week. As game 5 rolled into the 7th inning, I was reveling in the idea of watching them frolic in front of all those Boston fans. In short, like the Rays and Joe Maddon, I was failing to rise to the occasion.<br /><br />In retrospect, the sudden meltdown and inhuman Boston comeback was kind of inevitable. For 24 innings at Fenway, things had just been way too easy for the Rays. It was almost as if the equilibrium of the universe was dangerously out of sync, and what happened was a correction. This really was supposed to be a hard fought series going 7 games, and when TB had such an easy time of it at Fenway, they and we failed to realize that a healthy dose of paranoia was called for.<br /><br />These are not your Father's Red Sox. They have an incredible mojo or something. I don't care if you're up 20-0, 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th, Jason Varitek is down to his last strike: They never stop believing. Never.<br /><br />I won't say that Maddon letting Balfour pitch to Papi in the 7th inning of game 5 was a mistake, but I will say that, looking back, that appears to be one of those moments where a little paranoia is called for. Balfour had pitched well in game 1, but not so much in game 2. He had not pitched since game 2. To go to him because he's been big for you all season long is not a bad way to look at it, but unfortunately there are moments in post-season where something more than competence is called for.<br /><br />Joe Maddon said he wanted Balfour and Wheeler to get the final outs. A fair question emerges from the ashes of that debacle: Why, in a mix-and-match bullpen, do you suddenly say that 2 specific pitchers are destined to close out this game? There must have been a lefty in the bullpen to go to. Let him face Pedroia, OK. But Papi? These are the moments that call for greatness, not simply competence. I don't care how many times Balfour may have gotten him out during the season, this is the big prize, and these are the Red Sox. If you bring a lefty in and Papi still goes yard, then you throw up your hands and say it just wasn't meant to be. And then you regroup with a 3-run lead. Certainly if you weren't paranoid before, you become paranoid now.<br /><br />But if you bring in Miller or Howell (who ended up coming in anyway) and they retire Papi, then you have a 7-1 lead after 7 and you've just dodged a major bullet and shortened the game down to 2 innings. You've blunted the momentum and given your bullpen more room to breathe in the 8th. More "Sweet Caroline" Red Sox fans (Boston Globe's Bob Ryan's name for bandwagon Boston fans) leave the park.<br /><br />In short, especially with the Red Sox, when you get them down to the ground, you place your foot on their neck and press down hard, and you don't let up one iota until the game and series is over. Even as you crush their neck, you pay attention to their foot and make sure it can't try to kick you in the head.<br /><br />Having failed to do that, having allowed the cat to get out of the bag so to speak, it was inevitable that Beckett would not have another meltdown like he did in game 2. It is also not surprising that the Rays' bats have gone silent again. And I don't believe the Rays players can block out of their mind the fact that this pennant is slipping away from them. Joe Maddon may not have been kicking himself on the flight back to Florida, but I predict on Monday he will be.<br /><br />And that's the harsh cruelty of postseason: one misstep, even a very slight one, can make all the difference in the world, especially if you are playing a team of ruthless competitors.<br /><br />Tomorrow night it is Jon Lester vs. Matt Garza, and if Tampa Bay is to prevail somehow, Garza will have to rise to the occasion like he's never had to do before. Jason Bartlett must develop nerves of steel overnight. Evan Longoria must make every AB count (he's grounded into at least 3 DP's this series). And Joe Maddon must be willing to be a little paranoid and think outside the box. A small dose of "what are they up to now" might just serve him well.<br /><br />I don't believe Jon Lester is going to have another game like his game 3, either. And the Red Sox have their mojo working for them again. Somehow the Rays have to ramp up their game without succumbing to the pressure.<br /><br />If they can do that, they will truly earn a high place in history. At this point, I'm betting against it. They still have my undying respect and I think they have the undying respect of the Red Sox and Yankees (if not their fans), regardless of what happens. But they are about to learn the harshest lesson of all: fail to keep the peddle to the metal right up to the bitter end, and your reward is a couch-side seat for the World Series and an offseason of "What-if" nightmares.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-52331992345736008682008-09-28T00:46:00.002-05:002008-09-28T02:07:25.846-05:00Musings on a strange seasonI have lived in St. Louis for the past 28 years and am known here as a die-hard Cardinal fan. But over the past couple of years, I have rediscovered the truth about myself: I have always been and always will be a die-hard White Sox fan first and foremost. The Cardinals are merely my "second-favorite" team.