baseball


2
Mar 13

It came a blizzard of hyperbolic proportions

So it is cold. Overcast. It flurried all morning. The flurries were supposed to stay well north, but no, here they are in my yard.

We have baseball tickets. I’m still coughing a bit and fighting my sinuses, but I slept some last night and generally feeling a bit better. This is the beginning of feeling better, anyway. In a few more days I’ll be tip top.

Today, though, there is baseball. And snow flurries. Deep South in March, baseball and snow.

So I’m wearing thermals and a sweatshirt and a parka — I’m wearing my honest, actual parka — and we carry two blankets and hats and gloves into the stadium. I managed to stay warm for about seven innings. I imagine the only person that was really warm was Aubie:

Aubie

Even still, he had to work to keep up his body heat. Here he’s showing us a new dance:

It flurries for the first four innings and the last two innings. Nothing sticks, but for a brief time it was really coming down. It was all very hysterical. And I couldn’t feel my feet after a while.

Auburn won 14-7. We got snowed on. The guys from Eastern Illinois, who no doubt booked this southeastern swing to avoid a few days of winter, were probably less than pleased about all of that.

We got home and were just starting to prepare ingredients for dinner when we got a text invitation to join our friends Adam and Jessa at a Mexican restaurant. We closed the joint down. We should do this every week.


16
Feb 13

A sporty day

I’m standing on the parking deck, trying to simultaneously suck in the sun and hide in the stairs. That defeated the wind, but put me back in the shade. And it was cold. Windy and cold. Gloves, hat and scarf cold.

And so we sat, sniffly, watching Auburn take easy, steady control over Maine, who were the most comfortable people in the weather. The locals were coming and going, and it all had to do with the sun, which was behind a giant cloud for far too long.

A lady asked me if I had a child on either team. Her husband struck up a conversation, not realizing that when he asked me about the War Eagles thing he’d get an inning long conversation and a chamber of commerce speech. He was from California, by way of Georgia.

Turns out they were part of a family there to watch their son/nephew/cousin who was hoping to get into his first collegiate game. And then, after chatting with them for most of the game, the stadium announcer called his name.

Rock Rucker was brought in to pinch hit in the eighth inning. He fell behind 0-2 and then had the patience to wait for the pitcher to work his way into a full count and took a walk. So now his family, the folks of this first round caliber talent were very excited to see their guy standing on first base.

The next batter quickly doubled down the left field line. By the time the ball was getting out to the wall, 315 feet from the plate, Rucker was already touching second. He never slowed down and so we all celebrated his first score together:

Rucker

It can be easy to lose the proper perspective of collegiate sports, I think, until you meet the players’ families. They appreciate the game at a different, better, level.

This was the first game of a doubleheader, which Auburn won 12-3. I walked two blocks away to the aquatics center where The Yankee was in the Short-Course Yards Invitational

Here she is, in the orange Auburn cap, leaving the blocks in her first race:

RenDive

Mind you, she started out saying “I don’t know if I should sign up for any events.”

And I would say Go ahead, do one, have a good time, meet more people.

Then she came home one day and said “I signed up for three races.”

Today was her first race:

RenSwim

She had a good swim today, finishing second in the 200 freestyle.

Today she said “I might race as part of a relay, too.” So we’ll be back at the pool tomorrow afternoon.

After spending the rest of the evening at a very cold second baseball game. The sun had gone down by then, but Auburn won 4-3.

Then Chinese takeout, and resting up for tomorrow’s swim.


15
Feb 13

Pinnnnng!

Football wound down. We tolerated basketball for two weeks. Now we have the ping of ball off bat. Today was the opening day of the college baseball season.

Auburn opens their season with a four game homestand against Maine. Why Maine? Because the coach from Maine would rather be in the South in February. And he was handsomely rewarded today. Just a gorgeous evening for the game, even if we forgot the peanuts:

PlainsmanPark

A good game too. There are so many new players even veteran fans were diving for rosters. Even still, there were plenty of things to remind us all of seasons past in this close game. We had random bunts. There was an error at shortstop. We had fun with the good-natured heckling of the opposing left fielder.

And there we were, in the bottom of the 9th, in a tie game. Someone started the heckling chant version of the slow clap for the freshman left fielder. (Who had put together a nice game for himself.) To lead off the inning was Auburn’s new third baseman, Damek Tomscha, a junior college transfer brought in to add some defense at the corner. He took a hanging fastball and put it somewhere the pitcher hadn’t anticipated:

Earlier another one of the new players saved a home run:

And the bullpen looked sharp, too. Baseball season is here.

Oh, look, one of those sunset photos made it on the nice new AUSunset Tumblr. Follow her.

Tomorrow: Intolerably colder, but more baseball and one other important sport.


7
Dec 12

I wrote a review

Dave Brubeck, who invented the notes that landed between the things that you don’t play that mean you’re making jazz, recently died. Everyone that is knowledgeable about his importance to music can talk far more about this than I can.

But someone found footage of a concert he performed at Samford in the 1980s. Not sure why it is in black and white. Just enjoy the show:

Since I mentioned Bo Jackson yesterday … The War Eagle Reader asked me to write a little preview of the 30 for 30 on him, which debuts tomorrow. I had the chance to watch it last night:

The first story is from retired baseball coach Hal Baird, “I saw Bo jump over a Volkswagon.”

The second story, the one about Jackson standing in thigh-high water and doing a standing back flip, is from one of his coaches at McAdory High School. I’ve heard that one from a few different people that fit in that period of Jackson’s young life.

There’s the story about Jackson throwing a football up to the scoreboard before the Sugar Bowl. Randy Campbell told me that one himself.

Dickie Atcheson, his high school football coach, talks about Jackson using a pole vault pole designed for 180-pounders. Bo cleared 13 feet at 215 pounds.

There’s another story where he literally destroyed a batting cage in front of the top scout for the New York Yankees. In high school. With one hit.

Baird didn’t mention the story about hitting three home runs into the lights at Georgia as a freshman. No one told the story about the home run he hit that carried halfway over the football field. The one about when he came back to the high school after his hip replacement. He was still faster than everyone, including the kid that would capture most of his high school records.

Bo Jackson was amazing:

Bo Jackson is amazing. Always will be.

I only wish the documentary covered Bo Bikes Bama. Because HE SCARED TORNADOES OUT OF THE STATE.

You Don’t Know Bo was directed by Michael Bonfiglio (you can read TWER’s interview with him here). It premieres on ESPN on Dec. 8th at 9 p.m.


26
Oct 12

Fortune-ate one

We had Chinese for dinner tonight. We’d ventured out to watch major league baseball players take some batting practice for a good cause. It was a home run derby and some of these guys needed the cuts.

The Atlanta Braves’ Tim Hudson does this every year for his foundation, which provides financial help to children and their families living with a life-altering or terminal disease. He put pitchers against field position players this year. The pitchers had a shorter fence, and that brought the entire event down to the last at bat, by Hudson, a pitcher, who happened to be an excellent batter in college.

And so he won the thing. The fix was in, surely. But probably not. No one cared. They raised almost $15,000 tonight.

So we had Chinese after, because nothing sounded good to anyone and I thought Chinese would be convenient and everyone likes Chinese and the place we go would still be open for takeout.

Only they were still open for dine in, so we ate there and got fortune cookies and everything.

Mine was pretty good:

fortune

Pretty good “news” for a Friday night.