That Rare Quality of Greatness

A former mayor of Cooperstown tells an anecdote about when his belief was shaken that no one moves to Cooperstown just for baseball. He was talking to a prospective candidate for Village Trustee and the ex-mayor said, "Cooperstownians have no greater love for baseball than the average citizen in any other community." He then stated his aforementioned point.

Turns out that one person, and only one, has ever refuted that. That would be me, during that conversation.

Yes, the only small town I could ever envision myself living in has been, and always will be, Cooperstown. Certainly, since moving here six years ago, the experience of being a full-year resident is different than I thought and, it must be said, much better. There is still the Hall of Fame which looms large every time I pass it, which is every day. It's still a thrill to see.

When I met Tom Seaver at the Hall in October of 2003, that was huge. For me, Tom Terrific is a life changing figure. When he was traded by the Mets to the Reds in June of '77, it made me realize that my love of baseball was rooted in its players, not in its team names and uniforms. The owners control the branding; the players control the game. It altered irrevocably my view of the sport and, to this day, I rarely, if ever, root for a team. I stick to the men on the field as individuals. And I got to tell Seaver that face to face, and he liked what I said. It resulted in the warm connection pictured at left.

So, what could be better than that? How about Hank Aaron, here in the village, to open the Hall's new exhibit on his life, Chasing the Dream. It's wonderful. Unlike Babe Ruth, who gets an over-sized room mirroring the larger than life nature of the man and the myth, the Aaron exhibit is a very human story of a good man achieving extraordinary things. Read Aaron's autobiography, I Had a Hammer. It is one of the best - not just of sports autobiographies, but of the genre.

Aaron in the flesh is humble, self-deprecating ("The home runs were good.") and genuine. But it was impossible to get out of my mind, "Holy crap, that's Hank Aaron." Let's face it, he is in another echelon, which he shares only with Willie Mays, of living legends. Even Seaver would fess up to that, Tom being a long time worshipper of Aaron. From 1974 through the early 1990's, I carried with me from my teenage room to college to my first house, a 4 foot tall cardboard stand up of Aaron watching the flight of an imaginary ball as he finished his swing. I even had a Styrofoam ball labelled "715" which hung from my ceiling by a string, directly in his sight. I still have it, folded up where I can see it. So you know where I stand on Hank Aaron.

A Jackie Robinson model bat was placed on the table. It served as the conduit to a truly magical moment. Hank picked up the bat and gave it a soft, slow swing.

"It's heavy! I don't think Jackie used a bat this heavy." With that, Aaron launched into an explanation of the differences between his thinner handled bat and Jackie's "bottle" bat. He explained how Jackie held the bat with his fingertips, while Hank had it nestled in the crook of his hand (picture at right). The audience of nearly 200 was eerily silent and transfixed as they watched this god of a hitter explain, in his friendly Alabama drawl, one of the tools of his trade.

Had Hank just walked out, waved and turned his heels to go, it would have been enough. This story, among many, was more than any of us bargained for. How often do any of us achieve a level of such heights, even for a fleeting moment? There he was, a man who hit that mark over and over again for 23 seasons, and he was sitting 15 feet from me.

Oh Henry! Thanks for an unforgettable hour.

Wrong Reasoning

Lately talk of torture has turned, on the conservative/Republican side to the efficacy of the "program.' Ex-Veep Dick Cheney says, "release all the documents to show that 'enhanced interrogation' produced results." Others have echoed that - Mukasey and Hayden in an op-ed.

Does it matter? Does effectiveness rule the day? Do the "ends justify the means?"

Know what else works - date rape drugs.

Know what was most effective tool to get people to convert to Christianity - the Spanish Inquisition.

Mull that over as you think on whether torture "works" or not. Then decide if that matters one bit.

Not So Funny Sunday

Nothing I like better than The Munsters, and WGN's Munster-thon was a welcome surprise. Except for a switch over to The Simpsons at 8 PM, we resided at 1313 Mockingbird Lane all night.

But my second favorite family couldn't top the day's laughs. That was left to our political leaders.

John Boehner, explained the climate crisis to George Stephanopolous on This Week. Like Professor Irwin Corey, Boehner explained the real science of global warming.

"George, the idea that carbon dioxide is a carcinogen that is harmful to our environment is almost comical. Every time we exhale, we exhale carbon dioxide. Every cow in the world, you know, when they do what they do, you've got more carbon dioxide. And so I think it's clear..."

It's this kind of brain power that has led the GOP to its recent heights. To further his theory, I suggest Rep. Boehner step into a vacuum sealed room and breath. Let's see if his theory on the harmful effects of carbon dioxide holds as he exhales, inhales, passes out and dies.

The darkly comic highlight of the day was reserved for Rahm Emanuel, also on This Week. Clarifying the President's stance on torture, Emauel said that field officers should not be prosecuted for torturing prisoners as they were just following policy decisions made by higher ups (the always successful Nuremberg defense). Senior policy makers should also be kept far away from justice. Here's Emanuel, ironically pictured at right in front of the American flag, a symbol of equal justice under the law. Once again, we all had to hear that not "looking backward, have to look forward" argument as the reason to turn a blind eye toward the law.