<br /><br />The 2008 season is almost over, and White Sox fans are still hanging by a thread. We near the end of what for me personally has been the most excruciating season in my life. It has not been the most depressing season, not by a long shot. We still have it in our grasp to go to the post season with one day (officially) left in the season. Not only do we have a shot, but we still control our own destiny. Most years when I was growing up in Valparaiso, Indiana, the White Sox struggled to remain competitive and always fell short. In 2005, I was still a fairly inactive White Sox fan until mid-May when I suddenly noticed the team I was breast-fed on was running away with the AL Central division and that something truly special might be going on.<br /><br />I moved to St. Louis in 1980, and there was no internet, no world-wide-web, no mlb.tv, literally no way to actively follow my team apart from the box scores in the daily paper. I didn't even have cable for the first part of the 80's so there were virtually no White Sox games for me to watch on TV, and the White Sox were never on a truly powerful radio station of the caliber of the mighty KMOX here in St. Louis. In 1985, into that vacuum stepped Vince Coleman and the St. Louis Cardinals, and I had a new team to root for. I still took notice of the White Sox whenever I could, but I just couldn't commit to the relationship.<br /><br />Now, however, I can watch and listen to every game on-line, and I have connected on-line with other White Sox fans and found the motivation to get up to US Cellular Field a few times to take in games there. After intensely following the White Sox for a couple of years, I have come to realize that the Cardinals were never my #1 team, they were just keeping the seat warm. I actually feel more like a South Sider than a Gateway guy when it comes to baseball. The White Sox rev up their fans 5 minutes before first pitch in a way that makes Busch Stadium pregame festivities pale by comparison.<br /><br />But in all my years of following the White Sox -- most of them in the distant past -- I can never remember a year like this one. I have taken to calling the 2008 AL Central the "Hot Potato Division". Nobody seems to want to win the thing. Cleveland and Detroit were expecting to fight each other for it, and both got off to such disappointing starts that they have not been in it for a long time. Most pundits thought the White Sox and Twins would be fighting to stay out of the cellar rather than fighting each other for first place. And yet they both have become like Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed in Rocky I: unable to put each other away and seemingly happy just to go the distance. The minute one team jumps ahead of the other one, the 2nd place team jumps back in front again. The White Sox once upon a time had a 6.5 game lead, back before the All-Star break, but that evaporated almost as quickly as it emerged. Since the All-Star break most leads have been of only a half-game. Occasionally there has been a 2.5 game lead, but the team that has it just can't stand prosperity.<br /><br />The White Sox have also had one of the most comical, gut-wrenching first place runs I have ever witnessed. They have what has turned out to be a peculiar mix of personalities in the clubhouse, along with a manager who has exceeded even his own unusually high standards for controversy in a never-ending attempt to motivate his team. He has called his team out in the papers on numerous occasions, sparred with members of other teams, groused about his teams' second-class status in the city of Chicago (an aspect that was deeply ingrained in me growing up), and various other tactics almost always designed to take the heat off his players and put it on him. It worked well early on, but as the season has worn down to the end, these tactics don't seem to be working as well. We currently have a 4-man rotation that has been unstable, a bullpen consisting of precisely 2 reliable arms that cannot be used every day, and an offense that is sputtering.<br /><br />And we have had to deal with those piranhas from the north, that evil team that plays in the most ungodly home field advantage in all of sports, where home team lucky bounces seem to happen right when they need them to, and where frankly the home team can fundamental you right to death. The White Sox are built for power. The Twins are built for speed. Power can have its dry spells. Bats go silent from time to time. Speed and good bat control are more constant. The White Sox are 7-2 against the Twins at US Cellular Field. The Twins are 8-1 against the White Sox in the Metrodome, or as I affectionately call it, "The World's largest garbage bag." The Twins are a collection of misfits plus two left-handed juggernauts who don't seem to care if a righty or a lefty is on the mound. We just visited the Metrodome with a 2.5 game lead, and everything that could possibly go wrong there did. We left smarting from a painful walk-off loss and a .5 game deficit with 3 games left on the schedule (4 for us, if you count a make-up game with Detroit that may be necessary) having to hope somehow that lowly Kansas City, the perennial doormat of the division could somehow go there and beat the Twins at least a couple of times, while we eek out a victory or two against the Indians at home in Chicago.