For Giants, blue skies and green hats

March 18, 2021 by Art Spander in articles, baseball

SCOTTSDALE, Ariz. — This was at spring training a few years ago. The Giants had lost seven games in succession, almost a quarter of their Cactus League schedule, and a sports columnist (blush) asked Bruce Bochy, then the manager, if the streak bothered him.

“Only when you ask me about it,” was his virtual shrug of a reply. To the guys in uniform and usually in the front office, the games are what they’re listed as, exhibitions.

The fans in the ballparks, few as they might be in these days of Covid-19 restrictions, treat the games as if they really matter, which is understandable when you’re paying $90 or more a ticket. After all, why attend if you don’t care who wins or loses? But the players and the manager approach it differently. The idea is to get in the work, to improve, perhaps to develop a new pitch. Sure, they’d like to win, which on a beautiful Wednesday afternoon at Salt River Fields — under blue skies and because of St. Patrick’s Day under green hats — is what the Giants did, beating the Colorado Rockies, 11-8.

That’s not an atypical score in the desert. Scottsdale’s elevation may be only 1,200 feet, compared to the Rockies’ Coors Field, 5,280 feet in Denver, where home runs are frequent.

Gausman, who signed a one-year, $18.9 million contract over the winter, threw 48 pitches in his starter-relief combo, allowing three runs — only one earned, and the Giants’ sloppy fielding does have manager Gabe Kapler concerned — unlike, we’re told, the hip that has benched Buster Posey or the spinal ailment affecting pitcher Chris Shaw.

There’s certainly a gap between the Giants and the World Series champion Dodgers, who are pounding balls hither and yon at their Camelback Ranch facility, near Glendale, but Kapler at least has implied his team will have strong pitching.

Just as a matter of history, you note how the baseball world, at least, has done a 180. It was the Giants with Mays, McCovey and Cepeda, who had the offensive numbers, and the Dodgers with Koufax and Drysdale who had the superb pitching.

While hardly Hall of Famers, the Giants’ pitchers now should — or is that could? — be decent, which is all you can hope for on a team that’s rebuilding.

After his divided routine Wednesday (didn’t we used to bring pitchers back in playground softball games?) Gausman was asked what he thought about possibly being called on to start Opening Day against the Mariners.

“Obviously, it would be a huge honor,” Gausman said. “Any of the first five games and being one of those top five guys. But yeah, it would be a lot of fun, for sure.”

Of starting and relieving in the same exhibition game, Gausman admitted, “Obviously, it’s not the traditional way, but I actually think it’s pretty awesome for the starting pitchers. The whole thing is to get used to the up-downs and get your three, four (innings}.”

Maybe the Giants didn’t get too excited about homers, but on Monday night Evan Longoria hit two, and Brandon Crawford hit one. The hints are that those two, veterans from another era, may not be part of the future.

An outfielder who may be, Austin Slater, had a double and an RBI. He’s part of the new Giants. That group is headed by Mike Yastrzemski, who not only arguably is the team’s best player but is credited by rookie Heliot Ramos with helping him learn. Ramos temporarily avoided getting sent to the minors.

Even the top kids need time. And work, which of course, as you know, is why spring training exists.

Sunshine and thrills return to Arizona spring training

March 14, 2021 by Art Spander in articles, baseball

MESA, Ariz. — This was more like it. Sunshine, a great leaping catch, excellent pitching, and nearly 2,000 extremely partisan and extremely noisy fans.

True, there was only one run scored — and it wasn’t by the A’s — but let’s not get too picky.

Maybe the change had something to do with the arrival of Daylight Savings Time, not that here in Arizona the idea would ever have a chance of going into effect. Or maybe it’s the undeniable fact that the baseball regular season is only two weeks away.

Whatever, on Sunday in a Chicago White Sox 1-0 win over the A’s (Matt Reynolds led off the eighth with a home run) there was a complete difference in atmosphere, attendance and weather compared with 24 hours earlier and 10 miles away at Saturday’s Giants-Indians game in Scottsdale.

Suddenly it felt like spring training. Suddenly it felt like we should care once more.

Every city in the desert, Phoenix, Tempe, Goodyear, Scottsdale, has different policies regarding the response to Covid-19. And yes, Hohokam Stadium is marginally larger than Scottsdale Stadium.

And yes, A’s fans are more vocal than Giants fans, who the late Robin Williams — seen occasionally at what now is Oracle Park — said paid more attention to what was on their cell phones than what was on the ball field.

An announcement from A’s headquarters in Oakland on Sunday morning said the franchise would accept payment for season-ticket suites in Bitcoin. By late afternoon, the only thing A’s fans were willing to buy was a run.

