50 years ago, and thereafter

Sunday is the 50th anniversary of what is considered to be one of the most lopsided trades in baseball history. Of course, it involved the Chicago Cubs.

On June 15, 1964, the Cubs traded outfielder Lou Brock and pitchers Jack Spring and Paul Toth to the St. Louis Cardinals for pitchers Ernie Broglio and Bobby Shantz and outfielder Doug Clemens.

The trade a month into the 1964 season was the first chapter in an unlikely season that ended with the Cardinals’ winning the 1964 World Series over the New York Yankees, after which the Yankees fired first-year manager Yogi Berra (yes, that Yogi Berra) and replaced him with … Cardinals manager Johnny Keane.

The Cardinals’ and Yankees’ seasons are chronicled in David Halberstam’s book, October 1964, which is a great read for fans of baseball. From the Cardinals’ perspective, it was probably a season that Hollywood would have rejected as a story idea because of its improbable nature.

The 1964 season turned out to be the last American League pennant-winning season for the Yankees after a stretch in which the damn Yankees were as inevitable as the sun setting in the west. From 1947 until 1964, it’s simpler to list the years the Yankees did not win the AL pennant — 1948, 1954 and 1959. The 1964 season was their fifth consecutive AL pennant-winning season, though disturbances could be felt in the Force, so to speak, since the Yankees did not win the 1960 and 1963 World Series.

The Cardinals won the 1946 World Series, and had not been back since then. Most years, the Cardinals didn’t get close, though they finished six games behind the Los Angeles Dodgers in 1963. On June 15, the day of the trade, the Cardinals lost to Houston 9–3 to drop to 28–31.

Then Brock showed up, and the Cardinals won four games in a row to jump over .500. From the day of the trade to the end of the season, the Cardinals went 65–38 to finish at 93–69, one game better than the Philadelphia Phillies.

For Spring, it was the second time he’d been traded in a month; the Cubs acquired Spring from the Los Angeles Angels May 15. Shantz wasn’t done moving either; Philadelphia purchased Shantz from the Cubs Aug. 15.

Around the time of Shantz’s move from Chicago to Philly, those Phillies appeared to be running away with the National League pennant. (Two months earlier, pitcher Jim Bunning threw a perfect game on Father’s Day.)

So, based on the advice of his advisor Branch Rickey (yes, that Branch Rickey), Cardinals owner Gussie Busch fired general manager Bing Devine, and planned to fire manager Johnny Keane at the end of the season. (The initial speculated replacement was Leo Durocher, who was sort of Billy Martin before Billy Martin, though as far as I know Durocher was never reported as punching a marshmallow salesman.)

Three days after Busch fired Devine, the Chicago White Sox beat the Yankees 5–0 to complete a sweep at Comiskey Park. As the Yankees’ bus was heading toward O’Hare International Airport in Chicago, according to Yankees pitcher and Ball Four author Jim Bouton (or read the Associated Press version), infielder Phil Linz pulled out a harmonica and started playing “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Berra, at the front of the bus, told Linz to stop playing. Linz didn’t hear Berra and kept playing. Berra then said, “If you don’t knock that off, I’m going to come back there and kick your ass.” Linz didn’t hear that either and asked teammate Mickey Mantle what Berra had said. Helpfully, Mantle said, “He said play it louder.”

So Linz did, and Berra stormed to the back of the bus and slapped the harmonica out of Linz’s hands. The harmonica bounced off the knee of first baseman Joe Pepitone, who, according to Bouton, yelled, “Ow! You hurt my wittle knee!”, because the harmonica actually cut Pepitone. Yankees coach Frank Crosetti called the incident the worst he’d seen in his 33 years with the team. (Which didn’t impress Bouton.)

As stupid as that incident was — expecting maturity from baseball players is about as reasonable as expecting temperance from drunks — it apparently convinced Yankees management to fire Berra at the end of the season. And indeed, Berra was fired after his first season, despite the Yankees getting to the seventh game of the World Series. Halberstam’s book reports that the Yankees talked to Keane during the season about replacing Berra in 1965.

None of this would have been very interesting had the Phillies continued to play well and clinched the NL pennant in September. But a funny thing happened to the Phillies on the way to the ’64 pennant — the Phillies collapsed. Their 6½ game lead on Labor Day, with 25 games to go, was maintained despite a sudden torrent of injuries and pitcher ineffectiveness.

Then, the Phillies managed to lose every game of a seven-game homestand, and went to St. Louis and lost three more, dropping them into third place. Cincinnati got the league lead briefly, then the Cardinals got it, then the Cardinals nearly lost it, but beat the (hideously bad) New York Mets to avoid a three-team tie at the end of the season, and more importantly win the NL pennant. The loss of a 6½-game lead over the season’s last 12 games is known in Philadelphia as the Phold.

The Yankees, meanwhile, managed to hold off the White Sox by one game and Baltimore by two to get to the World Series, which, it must be noted, began with …

… Cardinals backup catcher Bob Uecker (yes, that Bob Uecker) shagging fly balls with a metal tuba before the first game. (Uecker had already distinguished himself and foreshadowed his future career by imitating Cardinals announcer Harry Caray in the locker room after the pennant-clinching win. As Uecker put it years later, he had been “announcing” in the bullpen for years; all he had to do to broadcast was take out the obscenities.)

The aforementioned Bouton won two games, but the Cardinals won the World Series in seven games.

And then the fun started. The morning after game 7, Busch met with Keane about continuing as manager. Instead, reported the Associated Press:

Keane personally presented to Cardinals owner August A.  Busch Jr. Friday morning his letter of resignation typed by his wife and dated Sept. 28. Busch, whose Anheuser-Busch brewery owns the Cardinals, was visibly shaken.

“This really has shocked me,” said Busch, who earlier had been reported offering Keane’s job to Leo Durocher, then a coach with the Los Angeles Dodgers. “I didn’t know a thing about it until I saw Johnny this morning. All I can say is that I’m damned sorry to lose Johnny.” …

“I told Mr. Busch not to make any offer,” said Keane. “I handed him my resignation and said my decision was firm — that I didn’t want to embarrass him — but that no offer would be acceptable.”

Meanwhile,  elsewhere on the AP wire …

NEW YORK  (AP) — Colorful Yogi Berra’s tenure as manager of the New York Yankees has ended after one year.

The announcement of Berra’s dismissal was made to a stunned press conference by General Manager Ralph Houk, whom Yogi succeeded as Yankee skipper last Oct. 24.