<br /><br />It seemed like a daunting task, but as fierce and pesky and annoying as the Twins are, they have so far been putty in the hands of the Royals, losing the first 2, one of which had their golden arm Francisco Liriano on the mound. In doing so, they have opened the door wide for us to retake the division lead at the most crucial time in the season: the finish line series.<br /><br />And we have inexplicably refused to enter, giving up crooked numbers in the 5th inning two straight games against the Indians. Starters that have been fairly reliable over the entire season did not last long enough to make it an official game (and thus be in line for a victory), and in each game, the reliever brought in to stem the tide has thrown gasoline on the fire instead. In both games, the sputtering offense has come to life again, but fallen just short, while the bullpen takes any additional support runs and given them right back again. Tonight, a 4 run 8th reduced a 6-run deficit to a 2-run deficit, and by the time the bottom of the 9th rolled around, the deficit was back up to 6.<br /><br />And so here we still sit, .5 game back going into the final day of the official season with still nothing resolved, looking back over a multitude of missed chances by both teams to run away with the division.<br /><br />The White Sox live by the homer and die by the homer. They can't bunt or move runners over if their lives depend on it. And the pitching breaks down at the most inappropriate times. We are like whales. We fear for our lives, we seek to intimidate you by our size and strength and power. We move slowly, we have trouble executing a run-down and sometimes in running the bases properly. We are a mess. We panic all the time.<br /><br />The Twins, by contrast, are a team that doesn't have much going for it. They can't overpower anyone. They can't pummel you to death. But they also do not panic, they are fearless, and they are relentless. They cannot be intimidated. They make plenty of mistakes, but no lead is safe with them. In the apt words of Bert Blyleven, color analyst for their TV broadcasts this past Thursday night, "They simply refuse to quit." Take a 5 run lead on them in the top of the 4th inning, and for the remaining 7 innings (starting with the bottom of the 4th), they will gnaw you to death. Piranhas are small, they are no match for whales or sharks, but they will pounce on any and all mistakes. They will make plenty of mistakes themselves, as they did in that 6-run 4th we had on Thursday, and you damn well better take advantage of them while you have them, because you know they will do the same. They have an infielder who one of these days will hurt himself sliding into first base, but against us every time he did it he was safe. He would have been safe by a mile if he had run through the base; I like to see such idiotic sliders actually pay for there mistakes by turning a hit into an out. Instead, he kicks up a lot of dirt, ignites the crowd, and leaves you shaking your head in disgust. It's really annoying.<br /><br />And yet, as we see the Royals take the first 2 in the Metrodome, the Twins can certainly be bested, even at home. So while the Twins have to be laughing their asses off at the futility that is the White Sox, they also have to be kicking themselves for failing to capitalize on it. Brandon Duckworth goes tomorrow for KC instead of their ace Zach Grienke, but the White Sox have also been spared Cliff Lee. Where 10-4 Scott Baker goes for Minnesota, 14-12 Mark Buehrle goes for the White Sox. The latter seems to be the most reliable choice for a big-game pitcher, but even he has had his slumps this year.<br /><br />And now in the final week of the season, one more thing added to the mix: the White Sox look like -- from the outside -- a team with a lot of internal turmoil, from the sulking switch-hitting left fielder grousing about riding the bench in Minnesota, to the flashy, temperamental shortstop who thinks he's the manager and can call out his teammates in public, to the mysterious pitcher who, since he joined the White Sox in 2006 has shown a lot of potential but somewhat disappointing follow-through and who was jawing with his catcher tonight in the midst of giving up 6 runs to the Indians ... the White Sox look like a team imploding from within at the worst possible moment.<br /><br />It is hard to imagine either one of these teams going very far in the postseason. Ironically enough, either the Royals or the Indians are probably a lot more capable right now of representing the division in the postseason than the two teams who are still alive for the final spot in the American League.<br /><br />But this has also been a very enjoyable and memorable season, which just adds to the agony, but which will come in another posting tomorrow or the next day.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-69641817064077080462008-07-22T12:39:00.003-05:002008-07-23T00:24:47.106-05:00All-Star game continued...Yesterday, Tom Verducci of SI was interviewed by Charlie Steiner of Baseball Beat (XM Radio channel 175, "MLB Home Plate"), and in the course of their conversation, the excitement and tension in this year's 15 inning All-Star game came up, and Verducci (originally a detractor of "This time it counts", by his own admission) pointed to the excitement in extra innings not only evident in the stands but also in the dugouts (where even players who had been replaced were still on pins and needles on the top step of the dugout) as proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that "This time it counts" is successful, and anyone who still doubts this is living in an alternate universe and doesn't know it. He might as well have used that famous line that is now regularly used with respect to the Wild Card: "The debate is over."