Oakland was limited to two hits, a single in the second by Stephen Piscotty and then finally another single in the eighth by Tyler Soderstrom, the No. 1 draft pick last year.

Hard to win a game when you don’t score, but Oakland manager Bob Melvin was more excited by the positive — the performance of starter Frankie Montas — than the negative.

He and everyone else were thrilled by the way the A’s Buddy Reed soared above the center field fence in the fourth to steal an apparent home run from the American League MVP, Jose Abreu.

There’s an advertising sign at Hohokam just to the right of center, white on blue, that reads,”Baseballism, bet you can’t say it five times fast.” Especially wearing the mask that is mandatory. You can’t even get on the elevator to the press box without a face covering.

What the A’s haven’t been able to do is get deep into the postseason. A full complement of healthy pitchers may be the step needed to get them there. So what Frankie Montas did Sunday on the mound arguably was more significant than what Oakland batters couldn’t do at the plate.

Montas had a late beginning to spring training because he had been stricken with Covid-19. Although not ready for camp until a week ago, he pitched well Sunday in his first start, shutting out the White Sox for three innings — that’s quite a distance when you haven’t pitched. He struck out two, including Abreu, and reached 99 mph with his sinker.

What sunk the A’s in the exhibition on Sunday, of course, is that their batters were even less effective against Chicago than Chicago batters were against Montas.

Still, you win or lose on pitching, say the experts — hey, didn’t the Yankees pay $324 million to Gerrit Cole? — so the pennant race in effect is an arms race. The more the better.

Said Melvin, “Velo was there,” alluding to Montas’ velocity, “breaking stuff was there. After a slow start getting here, it was nice to see.”

So was a game in the sunshine and with just enough boisterous A’s fans to remind us of spring training as we once knew it.

Empty seats in a Cactus League without joy

March 13, 2021 by Art Spander in articles, baseball

SCOTTSDALE, Ariz. — The day was as gray as a road uniform. At least a uniform before baseball jerseys became a swarm of red, blue or, in the case of the San Francisco Giants, black.

It’s been cold in Arizona, and two days ago it was wet, rain. The weather forecast is for better days before the weekend, however, temperatures in the high 70s.

Maybe life will feel more like what we knew as normal.

It still doesn’t feel that way down here, even with balls flying off bats or thudding into gloves. Roger Angell wrote about the sounds of baseball, the conversations in the stands, the cheers. In the first two weeks of Cactus League, it’s mostly been the sounds of silence.

The game, as everything else, remains haunted by the virus. Restrictions persist; attendance for the Giants’ 5-4 win over Cleveland Friday at 10,000-seat Scottsdale Stadium was only 1.507.

People want to go, want to talk, want to cheer, but they can’t. Tickets were going for $100, but few were available. “It was dead in the stands,” said one woman able to attend. “It wasn’t any fun.”

For the players and management, fun is incidental. The purpose of the exhibition season, the Cactus League here in the desert — places like Scottsdale and Mesa, Goodyear and Surprise — and the Grapefruit League in Florida is to prepare for the regular season.

For the fans, exhibition games are a time to escape winter and connect again to the joys of baseball, to buy a beer or a Coke or a hot dog. But there were no roving vendors at Scottsdale, no programs, no souvenirs.

There’s not much joy in a ballpark when most of the seats are empty.

Until this year, only catchers wore masks; now everybody must wear one, of course, and be socially distant. How can you argue Mays vs. Mantle with the guy next to you when there’s nobody next to you?

There’s no argument about the performance of Logan Webb, who started for the Giants on Friday against Cleveland in that chilly, lonely ballpark. He struck out six, including four in the first inning; a passed ball by Buster Posey after one of the strikeouts in effect giving Cleveland the ”extra” out.

Is pitching ahead of hitting in spring, or vice versa? Whatever, Webb was incredibly sharp for a Giants team in need of pitching. When asked if that was as good as he’s seen Webb, Giants manger Gabe Kapler said, “He was doing exactly what he needs to be doing, using his secondary weapons.

“It’s as good as I’ve ever seen his changeup look. I don’t want to overdo it here, but he’s been really impressive in this camp.”

Posey was one of the few recognizable names in the Giants’ starting lineup. Another was Austin Slater, who hit a three-run homer as the Giants built up a 4-0 lead. Then it was a home run by Curt Casali that was the winner after the Indians tied it up.

If the Giants’ batting order seems confused, that’s because it is. Brandon Belt still hasn’t played. He underwent heel surgery; then was stricken with the coronavirus; then while recovering from that, Belt was hit with mononucleosis.