Hoak, straining to be tactful, said Berra had accepted a two-year contract in the Yankee organization as a special field consultant working under Houk.

“The decision was made before the World Series,” said Houk …

Under questioning, Houk said, “This was the first Yogi knew about this.” …

Houk was asked if players had complained about Berra’s managing, as reports have indicated, and he answered: “I don’t want to put the blame on anybody.”

However, there had been reports of players’ dissatisfaction with Berra’s managing, and Houk reportedly was disenchanted with Berra’s handling of pitchers during his tenure.

Keane, whose resignation was the last act of 35 years with the Cardinals, was offered the Pirates’ job (to replace Danny Murtaugh, who had retired due to health problems; Murtaugh would return three times, the last to lead the Pirates to the 1971 World Series title), but became the Yankees’ manager. The Cardinals promoted coach and former second baseman Red Schoendienst to manager.

The moves worked better for the Cardinals than the Yankees. Schoendienst got to back-to-back World Series, winning in 1967. Keane inherited an aging lineup whose past stars weren’t successfully replaced. Houk fired Keane early in the 1966 season, replacing him with … Houk, who didn’t do any better. Keane died after the 1966 season.

Berra fared just fine; becoming a coach for the Mets, which won the 1969 World Series, then became the Mets manager after Gil Hodges died, and got to the 1973 World Series. (The Mets were 1969’s answer to the 1964 Cardinals, while the Cubs — remember them? — did their imitation of the 1964 Phillies under manager Durocher, taking the entire month of September to crash like the Hindenburg.

Berra then became a Yankees coach and then manager, getting fired by George Steinbrenner (which never happens) early in the 1985 season. Berra refused to set foot in Yankee Stadium as long as Steinbrenner owned the Yankees, and stayed out until 1998, when Steinbrenner went to Berra’s house to personally apologize.

Two more connections of interest: One of Keane’s coaches, Joe Schultz, became the first manager of the expansion Seattle Pilots, where one of his pitchers was Jim Bouton, whose aforementioned book chronicled Schultz’s favorite phrase, “Pound that Budweiser,”  and apparent favorite obscenities, “shitfuck” and “fuckshit.” After the Pilots went bankrupt following their only season, they ended up in Milwaukee to become the Brewers, whose announcer for four decades has been .. Bob Uecker.


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My obligatory every-four-years soccer post

As regular as elections, and to most Americans as exciting, soccer’s World Cup begins today.

The U.S. Men’s National Team has at least three games — Ghana Monday at 5 p.m., Portugal June 22 at 5 p.m., and Germany June 26 at 11 a.m.

You can set your watch (if you had a watch you had to manually set) to two things by the time the World Cup begins — (1) opinions wondering if Americans will ever like soccer, and (2) opinions exhorting Americans to care about the World Cup.

The former is covered by World Soccer Talk:

Any time the prestigious tournament rolls around, the sport catches the attention of the United States for a brief amount of time. Numerous television networks fight for the broadcasting rights, as the ratings for soccer seem to soar during the period despite never recreating those strong numbers any other time of the year. It begs the question of, “does the U.S. have a passionate enough of a following to warrant any success the team may garner in the tournament?”

Soccer still lags far behind the major sports in this country in terms of viewership and attendance, despite the recent trends of growth that suggest a shift could occur in the near future. It’s safe to say there are more than enough eyeballs on the one month that consists of the World Cup, but how about the other times of the year when Major League Soccer is in session?

It’s tough to pinpoint the exact reason why the average American will tune into the World Cup and cheer on their team but insists on ignoring the existence of a league within the country’s borders. It may be a lack of awareness and perhaps some teams have yet to reach out and publicize themselves enough in their area to get more fans in the stadium.

Maybe there isn’t a team nearby for them to cheer for. MLS consists of 19 teams at the moment, with two more to join for the 2015 season, and another arriving two years later.  Some of these teams are filling holes in the map where the lack of a professional soccer team is very apparent. It seems Commissioner Don Garber has made it his mission at the moment to focus on expanding to the Southeast, where previous teams folded at the start of the millennium, and also gain teams in bigger markets to feed more money into the league.

MLS isn’t the richest league in the world by any means, which might be a reason why it hasn’t caught on yet because it doesn’t have the same amount of reach as the Premier League or La Liga. That by no means negates MLS’s development, which has been incredible since its inception in 1996, as the number of teams has nearly doubled and the level of play has vastly improved. The fact remains, though, that the sport can’t acquire the TV deals it desires to extend to broader audiences. Networks that broadcast MLS games seem to only acquire a dozen from the entire slate of games and, of the teams chosen, there doesn’t appear to be much diversity.

There is no doubt that the average MLS follower most likely is a fan of the U.S. national team and will watch every single match it participates in this summer. A typical MLS fan seems to be well-versed in the sport, watching the games of other teams in the league, following the play of various leagues around the world, as well as observing the progress of several different national teams. Perhaps this is no different than any other soccer fan from another part of the world, but the point is that there seems to be a certain type of passion that only exists within a soccer fan, as opposed to a fan of another sport.

Soccer fans seem to be the ones most willing to jump up and down, scream, wear the colors of their team, and stay proud regardless of a win or tie. They never give up, and this attitude continues to be reflected when it comes to the national team as well. The connection of the love of your soccer team and the love of your country is tied together because every four years the players you follow take part in the most important games of their lives.

This type of fanaticism and passion seems limited in the U.S. as the majority of the population hardly pays attention to the sport anyway. So the question remains if the future of soccer within the United States is a bright one or not. Does it have a tough road to complete in order to garner more fans, to create a tough, competitive league that can win over the casual viewers and make admirers out of them?

The World Cup is the battleground, not only for the U.S. national team in Brazil, but also for the popularity of the sport amongst Americans. Will this be the year that more people take an interest and wonder who are these faces representing them down in South America, what teams they play for, what their histories are, or why they’ve been chosen as opposed to others?

As for the latter, Sports Illustrated says:

Why should I watch this if I’m not a soccer fan?