<br /><br />I found <a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20080715&content_id=3138286&vkey=allstar2008&fext=.jsp">Cook delivers gutsy, memorable effort</a> to be an excellent recap of those tense extra innings. Even better was <a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20080716&content_id=3140111&vkey=allstar2008&fext=.jsp">Tenth inning provides All-Star drama</a>. It is certainly thrilling to read how Miguel Tejada's play for the final out in the bottom of the 10th nearly brought down the house.<br /><br />It is of course noteworthy that what brought down the house was not the AL (the home team) winning (in fact, this play was one of many that threatened to prolong the game past the endurance levels of both managers and probably many of the fans there), but simply a fantastic play. Let me underscore that again: a play that did not resolve this game that now "Counts!" I wonder if there's an object lesson there ....<br /><br />At any rate, my response to Tom Verducci would be: I'm not going to seriously argue that Home Field advantage in the World Series hanging in the balance may have heightened the drama last Tuesday at Yankee Stadium. After all, if the players and the managers believe it makes a difference, then it effectively does. I would only mention that famous logical fallacy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post_hoc_ergo_propter_hoc">Post hoc, ergo propter hoc</a>. Just because the game was terribly exciting after Bud Selig made this "tweak" in the All-Star game, does not prove cause-and-effect. More importantly, it does not prove that this "tweak" was necessary to make the players try that hard to win. Surely there are still old time fans alive who can remember when the players went all out to win the All-Star game at a time when the game had zero impact on the post-season.<br /><br />However, that has never been my argument against this gimmick, though I still question how big a deal it really is, since home field advantage only matters if the World Series reaches the 7th game.<br /><br />My argument is this: what is so wrong about treating this game like the exhibition game that it is??? To approach it from the opposite end, it is still obvious that this game is still basically an exhibition game when Terry Francona inserts his 3rd pitcher to begin the 4th inning of a scoreless game, and replaced Alex Rodriguez with Joe Crede at about the same time (and I'm a White Sox fan so I loved seeing Crede in there so early). If A-Rod had somewhere else to be later in the evening, then maybe there should be some way to replace him from the start (If the game <span style="font-weight:bold;">really</span> matters, then players should be able to adjust their schedules around that game, don't you think?). And if a pitcher is only allowed to pitch one inning, then maybe he should be replaced too. After all, if the game <span style="font-weight:bold;">really</span> matters, then everyone on the team should show up ready to play for real, not with a list of exemptions a mile long.<br /><br />Obviously this is still pretty much an exhibition game. To take what is pretty much an exhibition game and translate it into Home Field advantage in the World Series is illogical.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-66214155425310287122008-07-16T09:14:00.004-05:002008-07-16T21:00:13.216-05:00I want my All-Star game backEvery year, <a href="http://www.mid-majority.com/">Kyle Whelliston</a> goes into a self-imposed exile, avoiding at all costs any mention of the Super Bowl, trying his best to live his life as if that particular game does not exist. I had thoughts of doing the same thing this year with the All-Star game, but I was not up to the challenge. I settled for abstaining from watching or listening to it, but I still had to follow the game with <a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/mlb/gameday">MLB Gameday</a>.<br /><br />Yes, I want my All-Star game back. You know -- back when it was an exhibition game and everyone recognized this unassailable fact. "This time it counts" has kind of ruined it for me. I confess the one reason why I did follow the game on-line as mentioned is because I wanted to see if the NL could somehow win the game for a change. Alternatively, I was fascinated to find out what method to which the NL would resort to blow this particular All-Star game.<br /><br />When the game reached midnight and went into extra innings, I shut off my computer and went to sleep, dreaming of the game still ending in a tie. I was hoping to wake up the next morning to find out they were still playing. I would have laughed for a good five minutes.<br /><br />1. Has anyone considered that to assign home-field advantage to the World Series based on the outcome of a game where one league has the home-field advantage is asinine?