“I tested positive (in January),” Belt said. “I didn’t have any symptoms at first until I reached the end of my quarantine when I was working out, I started feeling really winded, really lightheaded, really dizzy and lost all energy after about 10 minutes of working out.”

As soon as Belt started to feel better, he was diagnosed with mono.

“I had to deal with (COVID-19 symptoms) for about three to four weeks,” Belt said. “And right at the end of that three to four weeks is when I got mono. All of that kind of came together and I got hit pretty hard.”

There had been suggestions this might be the final season for the 32-year-old. Now you wonder if he’ll make it that far, although not in Belt’s mind.

“Now I feel pretty dang good, and every couple of days I’m taking huge jumps forward,” he said. “I feel like I’m pretty close to getting back to normal. It was a long ordeal, obviously wasn’t that fun, but right now I feel like I’m getting back on track.”

You would hope we could say the same for baseball.

How Hank Aaron handled the pitches — and the situation

January 22, 2021 by Art Spander in articles, baseball

By Art Spander

Hank Aaron handled everything better than most of us — better than the commissioner of baseball, Bowie Kuhn; better than the sports columnist of the New York Daily News, Dick Young; better then a certain journalist from the San Francisco Chronicle, me.

We had our reasons, unusual as they might have been.

It was the opening of the 1974 major league season. Aaron had finished 1973 with 713 career home runs, one fewer than Babe Ruth’s cherished total. It was inevitable that Aaron would first tie the record, then break it. History would be his, and ours.

The years flash past, our heroes age and leave us too soon. Aaron died Friday. He was 86. “Hammerin’ Hank.” An athlete of brilliance, an individual of dignity. They tell us that you learn most about a person with how he or she deals with adversity.

Those had been a difficult few months for Aaron, the winter of ’73. He was surrounded by attention. And odium.

Baseball still was the national pastime, in fact as much as in fiction. Babe Ruth was the game’s singular legend. Perhaps no less important in a changing society, he was white.

Aaron was African-American, and some didn’t want him toppling Ruth’s record. There also were those, who as now, simply were bigots. Aaron received hate mail, threats on his life. He was shaken but resolute.

Tradition, now revised, dictated that every season would begin in Cincinnati. Writers and broadcasters — we were yet to be called media — descended on the city. So did nature.

On Friday, April 3, a day before the opening game, a tornado struck southern Ohio. I hid under a bed in the hotel. Fifty miles away in Xenia, buildings were destroyed, fatalities recorded.

Aaron played for the Braves, first in Boston, then in Milwaukee, finally in Atlanta. Braves management wanted him kept out of the lineup until the team came home, the next week.

But Kuhn, the commissioner, decreed Hank must appear in at least two of the three games at Cincinnati. Dick Young, the New York columnist who had come to cover Aaron, wanted him to play all three games and in print ripped Kuhn, the commissioner.

So many subplots. So much tension. So little drama. One pitch, one swing and Aaron drove a fast ball from Jack Billingham of the Reds into the left field seats of Riverfront Stadium.

The press box was enclosed — we used to joke it was “hermetically sealed“ — the setting surreal. No crack of the bat but a ball silently sailing out of the park and into our minds.

In time, on cue. Hank would not depart unfulfilled. Either would we dozens of journalists, some who came from as far as Europe.

Aaron played only one of the next two games in Cincy, and so he, the Braves and the press entourage went on to Atlanta, where it would be Monday night baseball, the Braves against the Dodgers.

Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium, as Riverfront, was a multi-sport complex, home also to the NFL’s Falcons. Unlike hulking Riverfront in Cincinnati, a fortress, the stadium in Atlanta was more accepting — the press box open — and home run-friendly.

The outfield fence was chain link, like that at a local playground, and the relievers sat behind it in utilitarian bullpens.

It was just after 9 o’clock that Monday night, April 7, when the Dodgers’ Al Downing, who was always called “that little lefty,” pitched to Aaron. Darrell Evans was on first, and Downing was looking for a double play, What all of us looked at was a two-run shot that sent Aaron ahead of the Babe.

The bullpen guys had decided among themselves where to watch the game if not warming up. Tom House caught the ball that set the mark. While House grabbed his bit of history, two teenagers jumped from the stands to join Aaron circling the bases.

Security was different then. The post-game scene was the same, reporters jammed into the clubhouse seeking Aaron while Milo Hamilton, the Atlanta TV announcer, tried restoring a semblance of order.

The next morning, several of us drove the 150 miles down I-70 to Augusta, where the Masters would be played; the defending champion was Tommy Aaron.

You couldn’t have scripted it any better.

A’s loss nothing do with cheating, everything to do with pitching

October 08, 2020 by Art Spander in articles, baseball