  1. Everyone is good looking.
  2. Referees are part of the game: they make important calls with little to no technological help, and they can make the decision not to call a foul if they think doing so would give an advantage to the team that fouled. We can argue about whether this freedom for the refs makes soccer better or worse than other sports, but it’s certainly different (and with all the complaints about MLB’s new replay system, hopefully it’s refreshing, too).
  3. Everyone gets REALLY emotional because everything (well, not everything, but you know what I mean) is at stake:

  4. Watching a World Cup held in Brazil will be a spectacle like none other. This will be the party of a lifetime (assuming strikes, riots and a bevy of other issues that the country has faced leading up to the event don’t interfere)
  5. Flopping is a genuine part of the game, and everyone likes to watch good acting. Dwyane Wade would fit right in.

SI didn’t mention, but should have …

… Landon Donovan’s stoppage-time goal that got Team USA into the round of 16 by defeating Algeria 1–0 in 2010. Donovan won’t duplicate his feat this summer because he’s not on the 2014 team. You will, however, probably find out soon enough who the 2014 American players are.

To answer the questions posed by World Soccer Talk and SI: Americans sports fans pay attention to world-class events when the U.S. is involved and the U.S. does well, basically, since 1994, when the U.S. gets out of group play. Given that the U.S. group is called the “Group of Death,” the U.S. may make an early exit this year.

Soccer is also a big and growing participatory sport. Soccer’s problem is that participation hasn’t led to more fan interest. Yes, there now is Major League Soccer, but interest in the teams is limited to the teams’  markets. There is no MLS team with a following beyond its own market, like the Yankees or Packers.

The other problem is that soccer as a sport lacks something casual American fans like — scoring. Passionate soccer fans, like hockey fans (and, in different senses, baseball fans with pitching and defense), can appreciate defense and passing to set up shots. Less-passionate fans want end-to-end action  and scoring. There is not a lot of scoring at the highest levels of soccer. Casual fans are bored by “nil-nil” matches where, they think, no action is taking place. (Several years ago I saw the end of a match on ESPN where the announcers apologized for the game’s lack  of scoring.) The key to growing soccer is getting more interest from the casual fan, and that’s going to be difficult until the casual fan has more action to see. The National Football League has emphasized offense over all, and that’s worked out rather well for the NFL in expanding fan interest.

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The Mayor of Rush Street

Harry Caray died in 1998, but he can still make news today.

Caray announced for 25 years for the Cardinals before he was fired by owner Gussie Busch. I have heard, from people who were in a position to know, more than one version as to what specifically got Caray fired, though the general detail is consistent, as reported by Chicago Sports Memories:

After the 1969 season, his 25th with the Cardinals, Caray was abruptly fired. “I expected a gold watch,” he later joked, “but what I got was a pink slip.” It was a devastating blow, but not a complete surprise in light of allegations that he had become amorously involved with the attractive young wife of an Anheuser-Busch executive. Caray never denied it. “I’d rather have people believing the rumor and have my middle-aged ego inflated,” he said, “than deny it and keep my job.”

The other version, by the way, was that he “had become amorously involved” with the girlfriend of a very, very, very senior “Anheuser–Bush executive.”

After one season in Oakland, Caray moved to Chicago to announce for the White Sox.

But most baseball fans know Caray from his years announcing the Cubs.

After the Cubs improbably won the 1984 National League East title, Caray said in the Cubs’ locker room …

According to this Chicago Sun–Times story, Caray usually got his wish, even keeping records:

Grant DePorter, CEO of the Harry Caray’s chain of eateries, inherited the diary, one of eight, all from the ’70s and early ’80s, in four boxes of memorabilia, World Series tickets and cashed checks, that the executor of Caray’s estate found when he cleaned out his office.

Knowing my interest in all things historical, DePorter asked if I wanted to take a peek at one, and I swung by Harry’s and walked away with 1972.

I should say right away that this is not a Dear Kitty, pour-out-your-heart, frank-assessment-of-my-friends kind of diary. Old Harry was not big on introspection, as he was the first to admit.

“I’m a convivial sort of guy. I like to drink and dance,” he told an interviewer once.

Caray was the Cardinals’ color broadcaster for many years in St. Louis. Driven out of town in 1969, he migrated to Chicago, via a misfire year in Oakland, to announce first for the hapless White Sox, finishing his career in a golden twilight glow with the Cubs.

In 1972, he had just begun his tenure with the Sox. A savvy businessman, Caray cut a deal pegged to ballpark attendance, which doubled, largely thanks to his flamboyant presence. It would make him very wealthy, though in 1972 he was still tallying each bar tab.

“Remember, you used to be able to deduct a three-martini lunch,” DePorter said.

Saturday, Jan. 1, lists four bars: the Back Room, still on Rush Street, plus three long-ago joints: 20 E. Delaware, Sully’s and Peppy’s, with expenses for each $10.30, $9.97, $10, and $8.95. This in a year when a six-pack of Old Style set you back $1.29.

You needed to cite who you entertained to get the write-off, so on New Year’s Day he lists Dave Condon, the Tribune sports columnist; Billy Sullivan, who owned Sully’s; and Joe Pepitone, the former Yankees first baseman who had been traded to the Cubs.

And so it begins. A chain of old-time Chicago bars — Riccardo’s, Boul Mich, Mr. Kelly’s. A posse of early 1970s sports figures — Wilt Chamberlain, Don Drysdale, Gale Sayers. Plus a few unexpected blasts from the past: boxer Jack Dempsey, comedian Jack Benny.

“These guys did nothing but go out and have a few cocktails,” said Jimmy Rittenberg, who owned Faces, which Caray visited 14 times in 1972. “I don’t know how they did it. They were 20, 30 years older than me and I couldn’t keep up with them.”

Jan. 16 something unusual happens. Caray is in Miami, yet there are no expenses, just one enigmatic word, “Super.”

After that break, if indeed it was, comes 288 consecutive days in bars, not only in Chicago, but New York City, and of course on the road with the Sox, beginning with spring training in Sarasota.

The unbroken streak pauses Nov. 3, when all we get is “to K City @310.” The only completely blank day is Monday, Nov. 6 — what must THAT have been like? Then off to the races again.

Clay Felker, founder of New York magazine. Caray’s former boss, A’s owner Charlie Finley. A few surprises: Sox owner John Allyn. Several times. That surprised me, though it shouldn’t have. All I knew about their relationship was that Allyn fired Caray, and Caray replied with this timeless retort:

“I can’t believe any man can own a ballclub and be as dumb as John Allyn. Did he make enough to own it, or did he inherit it? He’s a stupid man. This game is much too complicated for a man like John Allyn.”

