Contest THIS!

So I know this guy…well, I guess you could say he’s my cousin…okay, well, he is my cousin.  He said to me…or rather he proposed that I…he really just asked if he could publish something here.  It’s for some sort of…kind of like a…a feat of skills.  You know, for cash prizes…or major awards…or intellectual superiority…or something he really wants.

So by way of introduction (one in which I had nothing of substance to offer), here is Ryan Irwin’s essay on censorship:

The bubonic plague. The Great Influenza of 1918. SARS. Mad Cow Disease. Swine Flu. All of these illnesses caused wide spread panic in every corner of the earth. Doctors and nurses scrambled to cure
and prevent the illnesses that threatened to infect and kill much of the world’s population. Through the miracle of modern medicine, those diseases of the body are being held in check. However, there
is a disease of the intellect that continues to infect much of the United States and has been the bane of Europe and Asia. This disease is censorship. Held in the United States as a fundamental right, free speech and the ability to hold any viewpoint, no matter how unpopular, is being limited in the very country in which it was founded. College campuses across the US, in a short-sighted attempt to maintain harmony, have reserved the right to censor speech in their respective communities.

Although there is some merit to the idea of “ignorance is bliss”, in reality it is perhaps one of the most disastrous practices of an institution of higher learning. Every liberal arts college in the country preaches critical thinking as a cornerstone of education. By employing censorship to police and perhaps control ideas floating around their campuses, college administrators are not only breaching students’ first amendment rights, but are conceding that the quality of the education they provide does not adequately prepare students to discern the difference between beneficial ideas and half-baked notions.

So how does one provide a cure for such a debilitating disease? Much like protecting oneself against the flu, ideas can also be protected through inoculation. Counter arguments to a firmly held belief act like a flu shot; once the brain realizes that the belief in question is under attack, it starts building defenses that are ready to defend the belief if questioned again. Not only does this idea of belief-inoculation allow people the ability to strengthen their own convictions, but it views opposing viewpoints as a positive and necessary adversary. Colleges that believe in the use of censorship to enforce their student handbooks are not only “reflecting the lack of confidence in themselves” as American Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart stated, but they are failing to provide their students with the tools necessary to defend their ideas in the real world.

Go with God, Ryan.

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Target Top Chef, or, The Seventh Ring of Hell (Warning: spoiler!)

(Spoilers below…sorry Zach…)

Okay, Top Chef producers, I give up.  At it’s best, the show should be about chefs cooking complicated (or at least deceptively complicated) plates of food while working against the clock.  At it’s worst, I expect a fair amount of bickering over an asinine kitchen decision or a HUGE blowup over an annoying personality (Marcel, Robyn, etc).  What part of footrace around Target to create and serve from a cooking station sounds dramatic?  Even with the whole arsenal of reality TV history at your disposal, you come up with a pandering-to-our-sponsors episode of boring challenges and bland food.

And a Sesame Street cookie creation Quickfire?  Really?  In your infinite wisdom, the chefs couldn’t have had a more difficult challenge than to bake cookies for glorified sock puppets? (Nothing against the hilarious voices from last night, though.  Elmo may have been the most entertaining element of last night’s show.)

I really need some closure on Angelo going home after watching bird-headed Carla peck through the aisles to find tablecloths for half of her cooking time instead of MAKING A FREAKIN’ DISH!  What kind of conclusion should we draw from this challenge!?  I don’t know Top Chef!  I have less of a clue than Carla!

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A Word on Pujols

After reading this article over at Yahoo! Sports, I started thinking over the possible suitors for a slugger’s services.  While I agree that it makes the most sense for the Cardinals to resign their franchise player, I think the Mariners might have some good reasons to put out an offer.

The Mariners need to create some buzz about the team.  Cliff Lee’s trade to the Mariners last off-season made a huge splash, but it didn’t make a lot of sense at that point in rebuilding.  Though they received Smoak in return (and his full potential has yet to be realized), I felt that the front office lost some momentum.  Signing the biggest free agent since A-Rod, maybe ever, risks putting a dent in the rebuilding process.  But if the M’s wager that Pujols stays healthy, productive, and draws fans over an 8-10 year contract, then the reward could be several playoff berths.  It would also offer fans some poetic justice for losing sluggers before their time.

