Thursday, June 15, 2017

Massacre at the Field of Dreams

Senator James Flake: Field of Nightmares
          
            The mass shooting of Republican Congressional baseball players is, of course, just the latest in the series of such acts, mostly, it seems by loners of every stripe with axes—mostly irrational—to grind.  It looks as if anybody could be a target, no matter what age, race, sexual orientation, political ideology, being a school student or whatever the shooter’s issue du jour is.

            Maybe it’s because I’m a baseball fan, but this one strikes me as the most heinous of all.  Sports should be where we fight mock battles—with a beer afterwards—not real ones.  If baseball is no longer “America’s Pastime,” and football or basketball is, that’s fine with me.  But I think that baseball is still the national sport in people’s nostalgia, maybe best expressed by   James Earl Jones in the character of Terence Mann in Field of Dreams:

“The one constant through all the years Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again.”

Compared with the continuous excitement of basketball, or the lurching physical pileups in football, baseball is slow, except for a few seconds of action now and then, giving girls like me time to gossip between plays, or, if I’m at a game alone or watching one in TV, time to let my mind wander.  The action is certainly physical, but, except for some controversial plays or “bench clearers,” it is elegant, and slow enough that you can see all the action of a play or a hit pretty clearly.  It can extend an awfully long time, if a game is tied and extra innings are needed, and, as George Carlin famously put it:

 The object in football is to march downfield and penetrate enemy territory, and get
into the end zone; in baseball, the object is to go home! "I'm going home!" 
A 19th-century baseball at the end of a game

It’s not that the game isn’t sometimes weird, crazy, or that its past wasn’t violent.  If you want to read a good account of what it was like in its 19th century infancy, take a taste of Robert Achorn’s terrific book, The Summer of Beer and Whiskey, which chronicles baseball mainly in St. Louis and Cincinnati in a big rivalry in 1883.  Those were the days when pitchers pitched whole games—maybe forty or more in a season, sometimes day after day, when one ball would last a whole game, and spectators would actually line the outfield and the ballpark roof to watch.

I’m old, but not that old.  Still, I was a Brooklyn Dodgers fan as a little girl, and actually saw Jackie Robinson, Peewee Reese, Roy Campanella et. al in Ebbets Field; and later, until most of my
Jackie Robinson and Pee Wee Reese
New York family died off, a Mets fan
through good and bad.  Here in San Antonio I hold a quarter-season subscription for the Missions, our AA team.

To watch AA baseball, you really have to love the game: not only do good players leave for AAA or even Major League ball early in the season, but over the years, even the sponsoring teams have changed: in San Antonio, from L.A. to Seattle to San Diego.  In a way, at this level, you don’t root for the team so much as for the game itself, and (maybe) our mascot, Henry–The-Puffy-Taco.  The park is pretty small too, and so watching minor league ball lacks the real thrill factor of watching the Rangers or the Astros.  Sometimes, college teams play better. On the other hand, it’s a sort of compromise transition between amateur ball and the Show, and so it retains a lot of the old Field of Dreams character.
 
Several contemporary S.A. Missions
I think my feeling of outrage about the Congressional ball team’s tragedy stems from Baseball’s origin and popularity as America’s Pastime-mythological heroes rather than the high-tech, speed-gun, instant replay and billionaire big league players of the Majors now.  Even with all of this, Mythical Baseball is still the nostalgic ideal out there as something that Americans play (and that includes Latin America too), and to attack it is cowardly and very UnAmerican!  The Republicans and Democrats will play their game today, all wearing the same LSU uniform in memory of one of the men wounded yesterday. Maybe it’s the memory of this myth that will start the partisan healing process.  Maybe it’s the memory and example of baseball that will Make America Great Again!

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Edward Achorn, The Summer of Beer and Whiskey: How Brewers, Barkeeps, Rowdies, Immigrants, and a Wild Pennant Fight Made Baseball America’s Game, Public Affairs, 2013 (and available on Kindle)

George Carlin’s monologue on Baseball vs. Football can be watched at:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhN1ExFCXNA

James Earl Jones’s Field of Dreams monologue can be watched at:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SB16il97yw   




1 comment:

  1. Wonderful, Judy. I had forgotten that you were as rabid a baseball fan as I was/am. We agree with you: watching minor league games is for the love of the game.

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