But that was 1975, the epic year when White Sox players complained they did so poorly because of Caray’s critical broadcast booth assessments, drawing my favorite Caray line: “Hey, you can’t ballyhoo a funeral.”

So what was it like to stand in the Pump Room (16 visits in 1972) and hoist a few with Caray?

“I was out with Harry Caray a couple of times,” the Tribune’s Rick Kogan said. “It was always at the Pump Room. He was one of the most charming people in the world.”

How so?

“Drunk but joyful,” Kogan said. “It always wound up being a joyful, laughter-filled time.”

Caray was always surrounded by friends like TV sportscaster Tim Weigel.

“He really liked Tim Weigel,” Kogan said. “I was an audience, at best, with those two characters around. They had incredible mutual affection. There was no better place to share that mutual affection than over way too many cocktails.”

I assumed that White Sox broadcasters today do not hang out in bars every night fraternizing with ballplayers and other assorted celebrities. But, not liking to assume things, I phoned the Sox and asked whether current announcers Steve Stone, who shared a mike with Caray, or Ken Harrelson, burned the midnight oil.

They declined to comment.

That kinda says it all, huh?

Toward the end of the diary, on Dec. 24, comes the kicker. After spending at least 354 of the previous 357 days in bars (DePorter counted 61 different tap houses) Caray writes, in a bold hand, “Vacation in Acapulco. Then “Vacation” every day until the year runs out.

Which makes me wonder how he knew he was on vacation. I guess if nobody was playing baseball in front of him and when he looked over the rim of his drink he saw Mexico, then he knew he was on vacation.

But give Caray credit. As old-fashioned, and perhaps even pathological, as the bar-crawling seems today, there is another truth worth mentioning: Harry Caray could have taken his drinks at home. He went out because it was his job.

“He felt the bartender and bar people were his fans,” Rittenberg said. “He felt he was responsible He would stop in 10 joints. He was just a gregarious guy.”

Bleacher Report adds:

Jimmy Rittenberg, former proprietor of Faces—a bar Caray visited 14 times over the course of 1972—says Caray and his drinking buddies could outlast men 30 years their junior at the bar.

“These guys did nothing but go out and have a few cocktails,” Rittenberg said. “I don’t know how they did it. They were 20, 30 years older than me and I couldn’t keep up with them.”

Well, this being Wisconsin, it is hardly our place to criticize one’s drinking habits as long as one can hold one’s liquor. As far as I know, Caray was never arrested for drunk driving, and Caray was well known for drinking, not for incidents resulting from said drinking.

After Caray died, his son, Braves announcer Skip Caray, told the story of Harry, his then-broadcast partner Jack Buck, and young Skip going out the night before a Cardinals spring training game. The next day’s game against the White Sox included a catcher (who later ended up with the Brewers) named Gerry McNertney, whose last name proved difficult to announce for the presumably hung-over older Caray and Buck. “McNertney” proved so difficult, in fact, that the two decided to replace him before his third at-bat, despite the fact that McNertney was still playing. Radio is theater of the mind, after all.

(I might as well point out here that I have never broadcast while inebriated, though I have occasionally had a beer or two before games, and I have never imbibed during games. There is no opportunity to do so in high school and college games, unless you figure out a way to sneak in a bottle. I assume that announcing while impaired in today’s society is a good way to make that game your last game as an announcer.)

Skip Caray was known to hoist a few, too, or at least make drinking references. More than once, he said, “The bases are loaded, and I wish I was too,” sometimes replacing himself with the manager having to deal with the bases-loaded mess. Caray would also, until Braves owner Ted Turner made him stop, announce the bottom of the fifth inning by saying, “We’ve come to the bottom of another fifth.” Unlike his father, however, Skip’s health — according to one account, diabetes, congestive heart failure, an irregular heartbeat and reduced kidney and liver function — made him stop drinking, though after Harry missed a few games after becoming overcome during a game in Florida he reportedly switched to nonalcoholic beer.

Skip Caray died at 68. His father, Harry, was reportedly 83 when he died. Skip claimed Harry reduced his age every time he got a new employer, which, whether true or not, certainly adds to the aura, doesn’t it?


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Hockey hockey hockey!

The National Hockey League Stanley Cup Finals begins tonight, with the New York Rangers at Los Angeles.

I wrote last week about my geographically unusual affinity for the Rangers, the result of being able to see Rangers games, and no one else’s, when I was growing up.

I was hoping the Stanley Cup Finals would feature the Chicago Blackhawks, which arguably are the NHL’s most popular team now, but the Hawks lost their conference final in overtime to the Kings. Though Los Angeles is no one’s idea of a hockey hotbed, the Kings won the 2012 Stanley Cup and figure to be the favorite in this series, for, among other reasons, their better record, which is why the series opens in L.A. tonight.

The Kings have one Wisconsin connection — their TV announcer. Bob Miller was one of the UW hockey radio announcers in the early ’70s. Miller left for Los Angeles after the Badgers won their first NCAA championship in 1973. (Proving once again that announcers’ careers are helped by their teams’ winning championships.) Miller was selected for the job by the legendary Chick Hearn, long-time L.A. Lakers announcer, who was asked by Kings and Lakers owner Jack Kent Cooke to recommend a candidate out of a pile of audition tapes.

The Rangers have a more direct Badger connection, forward Derek Stepan, who played two years for the Badgers. (Stepan is also a second-generation Ranger; his father was drafted by the Rangers.) The Rangers’ most direct connection is probably former goaltender Mike Richter, who played two seasons for the Badgers and was the goaltender for the 1988 Olympic hockey team.

I detailed the Rangers’ history starting when I started following them. The Rangers for many years had what might be called George Steinbrenner Syndrome, except that it probably predates Steinbrenner — pick up name players and coaches, whether or not the acquisition improves things. One Stanley Cup-winning coach, Fred Shero (with Philadelphia), wasn’t able to win another. One Stanley Cup Finals-appearing coach, Roger Neilson, wasn’t able to win one in New York. Nor was Herb Brooks, of the 1980 gold medal U.S. Olympic hockey team.

The coach who did win a Stanley Cup, Mike Keenan, was in New York for one season. Keenan was of the improve-fast-but-wear-out-your-welcome style of coach, comparable perhaps to baseball’s Billy Martin (though without the legendary drinking problem). Keenan, who last month won a Russian league title, contributes his opinion:

Henrik Lundqvist is the reason the Rangers are in the Stanley Cup finals. And Henrik Lundqvist is the reason why the Stanley Cup will be coming back to New York and the Garden.