The Mariners also need another franchise face.  King Felix holds court only once every five games and Ichiro will most likely retire in the span of Pujols contract, no matter where he signs.  The veteran presence of a Pujols-caliber position player demonstrates a commitment by the front office to  seriously contend for years to come.  Safeco’s store already sells the most merchandise of any Major League team, but a player like Pujols will bring a demand of Griffey-like intensity.

Most importantly, signing Pujols makes good baseball sense.  In the American League, he can shift from 1B to DH when the wear and tear of 162 games takes its toll in his mid-30s.  Further, right-handed sluggers fare well at Safeco.

The only issue at hand: money, of course.  No one can predict the moves of Mariners ownership for a player like Pujols, but it’s safe to say many teams that can afford him would see it as a good investment.  They have a lot of money coming off the books for 2012, so it depends on how much they’re willing to raise the payroll.  Bottom line: a team featuring the full potential of prospects Ackley, Nick Johnson, Jesus Montero, and the continued excellence of Felix, Guti, Ichiro, and Pujols would be a substantial threat.

They just need to write the really big check.

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Those San Francisco Moments

While I made a nice post about my current city, San Francisco will always be home, of course.  There are a lot of things to miss, so let me count the ways…

  1. Family and friends.  Easily number 1.
  2. Going to the beach–not just water and sand, Seattle, actual ocean.
  3. MUNI!  I know people can get really down on Muni, but when you’re in a place with NO light rail, you start to miss the train a lot.  (I’m not really talking about the buses, mostly because buses in most cities are pretty bad…)
  4. Burritos.  Yes, you can get authentic Mexican in Seattle, though all of us Californians will gripe about it anyway.  But you cannot get a true Mission-style burrito up here to save your life.
  5. Fog everyday.  Don’t get me wrong, Seattle can be foggy.  San Francisco is foggy.  It’s not a possibility, it’s not a chance…San Francisco is foggy.  The real questions are when, where, and for how long?
  6. Parochial neighborhoods.
  7. HUGE buildings.  Seattle downtown has some tall buildings (see: Columbia Tower), but the City has a LOT of tall buildings and a much larger downtown.  While back for Christmas, I marveled again at the scale of the financial district and was reminded why it’s the New York of the West Coast.
  8. Nightlife starts way later in San Francisco and stays open longer.  Washington State loves its archaic liquor laws and Seattle has some pretty strict nightlife-business restrictions.  Add onto this the corner liquor store.  State-run WA stores feel like communism.
  9. Diners.  We have a few up here that are pretty good, but I have found nothing like my favorites at home.  Maybe it has something to do with the small town feel of the City (oxymoron after #6, I know), but I miss my Village Grill and Red’s.
  10. National League baseball.  Yes, we just won the World Series.  Yes, I would say this regardless of last year’s season.  Pitchers should hit.
  11. Pac Bell Park.  Not AT&T Park, not SBC Park…Pac Bell Park until I die.  Easily the most scenic, majestic, iconic park of the new stadium era: the definition of an instant classic.
  12. Singing/screaming “Lights” with Steve Perry at Game 2…only in the City…
  13. Hofbraus.  Similar to #8, just something Seattle doesn’t do…no Lefty’s, no Tommy’s…for that matter, I haven’t found a restaurant that does a sauerbraten either…
  14. St. Patrick’s Day parade.  Apparently they do one here…nobody ever knows when it is…
  15. Buster PoseyI know it’s only been one year (really less than a full season…and he already won a WS…think that one over…), but does anyone else think this is the reincarnation of Christy Mathewson into the position player we needed? (Cat came up with that connection)
  16. More of a CA observation, but, freeways with more than four lanes…
  17. In-N-Out.  Sorry Seattle friends–it is better than Dick’s.
  18. City Hall.  I don’t know if there’s a more beautiful civic structure that houses a crazier group of people…
  19. Golfing.  I only do this with Mike (and occasionally Jesus), but I truly miss golfing on some of those random public courses.  Where else would you run into a man we named “Crazy Thrasher Ball Guy with a Stick?