Not everything is politics. Neglecting to pursue proper legal avenues on torture is not the same as reversing Bush's abstinence program. It is not, in any way, just bad judgment by the previous administation. To treat it like another Washington issue is abhorrent. There is a moral truth here - the US does not torture and it is a nation of laws. To ignore that is to ignore a fundamental part of what this country is about.

While fools like Boehner are easy to laugh at, it's not so easy with Rahm. He is smart and doesn't stumble on his position like a blind man in a cluttered room. That' s what make his comments ridiculous and terrifying. Like Spot, The Munsters pet dragon who lives under the stairs, Obama's position is a ridiculous concept. But when you think about it, a fire-breathing monster under the stairs is nothing to laugh at at all.

Check Out Who's Batting Leadoff

The Baseball Page, http://www.thebaseballpage.com/, one of the oldest and best baseball sites on the web, posted my "On the Passing of The Bird" post from Monday.

"Forget It, Jake. It's Chinatown"

A dip back into real-world waters.

It's always odd to be in and out of the moment. When I was on the CBOE trading floor in October 1987, there was nobody saying, "This is a buying opportunity." There was just chaos and fear. Once the market rebounded, everyone was a genius. "I knew that was the bottom." Yeah, right.

With the market staging an impressive rally in these last weeks, it is clearly a head fake that most people are ignoring. CBS Marketwatch headline at the end of March cited the biggest rally since 1933. I had forgotten that that was the exact moment the Depression ended. No, wait, it got worse from there. As if that banner wasn't enough to make you sell, then the story below the imaginary fold, that people should consider cashing out retirement money (or what's left of it) to buy real estate, should be enough to scream "Get out of the market."

So, what will I do. Nothing. I'm not going to sell out my 15% exposure to the market even though everything tells me I should. I'll wait until the end of summer, when the market is back down and say, "Check out my post on April 15, I knew it was the top."

All of that gets me to Obama. He's fine, threading the needle on optimism and skepticism, which is the same as taking no position at all. In the long run, the "stress tests" which are shams will mean nothing for the walking dead among the banks. The structured bankruptcy of GM, so abhorrent a few months back when we lent them billions, is now seen as optimal. There's no real guiding principle there.

There is a guiding principle in Obama's stand on state secrets and wiretapping. That principle is that expanded executive power, even unconstitutionally so, is only bad when an opponent or an idiot is wielding it. That Obama is carrying on Bush/Cheney's imperial presidency in these areas is horrific, especially when dispensed by a constitutional scholar. At least W. was a moron. Obama is supposed to know better. And don't get me started on the lack of prosecution of torture culprits. Frank Gaffney, Republican stooge, pointed out the difference between American officials "doing their jobs" and Nuremberg Nazis who were "following orders." Do you see that difference? Waiting...waiting... That's because THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE. That the new administration, this beacon of light and justice, is consciously stiff arming the law of the land is tragic.

But, what are you gonna do? This happens all the time. Either Washington corrupts, or the corrupt are drawn to D.C. Either way, there's nothing to do about it. After all, it's just Chinatown.

On the Passing of The Bird

I sent away for Al Kaline's autograph in the summer of '73 and got a black and white photo with a fake auto-penned signature. The Tigers clearly had their marketing act together because I subsequently would get souvenir catalogs from the team. To me, it was very exotic to have among my Mets yearbooks those of the Detroit Tigers, yearbooks being all I wanted and the highest amount of money I could bring myself to ask my parents for.

As a result, I was very familiar with Mark (The Bird) Fidrych before his stellar 1976 season even began. His pleasantly goofy face appeared in the 1976 Tigers annual and I felt like an insider as he streaked through the American League that year. It wasn't just his famous Monday Night Baseball effort against the resurgent Yankees. I followed him all year in The Sporting News.

After that Rookie of the Year campaign, The Bird suffered from arm injuries. I'll never forget his Sport magazine cover in 1977, swearing he'd comeback. It was a close up of a sad, sad boy, who saw that maybe all his dreams were over after hardly just beginning. As Fidrych tried to comeback, first with Detroit and then with the Red Sox, his quirky antics - talking to the ball, jumping up and down, hitting the mound on all fours to smooth out the holes with his bare hands - became tragic, the act of an unhappy clown. Then it was all over.

Every once and a while he'd be back, seemingly with sense of humor intact, but always with a hint of tragedy. And now he's dead at 54, apparently from an accident while working under his dump truck.

Is it better to burn out than it is to rust? I don't know. Mark Fidrych did both, not an easy trick. While I never wax nostalgic, I will for The Bird. For one summer he truly did represent all that was good and innocent about our national game.

Lance Rentzel - Coda

So why did Lance Rentzel expose himself to little girls?

The reason for the first incident was he felt desolate after reading 1984.

The reason for the second, was he felt hopeless after watching 2001.Perhaps his exhibitionist tendencies were caused by works of science fiction. Or maybe he was aroused by calendars.