Lundqvist can win this series on his own. You need strong defensive play, you need timely scoring, you need special teams, which have worked well for the Rangers in the playoffs, but Lundqvist is the key.

I expect to see the best goaltending exhibition he has ever put on in his life. I have that much confidence in him — his leadership skills, his technical skills, his competitive skills, and he’s completely, as has the rest of the group, capable of doing whatever it takes to win.

Then I look at some of the experienced players. Martin St. Louis has inspired the group emotionally, through some of his own personal hardships, but certainly, he’s captured the room in the sense that he’s the emotional ingredient they perhaps didn’t have at the same level prior to his arrival. Not to say that Ryan Callahan didn’t have it, but St. Louis is on a mission.

St. Louis and Brad Richards have won the Cup, and that’s going to be critical because there’s going to be breaking points in every game, and in the evolution of the series itself, they will need guidance and confidence from the leadership group in the locker room.

Chris Kreider is a kid that’s come out of nowhere and continues to get better. Speed is a very, very important part of Stanley Cup championship, and Kreider brings a great deal of speed, he’s got size, he does get to the net.

Derek Stepan’s played well, Mats Zuccarello has scored some timely goals for them. They have a big centerman in Brian Boyle — he will be a big factor in this series because of his size and strength down the middle.

Rick Nash has got a skill set where he can be a game-breaker, and I’m sure that he’s up to that task. Nash has to be a big contributor here, not necessarily always scoring, but he has to create offensive opportunities that might result in somebody else getting a scoring chance or getting some goals. He’s a big, strong, determined winger, much like the wingers the Kings possess.

And belief can take the Rangers the distance, because that’s exactly what you need, you need a sense of mission. And they’re on a mission now, just as the Kings are. Our Stanley Cup team in ’94 had that same sense of mission, and it came right from the top players, from Mark Messier and Adam Graves, and I can start naming most of them now. There has to be that sense and confidence and the feeling that they’re capable of elevating their play. …

I coached against Alain Vigneault in Calgary a lot — don’t underscore his presentation. He’s a pit bull. And he’s a competitor. And it may not look like it, but his teams play like it. His demeanor on the bench isn’t as overt or demonstrative maybe as some others. Sutter’s pretty calming as well in terms of his presentation.

Alain’s going to make some adjustments on the bench and on the fly in Games 1 and 2 and find a way to neutralize as best he can the advantage the home team has with the last changes. …

Los Angeles has a great deal of championship experience in the core group. You look at the size and strength of their team, but that starts with the centermen, they’re really strong and deep down center, they’ve got some flexibility to move some of the centermen to wings if they want to shorten their bench. They’re big, they’re strong, they’re fast, they’re deep … and they’ve got a superstar defenseman, much like Brian Leetch for us when we won the Cup, in Drew Doughty. He commands respect of everyone that plays against him, and their goaltender Jonathan Quick is outstanding.

It won’t be enough.

Keenan points out probably the number one factor to success in the playoffs — the goalie. The other, if you’re not the team with home-ice advantage, is to win one of the first two to take away home ice advantage. The Rangers’ chances of winning the Cup improve greatly if they go to New York for games three and four tied 1-1 instead of down 2-0. In the Eastern Conference final, the Rangers improbably won the first two in Montreal, and went on to win in six.

Grantland has an interesting analysis of how the Rangers’ roster was built:

It’s been an inspiring run for the Rangers, who weren’t widely considered a Cup favorite when the playoffs began. The NHL is a copycat league, so there will no doubt be plenty of teams looking at New York’s success and trying to come up with a way to duplicate the blueprint.

But those teams will run into a problem: There doesn’t seem to be one.

No team is built by following just one strategy; every roster is pieced together in a variety of ways. But with most teams, there’s at least some tendency that stands out. This year’s Canadiens have been largely built through the draft. The Kings and Bruins draft well and then trade aggressively. The Red Wings specialize in finding gems late in the draft. The Maple Leafs trade well and sign horrible free-agent deals. The Oilers draft first overall.

But no such pattern stands out with the Rangers. A look down their roster reveals key players acquired in just about every way imaginable. If there’s an overarching plan in place beyond “go out and get good players,” it’s well hidden. And needless to say, whatever they’re doing is working.

It wasn’t always this way. For years, the Rangers were the poster child for the NHL’s big spenders, throwing dollars at the biggest free agents and using their wealth to pluck aging stars out of smaller markets in trades. And as we’ll see, they still do those things. But their ability to flex their financial muscles has been limited by the salary cap, and they’ve responded with a more balanced approach …

The blockbuster: Martin St. Louis

Martin St. Louis [as of the conference finals was] the Rangers’ leading postseason scorer. That’s not bad for a guy who wasn’t even on the team three months ago, and likely wouldn’t have wound up in New York at all if Lightning GM Steve Yzerman hadn’t left him off the initial Canadian Olympic roster. That move was reportedly the final straw that led to St. Louis requesting a trade — and then using his no-trade clause to specify New York as his desired destination.

Despite the circumstances, the former MVP didn’t come cheap. The Lightning did a good job of extracting value, including then–Rangers captain Ryan Callahan and two first-round picks. But it was an example of the Rangers doing something they’ve specialized in over the years: identifying another team’s star player who wants out, and then moving aggressively to make sure he ended up landing in New York.

It worked for guys like Eric Lindros, Jaromir Jagr, and (going even further back) Mark Messier. And it also worked for current Rangers winger Rick Nash, who came over from Columbus in a 2012 deal under somewhat similar circumstances.

The marquee free agent: Brad Richards

No NHL team has been as active as the Glen Sather–era Rangers when it comes to spending big money on free agents. The sheer volume of names is impressive: Bobby Holik, Scott Gomez, Chris Drury, Darius Kasparaitis, Wade Redden … whenever there was an offseason bidding war, the Rangers were right in the middle of it. And they usually won.

That held true again in the summer of 2011, when the free-agent class basically consisted of just one major name: Brad Richards, the former Lightning and Stars center who’d been about a point-per-game player over recent years. The Rangers were widely assumed to be the front-runners, and they got their man, thanks to a nine-year, $58.5 million offer.

The deal was a throwback to the team’s big-spending ways, but with a modern wrinkle — it was heavily front-loaded, with several low-salary years tacked on to the end to keep the cap hit low. Given that Richards was already on the backside of his career at 31 years old, it seemed like the Rangers were gambling on a few good years up front to offset the contract’s later seasons (and maybe also banking on a wink-nudge agreement that Richards would retire midway through the deal).