Just like my Seattle list, not even close to exhaustive–though I could say with some certainty that this one could go on much longer.  There is only one place to leave your heart…

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Those Seattle Moments

When I first visited Seattle to look at schools, the plane rode my now-favorite flight path into the city.  Following the western edge of the waterfront going north, the aircraft cabin slowly spins around the Space Needle, showcases the financial district, and starts descending over SoDo.  I look forward to the Seattle fly by on the return end of my flights almost as much as the perfect skyline view on I-5 North driving back from the airport.

In that moment, I had a revelation of “Seattle moments”–any instant of loving life in Seattle.  Sometimes it can be a small glimpse of a sight you would only see here or maybe a quirky Northwest trait I noticed.  While I often miss San Francisco, it’s hard to forget that I still live in one of the great cities.  Below is a small, unfinished list of random Seattle moments…

  1. The first morning near the beginning of Spring where I see the sun rise before 7AM.  (Note: This means it has to be clear of rain, too!  Finally!)
  2. Any glimpse of Mt. Rainier.  Could there be a more majestic sight in the morning?
  3. New Years fireworks shooting out of the Space Needle.  Cat makes fun of me for this one, but I am amazed at how many explosives they can pack onto that tiny structure.
  4. Either Seahawks playoff game in 2005.  During my first year of school, I played on the club baseball team.  As a fundraiser, we donned those yellow event security jackets and enforced the new “No Smoking” ordinance.  I had never been to an NFL game before and the environment at Qwest was absolutely unforgettable.  I got to see almost all of the game…and then we were brought to the field to make sure fans didn’t rush the team.  Best.  Fundraiser.  Ever.
  5. My first regular season Sounders game.  I didn’t really love soccer until the Sounders; now I can’t remember life without them.  The stadium gets filled with such infectious energy, the march to the match pumps everyone up, and they own the most bone-chilling chant for opposing teams: Seaaaaaaaaaattle…Sooooooounders!
  6. Chez Shea, Art of the Table, Zoe, Lark, etc.  Amazing restaurants here.
  7. Touring Safeco Field.  Chris and I once had a private tour by accident–no one else showed up!  It was great to just stand on the warning track in front of the dugout and hang out while our tour guide chatted with the groundskeeper.  Always fun to feel like you own the place, especially if that place is a ballpark!
  8. That salty Sound smell that drifts up on some mornings over Capitol Hill, reminding me how close I live to water.
  9. Elliot Bay Bookstore.  The new Elliot Bay store in Capitol Hill smells of freshly varnished wood and offers way more open space than the old location–plus, it’s on the Hill now.  Bonus!
  10. Speaking of which, Capitol Hill.  I know friends who love Queen Anne or Ballard, but I don’t think I could part with the Hill.  Whether you want to find fast food, good food, boutiques, beer, booze, drag queens, movies, theaters, music…you don’t have to leave!
  11. Hot dog stands, aka, Street Meat.  Cream-cheese slathered hot dogs may not be unique to Seattle , but they are ubiquitous with Seattle nightlife.  It’s almost mandatory to finish the night out with one of these.
  12. Crazy sweet-tooth trends.  A bunch of us tried to track this: donuts, ice cream, custard (barely got off the ground), cupcakes, now pie…
  13. Bumbershoot, 2010.  I am terrible (TERRIBLE) at pulling the trigger on concert tickets.  After five years I finally got to Bumbershoot and found the best run mainstage ever.  Everything was beyond relaxed.

Okay, it’s probably pretty bad luck to stop at 13, but as I said: unfinished…

Feel free to add your own in the comments.  I would love to see them.