<br /><br />2. When Bud "Darth Vader" Selig has to <a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20080715&content_id=3138003&vkey=allstar2008&fext=.jsp">send foot soldiers</a> down to each clubhouse in extra innings, saying, "Guys? You see that padlock on the clubhouse door? You're not getting out of here until one of you wins. You're here for the duration," you know the war has already been lost. You can't force people to play an exhibition game as if it is a one-game playoff for the final postseason slot if they don't naturally want to play it that way. Terry Francona used his third pitcher in the 4th inning (of a scoreless game) and took A-Rod out of the game in that same inning. You don't do things like that if the primary objective is to win the game.<br /><br />3. The game used to count 30 or 40 years ago. It doesn't anymore. Get over it, Bud. When at least half your pitching staff arrives at the game with little notes pinned to their uniforms: "Dear Mr. Manager, please do not use my pitcher for more than 1 inning or more than 25 pitches, whichever comes first. Thanks very much, signed, Mr. Pitching coach", you can't possibly manage as if your primary objective is to win the game. Face it, the days when you could use each pitcher for 3 innings and guys like Willie Mays could play 15 innings are gone. You can't get them back.<br /><br />4. It's a baseball game. The fundamental objective is to score more runs than the other team. If any player can't at least treat the game that way, they don't belong there in the first place. That said, there's really no reason to try to reinforce that imperative with band-aid measures like "This time it counts!" Of course Francona and Hurdle wanted to win the game, and so frankly do all the players involved in the game. But there simply are other concerns to be attended to as well, and you're never going to make winning at all costs the theme of this exhibition. So, why pretend to heighten the importance of the outcome -- beyond just the joy of winning the game all by itself?<br /><br />5. While we're at it, tell me this: Why is it the utter end of the world if the game does end in a tie???? I mean, I get that this is no ordinary exhibition game (ordinary exhibition games end in a tie all the time, every year, by the way, and nobody cares). Sure, it's on the national stage, and it is a little embarrassing. But a catastrophe of biblical proportions?? I don't get that. If you're that ashamed of the 2002 All-Star game, there are things you can tweak about the rules of the All-Star game itself (somebody a long time ago suggested allowing a catcher that has been replaced return to the game in extra innings if necessary), without resorting to this nonsense about home-field advantage in the WS. That's an incentive where none is really needed. What <span style="font-weight:bold;">are</span> needed are some special rules that facilitate managing this special game to a desirable conclusion without altering the basic flavor of the game.<br /><br />6. Billy Ripken was interviewed on MLB Home Plate (XM channel 175) and pinpointed something else that must change: we have to have contingency plans for all these players that show up with this or that restriction on their usage. He didn't make any concrete suggestions, but if a guy is not ready to go a reasonable amount in the game, there ought to be a way to say, "Ya know, come on up and soak up the atmosphere, enjoy your introduction, tip your hat to the fans, enjoy the parade, you earned it, but we're gonna put you on the disabled list for this game and bring someone else up for this game that can go longer so we're not so hamstrung."<br /><br />7. Billy's interviewer had the temerity to ask if the excitement of this year's game was significantly enhanced by "This time it counts!" Essentially, Billy's response was: "Are you kidding me???" Well put, Billy. If you can't find yourself with one foot on the top step of the dugout feeling the tension while Aaron Cook gets out of a bases-loaded-no-outs situation in the bottom of the 9th, you're not a baseball player. If you are sitting in the stands in that moment feeling the least bit bored, you're not a baseball fan. "This time it counts!" adds absolutely nothing to the excitement that is inherent in the sport itself.<br /><br />My goal next year is to pull a Kyle Whelliston for real this time: No voting, and completely ignoring baseball for 3 days in July. I don't know if I can pull it off, but Bud, if you're reading this and want me back as a fan of this game, give me <span style="font-weight:bold;">my</span> All-Star game back.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-41785716493207291152008-07-01T00:48:00.006-05:002008-07-01T02:13:14.567-05:00Requiem for adverbs"This team is doing things different than they used to ..."<br /><br />"He's throwing the ball pretty good right now ..."<br /><br />How often have I heard statements like these recently?<br /><br />I can only guess one of two things has happened: (1) the adverbs are on strike, (2) the adjectives banded together and started dressing up like adverbs and nobody noticed the difference.<br /><br />I need to point out a couple of things: (1) In my experience, the main culprits have <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> been athletes, for whom fluent communication is not necessarily what they are supposed to major in, but rather the play-by-play announcers and sports analysts (for whom fluent communication <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> what they are supposed to major in), (2) these statements I'm hearing are coming from people for whom English is their <span style="font-style:italic;">first</span> language.