So far, Richards has largely lived up to expectations. His 0.72 points-per-game with the Rangers is down from his career average, but still in borderline first-line territory. But he struggled in last year’s playoffs and was scratched by then-coach John Tortorella in a move that made headlines and led to suspicion the Rangers would make him a buyout casualty. That didn’t happen, and so far Richards has put up 11 points through three rounds while centering the team’s most productive line. …

The robbery: Ryan McDonagh

Sorry, Habs fans. We have to talk about it.

When New York signed [Scott] Gomez to a seven-year, $51.5 million deal in 2007, it was easy to be skeptical just based on the Rangers’ track record alone. But Gomez was a well-respected player, posting solid offensive numbers and playing a reliable defensive game. He had two Cup rings from his time in New Jersey, and the Rangers were stealing him away from a divisional rival. After the first two years of the deal, though, some of the luster had worn off. Gomez had been fine, but at a $7 million–plus cap hit, his name was starting to crop up in the dreaded “worst contracts” discussions.

And that’s when the Canadiens stepped in, making an inexplicable deal to acquire Gomez that will go down as one of the worst in recent league history. In fairness, Montreal needed a center and had the cap room to make the move, and Gomez was still reasonably productive. With five years left on his deal, taking a chance on him was risky, but not indefensible. If the Canadiens were simply sending a few spare parts to New York in exchange for taking on what was left of Gomez’s deal, the move would have made some sense.

But instead, they negotiated a seven-player deal that cost them McDonagh, a former first-round pick and one of the team’s best prospects. By now, you know how that turned out. Gomez had one decent year in Montreal, and then hit an extended slump that at one point saw him go a full calendar year between goals. The Canadiens bought him out last year.

Meanwhile, McDonagh was a Ranger regular by 2010 and has established himself as one of the league’s best young defensemen.

The first-round pick: Chris Kreider

Conventional wisdom says today’s contenders need to be built largely through the draft, especially with blue-chip prospects obtained with high draft picks that often come from years of losing. A quick look through the list of recent Cup winners supports that theory — each of the last five champions, and 16 of the last 18, have featured at least one player the team drafted with a top-three choice.

But the Rangers apparently missed that memo, because their roster is remarkably short on their own first-round picks. Their recent draft history is littered with first-round busts like Hugh Jessiman, Bob Sanguinetti, and Pavel Brendl (plus one tragedy in Alexei Cherepanov). That’s left them with only three players on the current roster who were Rangers first-round picks: Kreider, Marc Staal, and J.T. Miller.

But while none of those players is a franchise-defining pick like Jonathan Toews or Drew Doughty, all three have contributed. Staal is a dependable defensive presence who logs 20 minutes a night, while the 21-year-old Miller has chipped in when called upon as a roster fill-in.

Meanwhile, the speedy Kreider missed the first 10 games of the postseason with a hand injury, but has been a steady contributor since returning. He’s had a pair if multipoint games and put up four points in the Montreal series. And of course, Habs fans will point to his collision with Carey Price as a defining moment in the series.

The late-round steal: Henrik Lundqvist

While the Rangers’ success rate with first-round picks has been underwhelming, they struck gold in the late rounds of the 2000 draft. That’s when they used the 205th pick on Lundqvist, a relatively unheralded Swedish goaltender. In a draft that featured NHL busts like Mathieu Chouinard, Brent Krahn, and first-overall pick Rick DiPietro, a total of 21 goalies had their names called before Lundqvist did.

He wasn’t the first goaltender picked by the Rangers — that honor went to Brandon Snee, who never made it past the ECHL. And he didn’t even manage to be the first member of his own family taken — that was his twin brother, Joel, a forward picked by the Stars in the third round.

Lundqvist didn’t make his NHL debut until five years after he was drafted, but he established himself as an elite goaltender almost immediately. He finished in the Vezina voting in each of his first three seasons and finally won the award in 2012. He seems likely to be remembered as the top goaltender in Rangers franchise history. …

The undrafted free agent: Dan Girardi

Lundqvist may have had to wait around all day, but at least he got his name called. Not so for Rangers’ alternate captain Dan Girardi, who went undrafted in 2003 and eventually signed as a free agent with the Rangers’ AHL affiliate.

He’s gone on to become a top-pairing mainstay in New York. In 2011-12, he made the All-Star team while leading the league in minutes, and has been a steady defensive presence over the course of an NHL career that’s now in its eighth season. Not bad for a guy every team in the league passed on. Girardi has some company as a key Ranger who went undrafted — forward Mats Zuccarello, who led the team in regular-season scoring, was also passed over. He didn’t even sign an NHL deal until he was 22.

Want a reason to root for the Rangers? Read about Dominic Moore, whose goal in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference finals got the Rangers to tonight:

There’s is nothing that can take away the pain that New York Rangers forward Dominic Moore has felt in the last couple of years, but what happened Thursday should have at least offered a temporary reprieve for the NHL journeyman.

Moore scored the only goal in the Rangers’ Game 6 win over the Montreal Canadiens, which clinched the Blueshirts’ first Stanley Cup Final appearance in two decades. By all accounts, it couldn’t have happened to a better guy.

For those unfamiliar with Moore’s story, he’s been through hell and back. He lost his wife, Katie, to a rare form of liver cancer in January of 2013. In a move that no one could blame him for, Moore decided to sit out the 2013 season coming out of the NHL lockout. The heartbreaking story was documented on an episode of ESPN’s “E:60″ earlier this season.

The 33-year-old decided he’d return for the 2013-14 season, and he signed with the Rangers in July. Moore has played for nine different teams during his career, but going back to the Rangers was a return to the team he started with when he broke into the NHL during the 2003-04 season.

Moore had a serviceable year on the Rangers’ fourth line. He appeared in 73 games, scoring six goals to go along with 12 assists. He helped add to New York’s forward depth — a big reason they’re going to play for the Cup starting Wednesday. He’s been even better in the playoffs, tallying three goals and four assists. His third goal, coming on Thursday night against Montreal, was the biggest of his career. …

One of the best parts about Moore’s story is that his teammates swear by him. Moore is close friends with all-world goalie Henrik Lundqvist, and Lundqvist was there beside him as Moore went through that extremely difficult time.

