Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Ode to spring...but not to "Mr. Red Sox"

Sitting here in what only last week was a promising spring, but today saw frost on the ground, I develop yet another layer of envy towards the guys getting paid to play ball in Florida and Arizona this time of year.

Sure, it is not a walk in the park for those on the cusp of the major league squad, or even less so for the journeyman trying for the umpteenth time to break the trend, and really make this year the spring when everything goes his way. When the hard run to first results in a basehit instead of a ground out. When those two extra hits per week mean a +.300 avg and a call-up, instead of that .250 average, and yet another April on endless bus journeys in the minors, making in a year what some of the major leaguers make in an at bat.

Pondering things like that, nothing pisses me off more than reading about someone who used to be one of my favourite players in baseball - Nomar Garciaparra. The guy with a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas. Ok, I am somewhat weary about Jeff Pearlman, as some comments on his story point out, but I also remember the extremely unfriendly Nomar of 2003 and 2004, the man who thought he was entitled to everything - someone who thought the fans were a nuisance, that they should be awed by him. I don't agree with the theory that fans can heckle players to whatever degree they feel like (see Beckham, David - effogies post World Cup 1998), but ultimately it is impossible to get away from one point. Without fans, Mr. Garciaparra would most likely not have made it through college (he was on an Athl. Scolarship). He has about $50m reasons to be grateful for his life, but now at the tailend of his career he almost hisses at the very fans that put him in a situation of being financially independent for his, his kids and his grandkids lives.

Everyone is entitled to a bad day or two at the office, and I hope that this was one of yours Nomars. Please prove me wrong and show how grateful you are for being able to have had a career that most people would die for.

Still, spring is soon here, I can watch Grapefruit League games on my plasma, and look forward to go out and throw in freezing cold on the weekend. I love this game.

2 comments:

Iain said...

and look forward to go out and throw in freezing cold on the weekend

I miss that so much. If your arm feels up to it, maybe we can have a cross-Channel catch? ;-)

Nicholas said...

Hey, if I can rainbow it 180feet, what's a throw across to France :)

God help me, but I will probably pitch this year. Madness.