Wednesday, February 25, 2015

When your ballpark is no more

Few things beat a fine summer night at the ballpark.
At first, I treated the news that the Pawtucket Red Sox would likely be moving to Providence with a sort of benign dislike.

I don't like the Red Sox, but Pawtucket is only about an hour away, so I've gone to several games there. The ballpark isn't the greatest, certainly not Hadlock Field in Portland, the absolute gem where the Red Sox AA affiliate plays, but it's a nice place to watch a game. The first time I went, I was actually pleasantly surprised, as I had only seen the park on TV, and the high backstop behind home plate makes the place look completely soulless when shot by the center field camera.

The neighborhood the park is in isn't the nicest you'll ever see, but the parking is right across the street, and the walk gave my wife and I the priceless moment of seeing Carl Pavano's picture adorning a lamppost as a famous former PawSox player ... above a handicapped parking space. Someone had to have planned that, we thought.

But I also know how these things go. Providence is probably going to build them a beautiful little stadium in a prime location, and although it'll be a little bit longer of a drive, especially when you consider Providence traffic, it's not like the team is moving all that far away.

And I must confess, I'm looking forward to games in Hartford while visiting my in-laws once the New Britain Rock Cats move there.

Then I read this today from Dan Barry, the author of “Bottom of the 33rd: Hope, Redemption, and Baseball’s Longest Game," which, of course, took place in Pawtucket.
"As the years passed, the city’s infrastructure declined, its once-ubiquitous newspaper lost most of its circulation, and even its tired zoo — featuring a beleaguered local celebrity, Fanny the elephant — mercifully closed. The children and grandchildren of millworkers moved up and out, to Cumberland, to Lincoln, and across the Massachusetts line, to Attleboro. Other immigrants settled into the triple-deckers looming over narrow streets, seeking elusive stability during fits of protracted recession, while entrepreneurs imagined other uses for old mills.

But Pawtucket always had McCoy, where future Red Sox stars made their names, and often returned when on rehab assignment. In these ways, Boston royalty was granted to a city nicknamed the Bucket."
And I started thinking about the ballpark of my childhood ... Heritage Park in Colonie, NY.

There was nothing special about the park. Across the street from the former Albany County Airport (more on that later), it was a utilitarian, symmetrical ballpark with mostly metal bleachers unless you ponied up a few more bucks to sit behind home plate.

But it was ours

I was a kid when the park opened as the home of the Eastern League Albany-Colonie A's, and it was amazing to me that professional baseball was within an hour of my parents' house, close enough that I was actually able to drive to games when I got older.

One night, my family and my friend Kenny went to a game, but it was rained out, and as we were driving home, there was some noise that cause Kenny to shout, "Listen! You can smell it!" We still sometimes pull that line out today.

I got my first autographs there -- future journeyman backup catcher Charlie O'Brien is one in particular that I remember -- and I was so excited to turn on a game one Saturday to see Mickey Tettleton playing for the A's, since I had seen him in Colonie not that long before.

One night, I bought a plastic replica A's helmet that I wore everywhere, until I cracked it so badly one night during an argument with my brother that my father threw it away. I was so mad.

Then the A's moved out ... and the Yankees moved in.

The Yankees, my Yankees, had a minor league team ... in Colonie! What could possibly be better?

Strangely enough, I don't have any memories of future Yankee stars playing at Heritage Park, and the team eventually moved, first to Norwich, CT (a Norwich Navigators hat is buried in my hat collection somewhere), and then Trenton, NJ.

Its replacement was an independent team, the Albany-Colonie Diamond Dogs. The games were still fun -- instead of the traditional activities, my bachelor party was my boys and me going to a Diamond Dogs game -- but it's clear in retrospect that the Yankees leaving and independent team coming in was the beginning of the end for baseball in Colonie.

The Tri-City ValleyCats were the end of the end. They got a nice ballpark in Troy, named for then-state Senate Majority Leader Joseph Bruno, who got the money for the field, and Heritage Park faded away, first as a relic with some depressing pictures before being torn down. I haven't been by the site in years, so I couldn't tell you what's there now.

(A side note, and back to the airport. After an expansion project, it is now Albany International Airport, and I once had the occasion to be there for a milestone in the project, the opening of the new parking garage. I was standing on the fringe of a conversation Bruno was having, when out of nowhere, his assistant came and yanked the juice box he was holding out of his hand. He snapped his head around and looked at her funny, and she just pointed to the site of the ceremony, which was about to start. I said to myself, "Someday, I want to be so big that I have someone to take my juice box.")

I haven't been to "The Joe" since it opened, and I once vowed to never go to the ballpark, angry that (in my mind) Heritage Park had to be sacrificed to Joe Bruno could have another plaything. My stance has softened somewhat, ever since the ValleyCats helped rebuild the field where I played Little League after it was damaged (along with most of my hometown, and my parents' house, although in my parents' case they were able to repair it) by floods from Tropical Storm Irene.

So maybe I'll go to a ValleyCats game someday. I'm sure I'll enjoy it if I do. But it'll never match my youth and young-adulthood at Heritage Park, the same way I'm sure a night at whatever beautiful stadium is built in Providence won't be the same as days and nights gone by in Pawtucket for people who have fond memories there.