His other teammates have gotten a chance to see what kind of player and person Moore is over the course of the season, and you won’t find anyone saying anything bad about him. “To get that game-winner, it couldn’t happen to a better guy. He deserved that one,” Rangers forward Mats Zuccarello said, also according to “He’s been working hard all year and been a great teammate. It was nice to see him get that.”

Rangers head coach Alain Vigneault said Thursday night that he thinks Moore has been able to find “refuge” in going to the rink and being around his teammates every day. That certainly was apparent in Game 6.

There is, of course, a long-standing animus toward New York teams among fans of non-New York teams. (Similar to the long-standing animus toward L.A. teams among fans of non-L.A. teams.) The New York Post’s Mike Vaccaro writes a nice analysis of what happens when a Noo Yawk team is a winnah:

It is quite simple, of course: 20 years ago [Adam] Graves and three other names and numbers flanking him in the ceiling from his blue crew — Mark Messier’s 11, Brian Leetch’s 2 and Mike Richter’s 35 — won a Stanley Cup championship, outlasted the Vancouver Canucks in a gritty seven-game series, delivered generations of Rangers fans to the mountaintop…

And have been celebrating ever since.

Been celebrated ever since.

“It goes without saying that not a day goes by without somebody telling me how much that Cup meant to them,” Graves said. “But I’m not lying when I tell you that rarely a few HOURS go by without someone wanting to share that. It’s incredible, how much that means. And still means.”

Ours is a demanding town. Ours is an exacting town. We boo you when you strike out, and we kill you when you throw an interception. We are quick to fire you when we think you’ve lost your team, quicker to exile you when we think you’ve lost a step. Maybe it shouldn’t be that way. Tough. It IS that way. Babe Ruth was booed. Joe DiMaggio was booed. Phil Simms was booed. Clyde Frazier was booed.

But here’s the thing: we are also a town that will embrace you forever if once, just once, you prove yourself equal to our expectation. You win a championship? It doesn’t matter if you’re a star (Joe Namath, Eli Manning, Tom Seaver, Willis Reed) or a sub (Phil McConkey, Art Shamsky, Mike Riordan, Brian Doyle), you’ll never buy a beer in this town again, never buy a meal with your own money, and never walk more than two blocks without the love of a grateful city parting your path.

“Winning here isn’t like winning anywhere else,” said Reggie Jackson, who knew about winning like few athletes do. “It’s amazing, times a thousand.”

So that is what awaits these 2014 Rangers, if only they can win four games across the next 14 days in any combination, using as much or as little of this Stanley Cup final as necessary. For now, for many, these are just anonymous names found mostly in agate type — Moore, Zuccarello, Richards, Girardi, Boyle — with a few bold-faced names — ST. LOUIS! LUNDQVIST! — sprinkled in.

Get those four wins, though?

“Your legacy,” Graves said, “is written in concrete.”

Or in cloth. Graves was a terrific player, and he scored 52 goals for those ’94 Rangers; Vic Hadfield was essentially the same player. Brad Park (Hall of Famer, 14 All-Star games) had essentially the same career as Brian Leetch (Hall of Famer, 15 All-Star games, two Norris Trophies – without Bobby Orr perennially in the way, as Park had).

But Hadfield doesn’t share 11 in those eternal rafters, and Park doesn’t share 2 with Leetch. Why? Because unlike those ’94 Rangers, the ’72 club that captured so many imaginations and spawned so many hockey fans couldn’t seize on its one chance at the Cup, falling two games shy against the Bruins.

Make no mistake, that ’72 team and those players are still warmly received when they come back to the Garden, same as the ’79 team is. They are still cornerstones of the Rangers’ history book. But there IS a difference. Yes, ours is a demanding town. But you give us a reason to love you, we can become Tuscaloosa in a big hurry.

And we stay that way forever.

Pregame postscript: NBC is carrying game 1 of the series tonight. But NBC will not have its lead hockey announcer, Mike Emrick, due to the death of Emrick’s father-in-law. Tonight’s play-by-play announcer will be Kenny Albert, the Rangers’ radio voice, who also announces football for Fox. Shades of Ray Scott calling the 1965 World Series for NBC and the 1965 NFL championship for CBS.


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Go Fish/Hats/Wolf/Ducks Go!

A friend of mine said on Facebook Wednesday:

Yeah yeah we got the Mallards. They even have a mascot that endears to me intimately. But they’re a Cape Cod team. There’s no reason we can’t have a Brewers farm team–at the very least an A-team but why not the AAA-team?

We sure would go to a lot more games if it was a Brewers farm team.

Those outside the Madison area may not realize that Madison does have a minor league team, the Mallards, part of the independent (that is, unaffiliated with Major League Baseball) Northwoods League. The Mallards and their other Northwoods brethren use college players, and their season runs from late May through August.

I pointed out (after which he said, “I love how you always break things down to gravel”; I’m not sure what he meant by that) that while there are Class A teams near Madison, the obvious problem is that the Brewers already have a Class A affiliate, the Wisconsin Timber Rattlers, based in the Fox Cities. The Midwest League Rattlers, which have only been a Brewers affiliate since 2009, are the former Appleton Foxes, which had a long and distinguished history. The Foxes became the Timber Rattlers in 1995, the year they moved into Fox Cities Stadium, which hosts the WIAA spring baseball championships and the NCAA Division III College World Series.

There have been several minor league teams in Madison, over three eras, the last of which started in 1982. Before that, the Madison Senators played in the Wisconsin-Illinois League from 1907 to 1914, as a Class D (then the lowest level of the minors) team for three years and a Class C team the remaining five years. (The league’s other teams, depending on the year, included the Appleton Papermakers, Eau Claire Tigers, Fond du Lac Webfoots, Green Bay Orphans and Bays, La Crosse Badgers, Marinette-Menominee Twins, Oshkosh Indians, Racine Belles, Wausau Lumberjacks, Aurora (Ill.) Blues, Freeport (Ill.) Pretzels and Rockford Wolverines and Wolves.)

Minor league ball returned to Madison in 1940 when the Blues joined the Class B Illinois-Indiana-Iowa League, with the opponents the Cedar Rapids Raiders, Clinton (Ill.) Giants, Decatur (Ill.) Commodores, Evansville (Ind.) Bees, Moline Plow Boys, Springfield (Ill.) Browns and Waterloo (Iowa) Hawks. The Blues were a Cubs affiliate in their final year, 1942.