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Why Cliff Lee Doesn’t Matter

The baseball in-crowd will project a lot of stats about the Phillies rotation for the next year, no matter what happens.  Everyone from ESPN to the bloggers has found reasons to start ranking the “Big Four” (or whatever ridiculous nickname they come up with for this…) as a competitive favorite behind the mid-90s Braves rotations.  Dave Cameron already posted his thoughts here.  He makes a qualifying statement at the end of his article that the Phillies will need more than the “Big Four” to win the NL.  As one irate Phillies fan tweeted at me, with regards to my comment about the Giants beating all of those pitchers: “ONLY because the Phils hitters didn’t show up…i’d take those pitchers over the giants anyday. we’ll be winners for years.”  Just five years ago, Jeff Merron wrote this article in the context of the 2005 Yankees potential greats.  On Merron’s list only the ’27 Yankees, ’54 Giants, and ’86 Mets made it and won the World Series (though the Monarchs unfairly didn’t have a chance and could well have done it), proving that a great rotation does not always garner the trophy–it only did so a third of the time.

The best part of this saga might be that the Giants-Phillies matchup could occur again with most of the same characters.  While the Phillies have lost their threat in Jayson Werth, they added the strong (mostly proven) postseason arm in Cliff Lee.  I cannot wish away the accomplishments of this rotation.  Halladay had a stellar first postseason (understatement) and Lee looked strong throughout the year.  I guess the logic of the “Big Four”‘s competitiveness loses me at age.  Despite their pitching ability, in 2-3 years, 3/4 of the rotation will start to see a decline in fastball speed and effectiveness.  As in all baseball related things, there is a possibility of bucking the trend, but going 3 for 3?  The Phillies are relying on three players past the average peak age for their position to anchor their rotation for 2011, after which Oswalt and Hamels will be up for contract.  The “Big Four” looks like it may only last for one season with no starting pitching prospects waiting in the wings

Meanwhile, the Giants have club control over their starting four (and Zito) through 2012.  After next season, I expect long-term contracts for Lincecum and Cain (Bumgarner and Sanchez are hopefuls, depending on development).  You may also have heard of Rookie of the Year Buster Posey, a serviceable offense that may see prospect 1B/OF Brandon Belt as early as Opening Day, and one of (if not the) best closer in the game.

Frankly, Cliff Lee doesn’t matter.  I’m not being flippant, either.  He’s a great pitcher in a great starting rotation, but the media will make a huge deal out of this for a few reasons: East Coast team, long-term contract, mystery suitor, past accomplishments, etc.  It’s too easy to be cocky with the World Title and the NL Pennant, so all I can use are facts: this new Phillies rotation went 2-5 with a 4.17 ERA against an almost identical Giants team that will see its starting rotation entering the prime of its career.  A few things need to happen in order for the Giants to be competitive again, but this would not be out of the ordinary.  There’s apparently magic inside or torture or something.  Projections aside, it will be another fun season to watch…65 days until Spring Training…

Repeat?

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Pat the Bat Returns

Breaking news (from yesterday) that Pat Burrell will be a Giant again. No way to dislike this one. No word on price yet, but I would think that $4 million with incentive would be good. What does that give the Giants? Some power, a left fielder on the cheap, and a great clubhouse presence. It also ensures that we will see more appearances from “The Machine” and likely more Huff and Pat shenanigans. I can’t dislike this move no matter how many postseason stats come up. This was a win.

Update: turns out to be $1 million.  Burrell is now the Bay Area’s Prodigal Son.

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Boo-ribe or Where Loyalty Dies (hint: Money)

I took a few days after the news broke to say goodbye.  Perhaps I went through the stages of grief; that is, if every stage of grief feels like nausea.  For Giants fans, an immediate gut reaction takes hold when a Giant turns blue.  Maybe it’s denial, but more likely I skipped that and moved on to acceptance.  The parts of my brain that feel baseball really hate Juan Uribe right now. The parts of my brain that think baseball dislike Juan Uribe, but understand a few things:

  1. 3 years/$21 million was way too much for the Giants.  They have a couple of players in the minors still working their way through the system.  Two years may have been palatable, but the dollar signs would have had to be jacked up, too.
  2. Unless the Dodgers give it to him, Uribe never gets that deal anywhere else.  The Dodgers are desperate to fill some holes and have continued their M.O. of poaching Giants leftovers.  Good job by Juan to capitalize on a great season and parlay it into a firm commitment.