Sunday, February 15, 2015

Alex Rodriguez "meets the press"

The scene -- New York Yankees spring training in Tampa, Florida.

The event -- Alex Rodriguez, back from a 162-game suspension, addresses the media.

"Thank you all for coming today.

I would like to start by saying that it's great to be back. I have always loved baseball, but a year away from the game has caused me to realized I love it even more than I thought, and I hope to earn my spot in the Yankees' lineup and help the team win another World Series.

That being said, I understand that I've made a lot of mistakes, the biggest being using performance-enhancing drugs. All I can say about that is that I'm sorry, and my time away from the game caused me to realize how selfish and foolish I was.

Looking forward, all I can do is try to be a better man.

I know one issue that has come up is the bonuses I am set to receive for reaching certain home run milestones. Because I realize it would be wrong for me to accept them, I have asked the Yankees, and they have agreed, to use the money toward funding scholarship for underprivileged children in New York and Miami. Those kids deserve the money more than I do.

I also realize that as I say this, none of this matters to any of you, as you probably have your stories about me making another phony statement already written, and are just looking for quotes from me to fill it in.

I am well aware that my original sin was not using PEDs, but having the unmitigated gall to sign the contract the Texas Rangers put in front of me. I have been able to do no right in your eyes since then.

Therefore, I can admit to using PEDs twice when David Ortiz -- who was a nobody before he took them -- has never admitted them, and you fall all over yourselves about how wonderful he is while I'm scum. I also know that I've just helped you write your stories, as now I've 'ripped' my 'friend David Ortiz to take heat off' myself.

Therefore, it was OK in your eyes for my own general manager to curse me out for daring to say that I'm ready to start playing again without wondering what his motivation might be.

Therefore, it was OK in your eyes for Major League Baseball to have had such a desire to come after me for Biogenesis that it would purchase stolen documents and for former Commissioner Bud Selig to never answer for how his office handled the investigation.

Therefore, it was OK in your eyes to not point out that I got a longer suspension because of everything I had done, while apparently everyone else involved in Biogenesis except for Ryan Braun must have been caught having done only one thing and for the first time in their lives.

So you know what else is OK? For you to write and say whatever you want. Because you know what else I've realized in the last year? There's nothing I can do to make you happy except retire immediately and never be seen again.

I'm sure you guys have a lot of questions, but too bad. I'm out of here. Go talk to Ortiz instead."




    




Saturday, February 7, 2015

The Olympics Boston may not want may be the Olympics Boston needs

In case you weren't aware, there has been just a little bit of snow in and around Boston in the last two weeks, and more could be on the way.

Along with the snow came failures in the region's rail and subway system, the MBTA, or "the T" for short.
"The primary problem that plagued the MBTA’s subway cars this week — and caused thousands of commuters to be stranded on Monday and Tuesday — is a familiar challenge to transit specialists that other cities solved years ago using modern technology.
Many of the stalled trains failed because their motors run on direct current, or DC, power, which malfunctions easily in light, fluffy snow like the more than 40 inches that has blanketed Boston in the past two weeks, MBTA officials say. Transit systems around the country have upgraded to newer alternating current motors, which withstand moisture far better."
The storms have been a tremendous headache, but for some, they have been an opportunity to point out what they see as the preposterous nature of Boston bidding for the 2024 Summer Olympics.


The first tweet is from my buddy Pizz (who is a good follow for a lot of reasons, but particularly if you're in the #NoBoston2024 crowd), and the second is from Dan Kennedy, a local journalism professor, author and media critic.

I'm fans of both of them, and they're both right about the T. It basically only runs well if the weather is like San Diego (although, from having been there, I can tell you that its rail system is far more modern than Boston's), and adding the Olympics to the current system would be an epic disaster.

However, I'd say those are less arguments against having the Olympics in Boston and better arguments for actually having them here.

Everyone knows the T is a disgrace, but no one will fix it. Why? Guess.
"You can cast a lot of blame in a lot of directions for the sad state of affairs, but the big culprit is pretty clear: state legislators, particularly those from outside Boston, who have spent the past 20 years whistling past the disaster.
They have known, for many, many years, that the state needs to spend a bunch of money on maintenance and upgrading of the MBTA. They don't care."
Also, this.

So if no one actually wants to fix the MBTA, or doesn't think they should have to be the ones to pay for it, what is it going to take for something to actually be done? It might take a large event that puts Boston on the world stage where failure would subject the city to endless ridicule and cripple its belief in being a world class city.

You know, something like ... the Olympics.

Such a thing would not be unprecedented even in recent history. The London Underground was upgraded for the 2012 Olympics, as was the Sea-to-Sky Highway from Vancouver to Whistler. I can only speak as a tourist, but having been to both in the last few years, I would say it was money well-spent.

There are less-scenic rides.
Are there issues with Boston's Olympic bid? Yeah. (Again, Pizz can tell you all about it.) Is it too bad that it would take something like an Olympics to actually make our state leaders do something about the awful rail system? For sure.

But is there any other way of getting it done. Barring a change of heart, I don't see any.