<br /><br />I was just watching the highlights for tonight's MLB games, and <a href="http://cincinnati.reds.mlb.com/team/broadcasters.jsp?c_id=cin#george_grande">George Grande</a>, "a 39-year veteran of the broadcasting business" and currently the TV voice of the Cincinnati Reds, announced Jerry Hairston's 3rd inning home run, "He hit it pretty good to left..."<br /><br />George, try this with me: "He hit it pretty <span style="font-style:italic;">well</span> to left..." He announced Griffey's walk-off home run the same way.<br /><br />Now, I certainly do not expect George, or anyone else calling a home run to double-check a grammar manual while the home run ball flies out of the park and the moment of excitement is gone forever. Obviously, fluent communication is something you learn ahead of time so that it becomes second nature, even in the heat of the moment. I'm thinking that the sports journalism community as a whole has been skipping the lessons on adverbs for some time now.<br /><br />Maybe we need <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Lehrer">Tom Lehrer</a> to come out of retirement and help us with his <a href="http://www.actionext.com/names_t/tom_lehrer_lyrics/l-y.html">L-Y</a> song:<br /><br />"You're wearing your squeaky shoes<br />And right there taking a snooze<br />Is a tiger, so how do you walk on by?..."<br /><br />I can just hear a sports announcer answer: "real quiet-like." Ugh. I actually can easily imagine hearing George Grande or John Rooney or Karl Ravech not only using an adjective to describe the verb "walk", but compounding the offense by using the adjective "real" to describe the adjective-masquerading-as-an-adverb "quiet" (the "-like" is added as an unconscious admission that "quiet" is the wrong form to use).Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-56700209911255731332007-07-29T18:50:00.001-05:002007-08-08T11:24:59.337-05:00Live Blogging and the NCAANow I understand why press row at a College basketball game generally doesn't have an internet connection.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.in-forum.com/Sports/articles/173327">The web info game</a> (The Forum of Fargo-Moorhead, North Dakota) reports that live blogging at NCAA events is a serious issue that they are trying to deal with, meaning they are trying to prohibit.<br /><br />A fantasy of mine as a blogger for fans of <a href="http://midconfans.blogspot.com">The Summit League</a> (formerly the Mid-Continent Conference) and now for fans of <a href="http://horizonleague.blogspot.com">The Horizon League</a>, which Valparaiso University is now a part of, has been to be able to blog a conference tournament courtside. I never seriously tried to pursue this because it seemed like a pipe-dream that I had no right to expect to be fulfilled. I just thought it would be neat. As it is, I have settled for posting my observations from my hotel room each night.<br /><br />At the same time, I have often noticed that the in-game scores of other games that play-by-play announcers relay during timeouts of the game they are doing are sometimes way behind where those games actually are, and in this age of the internet, I have wondered why that would be, since someone at the corresponding radio station should be able to keep up with other games better than that. Now I wonder if the above article explains in some sense why this would be so. I have been told that they get scores via phone hookups to the other schools in the conference, and the time it takes for the score to travel from the control room to courtside, plus the time it takes to reach a timeout so there is a chance to pass on those scores might well explain the disparity. It appears that they don't have an internet connection courtside, so they can't just directly check for updates. At the time, this seemed backward, but the above article presents some plausible reasons for this.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-82361280174667070782007-07-11T19:05:00.000-05:002007-07-11T19:12:39.682-05:00It used to matter tons more than it will ever count in the futureTo continue the thought, something else occurred to me. Interestingly enough, it was prior to the elimination of the reserve clause when the players truly played the All-Star game like it mattered. But long before "This time it counts", it stopped mattering as much as it used to. "This time it counts" is a cheap way to try to regain what has been lost forever. <br /><br />Which is not to say that it was qualitatively better back then. Maybe it's wrong for this game to matter so much, and maybe player freedom (free agency) has helped bring about that change.<br /><br />What it shows is that you can't take an exhibition game and <span style="font-style:italic;">manufacture</span> it's importance. For mixed reasons, the game result used to be the most important thing simply for pride's sake. Now it no longer is, and to think you can replace that with some gimmick like home field advantage for game 7 of the WS is preposterous, sort of like the Wild Card...Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-53861301648966225112007-07-11T01:04:00.000-05:002007-07-11T19:02:13.121-05:00"This time it counts" is a joke.Red Schoendienst remains the last Cardinal manager to win an All-Star game, beating Mayo Smith's AL squad, <a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/ALS/ALS196907230.shtml">9-3</a> on July 23rd, 1969 at RFK stadium, home of the brand new expansion Washington Senators.<br /><br />Whitey Herzog was 0 for 3 in a Cardinal uniform, and now Tony LaRussa is 0-2. Of course, in the 80's Herzog was almost the lone NL manager to lose in the MidSummer Classic, joined only by Tommy Lasorda in 1989. Tony LaRussa, on the other hand, is just one of 9 NL managers in the past 11 years to lose this game: Bobby Cox, Jim Leyland, Bruce Bochy, Bobby Valentine, Bob Brenly, Felipe Alou, Jack McKeon, and Phil Garner all failed to win, with only Bob Brenly being spared the loss in that fateful 2002 game that has now given us "This time it counts!"<br /><br />Really?<br /><br />1. The only way it counts for anything is if there is a WS game 7. Just for the record, 2002 was the last time the WS went the full 7 games, and "This time it counts" didn't start until 2003. The Marlins and the Cardinals won without it, and in fact, the Marlins had the same number of home games as the Yankees, and the Cardinals had 3 home games to the Tigers' 2. The White Sox and the Red Sox had it and didn't need it; they both swept in 4. So, in practice, the All-Star game result has meant zilch so far.<br /><br />2. Joe Buck, among others, keeps <a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20070710&content_id=2079307&vkey=allstar2007&fext=.jsp">babbling</a> about how it has changed the way the game is managed. "What we've noticed in talking to managers who have a reason to try and win and gain home-field advantage in the World Series -- whether it's [AL manager Jim] Leyland this year, and I think it's farfetched with [NL manager Tony] La Russa -- for the guys doing the game, it makes it more fun and interesting because there is strategy involved. Because of roster moves that have more to do with strategy. We like it. It's something that has added to our conversation during the course of the game. It's been debated for years now. It enhances it." Tim McCarver chimes in with "It affects the managers more than the players. It's farfetched to think if Carl Crawford is batting with two out and a man on second base in the ninth, he's saying, 'Let's win this for David Ortiz, so the Red Sox can win home-field advantage.' That's not the case. But for the manager, that is the case. I think Tony and Jim will be playing to win, and prior to this format, I don't think they played to win. First and foremost, thoughts were on playing to get guys into the game."<br /><br />Hogwash. Apparently neither one of them was paying attention when Jim Leyland said that <a href="http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070710/SPORTS0104/707100355/1129/SPORTS0104">winning was not the most important thing</a>. By some accounts, ARod didn't score because he decided not to pull a Pete Rose and crash into the catcher at home plate, though the AL ended up winning anyway. LaRussa held Albert Pujols back in case the game went into extra innings so that he wouldn't run out of position players.<br /><br />If it <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> counted, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to pinch-hit Pujols in the 9th or sooner for someone, and then figured out the defensive alignment if it came to that later. He would have played for the win in the 9th and made do in extra innings with whatever was left.<br /><br />The truth is, for some time now, winning has taken a back seat to showmanship and satisfying the wishes of individual teams. Whitey Herzog in 1983 at least said so openly: I don't care about winning, I care about giving everyone a chance to play. He was probably exaggerating his indifference a bit, but the truth is, today's All-Star manager has a roster of players who often come with notes from their team saying, "Don't play my guy" or "My pitcher only goes 1 inning." The starters aren't chosen by the managers unless the leading vote getter has to bow out with an injury. There are all kinds of considerations besides winning involved here. Jim Leyland purposely placed his 3 Tiger starters at the bottom of the order to dispel any suggestion of favoritism and asked his own right fielder Ordonez to move to left instead of Vlad Guerrero. It's not that these moves were ridiculous. It's simply that he had higher concerns than simply winning the game.<br /><br />The truth is, this game is still an exhibition, and nobody really acts like it counts all that much. To suggest that it is a very important game in the middle of a given season is the height of stupidity. Deep down inside, nobody truly believes it.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246713.post-1126504208734676642005-09-12T00:03:00.000-05:002005-09-12T00:50:08.790-05:00IntroductionThis Blog will contain my thoughts on a variety of subjects, including NCAA Basketball, Major League Baseball, peace in the Middle East, US Politics and foreign policy, Christian theology and preaching, and other topics that reveal themselves to me.Jim Squirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168888140630070898noreply@blogger.com0