My brain understood those things until reporters found out that the Giants’ final offer to Uribe had been 3 years/$20 million…

Once upon a time, Juan Uribe asked the Giants for 3 years/$25 million.  The Giants attempted to keep the good vibrations and jazz hands going by offering Uribe a fair (and still overpriced) 3 years/$20 million.  Instead of returning the jazzy vibey goodness, Juan Uribe decided that a hometown World Series discount didn’t sit well against an extra $1 million.  And they lived happily ever…

…NEVER.  If the Giants had persuaded Uribe to come back at that price, a lot would have been made of his age and the length of the deal.  When his average and power decline in years two and three, it would become painfully obvious.  Yet he completely failed to meet the Giants in the middle.  Uribe could have easily stayed on an up and coming team and, as his abilities diminish, taken a mentoring/utility role as prospects join the Show.  Instead he decided to chase a nearly identical sum of money for the exact same length of contract with the most hated of all teams.  He selfishly decided that the money and his ego (if nudged aside for rookies) were the big deals in this situation, rather than the team itself.  It only adds insult to injury that he became a dirty bum.

On the other side, the Giants picked up Miguel Tejada.  I’m still too shell-shocked to think in any depth about the move, but at the end of the day, he’ll be a decent one-to-one match for Renteria and Uribe.  Urban lays it out perfectly in his article. (Sidenote: Urban and I have the exact same optimism about these kinds of things which I love.  Someone once called me “the most optimistic Giants fan I know,” which I take to heart.  It’s hard for me to go against the team, even when they seem down and out.  Right now, only projections can show what Miggy will do next year.  We know how well those work, too…)

When you're in Dodger Blue, I hope this is you striking out...you bum...

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The Purpose of a Manager

A renewed appreciation for Bruce Bochy was one of the biggest stories to come out of the WORLD CHAMPION GIANTS (nope, not old yet).  For much of his tenure, many fans doubted his ability to effectively manage the team and the most common criticism: over-playing veterans.  I’ve been a Bochy apologist, as a result of personal nostalgia (growing up watching him manage the Padres, my grandparents’ team), but also because I think he does a good job managing personalities.

Defining a manager’s job means judging intangibles in a sport where numbers spell a different truth.  I think fans misjudge the purpose of a manager and attribute failures too easily and successes too rarely.  In defense of managers, I offer an anecdote from the 2010 Mariners.  Don Wakamatsu, a quiet, even-tempered manager who had guided the team to unexpected success in 2009, came into 2010 with great expectations and high profile signings and trades.  Seattle welcomed back Ken Griffey, Jr. in 2009 and resigned him for 2010, hoping that he would have marginal success as a player, but more success as a clubhouse leader.  When stories broke about Jr. sleeping in the clubhouse and a fight about playing time between Chone Figgins and Wakamatsu, it became clear to Seattle sports media that as a manager, Wakamatsu had lost control of the clubhouse.  To many, he was aloof, out of touch with the players, and unable to command the team’s respect as their record became more and more dismal.  The players gave up easy errors in the field, had no focus at the plate, and simply did not look like they were having any fun.  The way the Mariners lost in 2010 meant more than the wrong personnel and poor numbers, it meant bad management of personalities.

