Soundtrack for Baseball: May, 2012
Back by popular demand, today I offer you Part 2 of my monthly series, Soundtrack for Baseball.” Here’s the link to Part 1 if you missed it, or if you want to go back and have another listen.
A lot has happened in baseball over the past month, and I hope this video soundtrack captures just a bit of the flavor of this season up through the first week of June.
As a Mets fan, I have to say that the first couple of months of the 2012 baseball season have been more fun than I can remember having in years. At the beginning of the year, my only hope was that the Mets would just play competitive baseball, and lose fewer than 90 games. As of this writing, the Mets are in a three-way tie for first place in the tough N.L. East, an amazing eight games over .500.
Perhaps even more surprisingly, Johan Santana became the first Mets pitcher in the half-century history of this franchise to throw a no-hitter.
Yes, it’s been a truly magical year thus far at Citi Field. Hopefully this magic bubble won’t burst during the dog days of August. The question is, do you believe in magic? Back in 1969, when the Amazin’ Miracle Mets won their first World Series, Jay and the Americans had a hit single with “This Magic Moment.”
One of the teams keeping up with the Mets is the Florida Marlins, who are apparently attempting to steal their way to a pennant. Generally, I think stolen bases are overrated as a strategic weapon, and most teams that run a lot seldom go on to become World Champions (yes, there have been some exceptions.)
The Marlins have stolen 62 bases as a team this year; no other team has reached 50. Emilio Bonifacio leads the Marlins, and the Majors with 20 steals. Maybe the Marlins will run into a pennant with their speedy legs. I’m guessing Marlins fans hope their favorite team stays hot, even if it means they’ll have to leg their way into the playoffs. Hmm, hot legs. Why does that sound familiar? Maybe Rod Stewart can help us out.
If, incidentally, some future anthropologist decides to mine Rock n’ Roll for a glimpse into the psyche of late-20th century Western Civilization, he could do worse than to display this video as Exhibit A. Please excuse the damned commercial that might pop up.
Has anyone noticed what a great year Carlos Gonzalez is having for the otherwise winning-impaired Colorado Rockies? (23-30.) It took me by surprise that this 26-year old star is having a big year, leading the N.L. in total bases (128), slugging percentage (.634), and runs scored (45) through 50 games. After an off-year last season, Gonzalez is reasserting himself as one of the top young players in the game.
I wonder what Gonzalez hears in his head when he’s rounding second base, digging for third, and being waved around to score. Is he thinking just one word, HOME? How exactly does that sound in his head? Perhaps something like this:
Back on May 2nd, I picked up this story on CBS This Morning about Roger Clemens’ old friend and teammate, Andy Pettitte, testifying against his former mentor in the trial to decide if Clemens has committed perjury regarding the use of HGH and other banned substances.
One has to consider these drugs a kind of high for athletes who are addicted to success from which they don’t ever want to come down. Most of us will never know the kind of fame and fortune that was Clemens good fortune at one time, so it is perhaps impossible for us to ever know what it was like to be faced with the end of a brilliant career. What then? The broadcast booth. Endless rounds of golf for the next 35 years?
But worse, how must it feel when your former best friend testifies against you in open court, in front of thousands of witnesses. One can only guess that Clemens must be feeling that he hopes Pettitte will never let him down again. Or perhaps it is Pettitte who feels let down by Clemens alleged behavior. Either way, here’s a song by Depeche Mode called “Never Let Me Down Again” that captures the sinister nature of a friendship turned sour.
But long before the ugly, inevitable breakdowns of age, there is the limitless potential of youth. For most young people, especially for those who have been marked at an early age for greatness, there is a tendency to cockiness, a natural inclination to eschew nuance and moderation in favor of the simple and the bold.
Such has been the start of the Washington Nationals’ young star outfielder Bryce Harper. When Phillies pitcher Cole Hamels pointlessly plunked Harper in the back, the completely unimpressed Harper later stole home off Hamels. Take that, old man! (Hamels is 28, nine years older than Harper.) Harper is part of a new generation of young talent (Angels outfielder Mike Trout is 20) that is ready to very quickly make their collective mark on Major League baseball.
For my money, no song has ever quite captured the brash, emotional intensity of the teenage male the way The Who’s song “5:15” did on the highly underrated album “Quadrophenia.” Play it loud, and picture Bryce Harper stealing home, or slugging a fastball out of the park.
When Kerry Wood announced his retirement on May 18th after a 14-year Major League career, I think many of us immediately remembered the then 20-year old Wood’s fifth career start when he struck out 20 Houston Astros in a one-hit pitching performance that, at the time, seemed to herald a long, dominating career.
In a way it did, though not exactly as we expected.
Wood struck out the last batter he ever faced in the Majors, the White Sox’s Dayan Viciedo, then left the field to a standing ovation. After 14 years in the Majors, Wood ranks second all-time in strikeouts per nine innings (10.317.) Only Randy Johnson averaged more strikeouts per nine innings.
Yet Kerry Wood finished his career with a record of only 86-75, and he spent most of his career either on the Disabled List or pitching in relief. The complete game shutout Wood tossed against the Astros as a 20-year old was one of only eleven complete games and just five shutouts he would throw in his entire career. Wood led the N.L. in strikeouts in 2003 with 266 — one of four 200 K seasons in his career — then was essentially finished as a starting pitcher at age 26.
But boy, in his glory days, he could throw that speed-ball by you (and that curve ball, too.) Just 34-years old now, Wood should have plenty of years left to tell boring stories of his glory days to his kids and grandchildren. And maybe he’ll think of himself whenever he hears this Bruce Springsteen classic called, appropriately enough, “Glory Days.”
That’s all for tonight, folks. Hope you enjoyed this particular playlist. We’ll probably do it again in about a month.
- Andy Pettitte on Clemens: ‘We just hit it off’ (newsday.com)
- In Courtroom Pitching Duel, Andy Pettitte Testifies in Roger Clemens Trial (legaltimes.typepad.com)
- Cole Hamels Says He Threw At Bryce Harper [Bryce Harper] (deadspin.com)
- Cubs reliever Kerry Wood retiring (sportsillustrated.cnn.com)