Bruce Bochy, on the other hand, enjoyed a lot of success as manager of the Giants (understatement).  Known by many as a players’ manager, he is also famously known for his affinity for veteran presence.  In one story, Bochy tells then-Padres GM Kevin Towers that if Bochy had a player, he would play him.  If the player was not supposed to be played, he shouldn’t be on the team.  This contributed to the fracture between Bochy and the front office and ultimately resulted in Bochy’s departure.  Critics of Bochy’s style point to this incident as an example of bad baseball.  Reading this article from 2006, I get the impression that while Bochy’s style grates with some, the results speak for themselves.  I don’t just mean the records, either, or players playing well in spite of Bochy’s management (a key argument I run into with other SF fans), but players’ attitudes toward Bochy.

One thing that many Giants fans noticed about this year’s team was its ego-less clubhouse–how much fun they seemed to have playing together.  Even through various personnel changes, the attitude remained the same.  This could only happen, in my opinion, with a steady, fair, and deft manager at the helm–a manager who relies on his coaches’ opinions, hears his players’ needs, knows his staff’s personalities (big and small), and talks closely with upper management.  A common example might be the departure of Bengie Molina and the arrival of Buster Posey.  Many criticized Bochy for leaving Molina behind the dish and further denying Posey the opportunity to shine.  (Remember, the decision to leave Posey in AAA ultimately fell to Brian Sabean, the General Manager, on the advice of Bochy, but also minor league coaches, scouts, analysts, and others.  A lot of people unfairly blame, or put a lot of the blame, on Bochy.)  Bochy understood two things, however: Molina’s sensitive ego and the pitching staff’s (particularly two-time Cy Young Award Winner Lincecum’s) closeness to the backstop.  Bochy needed to balance these two elements along with deciding how to work Posey into games.  Obviously, these decisions have no black and white answer and many people have their opinions on what should have been done, but mark my words: if Molina felt slighted, we would have known.  When he heard from a teammate about his trade to the Rangers before anyone in upper management had broken the news, Bengie’s negative reaction was in print the next day.  While his loyalty to the skipper may have been deeper than that for the brass, Molina’s ego bruises easily and I doubt it would have been under wraps for long.  Couple that with Tim’s loyalty to his battery-mate and a bigger deal could have been made out of an already complicated personnel decision.  If this matter isn’t handled well, if the personalities are not managed, it can translate to bad baseball on the field–just ask Mariners fans.

The bottom line is this: managers do not just manage the game.  They have much more on their plate than what we see on the field, from what goes on in the clubhouse, to how the front office handles transactions, to how each coach perceives a players’ performance.  My second favorite manager-related story from the year was the talk Bochy had with the team before a Cubs game at Wrigley, telling the slumping hitters to be patient, not to press, and to rely on their teammates.  It came out later that Renteria broke down during the meeting, expressing that he had been letting them all down with his performance, and the guys rallied behind him.  They scored 13 runs in that game.  A truly great manager knows when to call those meetings and what to ask.

With the World Championship, I could say the proof is in the pudding, but that simply will not satisfy many fans.  As they eat their respective crows, however, I offer this: fans will never know everything that goes on during a season.  We like to think we do and I pore over our little tidbits like a mouse looking for a crumb.  But if all we have is numbers and projections and analysis and bits and pieces of clubhouse gossip, we are still missing a huge piece of the delicious pie.  It’s the manager’s job to make a winner out of all this mess we call baseball.  Bruce Bochy did it this year and we all owe him a huge “thanks.”

Oh, and my favorite Bochy story?  Two words: Don Mattingly.

Sidenote on Manager of the Year:
Bud Black totally deserved it for a job well done, though anyone who speculates that the Padres shouldn’t have been that good should remember that the Giants were not expected to be playoff contenders either.  I must protest that the postseason should be left out of these awards.  Something needs to change, because Bochy truly shined in the playoffs.

Second sidenote on people who complain that the “World” Series is a misnomer:
Anyone in the world who wants to play baseball at the highest level comes to MLB.  Domincan, Cuban, Japanese, Mexican, American, Canadian, Austrailian…Thus, World Series.  QED.

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Yesterday, We All Flew Away: Thoughts on Dave Niehaus

When I first looked for schools five years ago, a few criteria rose to the surface: coastal city, small or medium size, probably Jesuit, MLB team.  As a lifelong Giants fan, it didn’t occur to me until I arrived in Seattle that the Mariners would be the perfect choice.  Obviously I would never be a Dodgers fan, though attending LMU would give me an opportunity to see a lot more orange and black over the years.  No schools fit the criteria in Oakland, but the A’s were out, too–1989, the first year I knew about the Giants, was too much.  If I went to New York or Boston, I would be a Met, Yankee, or Red Sox.  Looking back on the past five years, I’m relieved that I avoided that trifecta: respectively horrible, morally apalling, and annoying.

This left Seattle and Seattle U; it was a small to medium sized school, in a medium sized city, certainly Jesuit, and it had Major League Baseball.  Criteria met, I took the two hour flight north.

The first time I heard Dave Niehaus, I thought, “What a weird voice.”  He stood out among my familiar announcers, neither the deeper tenor of broadcaster Jon Miller nor the friendly banter of Mike Krukow and Duane Kuiper.  Dave’s pitch varied from the low, gravelly, stacatto remarks on the team’s failings to the high, exuberant trademark, “My, Oh, My,” infused with such childlike enthusiasm.  The voice, like so many broadcasters, took a life of its own, deep back in his throat, cascading over his tongue to the microphone, just a hint of nasal inflection, alive with the spirit of the game.  Dave drew short, quick sketches about miscues and strikeouts, but painted landscapes during rallies and late innings, pausing on certain letters and phrases, feeling out the rhythm of the game.  He regaled listeners with stories, in that way only timeless broadcasters do, about a conversation he had with so-and-so or an amazing personality in the clubhouse unknown to the casual fan.  Over thousands of contests, generations of fans grew to know a voice that tucked them into bed, kept them company on those warm, wonderful summer days, and sheltered them against the rainy and sometimes frigid nights early and late in the season.

This past season, though in the midst of my own jubilation over the success of the Giants, I couldn’t help feeling terrible for the Mariners.  The promises of the off-season built up again, only to come crashing down far too early.  The city seemed pulled out of baseball, only the diehard fans remaining to follow the blogs, and the news stories, and the talk of rebuilding again.  In a time when so many teams have passionless broadcasters, the Mariners had Dave, and he spoke for the fans, because he was a fan.  The same passion that had him asking grandma to break out the rye bread and mustard for a grand salami in previous years gave him fuel to survive the hapless baseball on the field.  Dave denied the pleasantries and cursory positivity of a typical broadcaster: he told it how it was.  And for Mariners fans, it’s been bad.

Sure, there was good in The Double, 116 wins, Randy Johnson, Griffey’s return, Buhner, Wilson, Edgar, Alvin Dark, Felix and Ichiro, the emergence of Guti, the hope of Cliff Lee.  But like so many of the goods for the Mariners, the storm clouds of bad moved in, the roof closed, and another season ended.  Yet over the years, only five for me, but so many more for my friends, Dave Niehaus kept the sun shining from the broadcasting booth.  To the outside observer, the non-baseball fan, this praise may seem strange.  It’s hard to explain the importance of broadcasters in baseball, the reason that this sport more than any other requires stories and observations, generations of memories, conversations and anecdotes and colorful descriptions of parks, players, managers, coaches, fans…  The way the game gets passed down from father to son and mother to daughter, broadcasters fill a parental role too–a guiding voice that ushers the respect of the game to all who love it.

Maybe it can’t be explained.  Perhaps someone who didn’t grow up with those voices in their ears can’t comprehend it, like a lost language from an isolated people.  Even now, the magic of those voices paints for me more vivid portraits of heroic players than a fancy television could ever project.    Baseball’s life rides on the voices of people like Dave Niehaus, it breathes through them, and it nourishes us.  I think of my childhood broadcasters, the ones I still hear now, and I sympathize deeply with my adopted team and especially my friends here in the Northwest.  The long, dead winter was going to be hard enough, but looking forward to the life of Spring without the voice of Dave Niehaus doesn’t seem like Spring at all.

Fly, fly away.

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