Forty years later, the Class A Midwest League’s Madison Muskies arrived and were initially a hit beyond all expectations. The Muskies were an affiliate of the Oakland Athletics, and the Muskies had several players who would end up with the great A’s teams of the late 1980s, including Jose Canseco, Terry Steinbach and Walt Weiss, or with other teams, including outfielder Luis Polonia and pitcher Tim Belcher (who opened the 1988 World Series for the Dodgers against the A’s in what you should know as the Kirk Gibson Game). Warner Park, a high school diamond, underwent in-season expansion projects to accommodate the crush of interest. The Muskies ended up losing the Midwest League championship to Appleton, but were unquestionably the league’s biggest hit, and maybe the biggest hit in all of minor league baseball. (That was in the same year the Brewers got to the World Series, so arguably 1982 was the zenith of baseball in the state of Wisconsin, among the Brewers, Foxes and Muskies.)

Unfortunately for the Muskies, the first year was their best year. As with nearly all minor league teams, sometimes the Muskies were good; sometimes they weren’t. Warner Park was never significantly improved, which posed a problem when the minors became popular and better stadiums started to be built. The Muskies changed owners, and the new owners moved the franchise to Grand Rapids, Mich., to become the West Michigan Whitecaps. The one-season replacement was the Madison Hatters, a Cardinals minor league team formerly located in Springfield, Ill., but they were at Warner Park for just 1994 before they moved to Battle Creek, Mich. (They are now in Midland, Mich., and called the Great Lakes Loons. Really.)

Madison’s first independent minor league team was the Black Wolf, which played in the Northern League at Warner Park from 1996 to 2000. (Jimmy Buffett — yes, that Jimmy Buffett — was a minority owner.) After five seasons, the Black Wolf moved to Lincoln, Neb., to become the Saltdogs.

Exit the Black Wolf, but enter Steve Schmidt, owner of The Shoe Box in Black Earth. Schmidt played baseball at Madison Area Technical College (which has one of the best junior-college baseball programs in the country, though most Madisonians probably don’t know that). Schmidt hit upon the idea of a short-season team, which conveniently eliminated the problem of playing baseball in April and May before tens of fans. The Mallards have been successful on the field (two league titles) and seem to be successful enough off the field.

The question my friend asks, however, is about Madison’s return to what could be called Organized Baseball. The next level up, Class AA, is unlikely due to geography. The closest AA league is the Eastern League, and by “closest” I mean the closest team is in Akron, Ohio. That leaves Class AAA, and Madison sits between its two leagues — the International League has teams in Indianapolis and Columbus, Ohio, and the Pacific Coast League has teams in Des Moines and Omaha.

As a Class AAA market, Madison would be on the small side, but with a metro area of half a million people (counting Iowa and Columbia counties) would be comparable to such markets as Durham, N.C., Scranton/Wilkes-Barre, Pa. (home of the Yankees’ top farm club), Syracuse and Toledo.

What about the Brewers on the other end of Interstate 94? As close as they are, that wouldn’t be the shortest distance between parent club and AAA affiliate. The Tacoma Rainiers are 32 minutes south of their Mariners parents, and the Gwinnett Braves are 37 minutes north of their Braves parents. Of course, Seattle and Atlanta are considerably larger than Milwaukee.

The Brewers are much more of a statewide team than they used to be, thanks to the Miller Park roof and Brewers marketing people who actually know something about marketing. (Their predecessors in the Bud and Wendy Selig era didn’t, or didn’t have any money for marketing outside Milwaukee.)

These three dangerous-looking characters are my father (on the left; I look more like my mother, the Miss Wisconsin-USA finalist, though Dad and I have the same body type, and we are the first two generations of trumpet players in the family) and two of his high school friends, from Richland Center, one of whom has season tickets. It is unlikely anyone from Richland Center, unless a diehard baseball fan, would have season tickets at Milwaukee County Stadium, given Milwaukee’s bad spring weather and distance from southwest Wisconsin. The Wednesday afternoon we were there, it was 44 degrees outside. The game drew 24,000 at Miller Park; it probably would have drawn 4,000 at County Stadium.

What obviously is a huge plus to the Brewers is a minus for competitors for the entertainment dollar. If you buy tickets for a Brewers game, wherever you are, you have absolute certainty that the game will be played. The only thing the weather will affect is the comfort level of your pregame tailgate party. To no one’s surprise, the Brewers’ attendance as a percentage of available tickets (capacity times game dates) is substantially higher than it was in the County Stadium days, even when the Brewers had good teams. (The Brewers’ attendance record in County Stadium was in 1983, 2.3 million fans, or 53 percent of capacity. The Brewers so far are averaging 76 percent of capacity, slightly better than in 2013, and the Brewers have exceeded 3 million fans, which is about 90 percent of capacity, three times since moving to Miller Park.)

The stadium question is one of the biggest hurdles. A Class AAA stadium seats about 10,000 to 15,000. There is no obvious place in Madison to put a baseball stadium other than possibly the Dane County Fairgrounds, though Dane County has never expressed interest in building a ballpark. Schmidt has done wonders with Warner Park, but Warner Park will never really meet the standard of a quality minor league ballpark. In a perfect world, a ballpark would be built close to the UW campus so the UW baseball team and the AAA team could share it, but there is no UW varsity baseball anymore. With Madison’s reputation as the City That Won’t where business is concerned, it would almost make more sense for one of Madison’s suburbs to host the team, though that is probably a nine-digit financial commitment.

The other hurdle is ownership of the team. The Brewers’ AAA affiliate is the Nashville Sounds. It’s not that Milwaukee has a historic commitment to Nashville; the Brewers are the Sounds’ sixth parent organization. But to get a team in Madison, you have to put together an ownership group. Since it’s always fun to speculate with other people’s money, some of the names being circulated as potential Milwaukee Bucks minority owners come to mind — Brewers owner Mark Attanasio, who is reportedly interested in having a part of the Bradley Center replacement, and Nashville Predators owner Craig Leipold, a Racine native. Beyond them, though, well, it’s nice to have rich people in your state, and Wisconsin has very few of them.

Some may see the distance between Madison and Milwaukee as a hurdle. Others see the failure of previous minor league teams as a sign that Madison isn’t a baseball town, or that the UW overwhelms everything else sports-wise. The former may more be a commentary on Muskies ownership (the Hatters were never intended to be in Madison more than one season) than on whether Madison would support a higher-level baseball team stocked with players who next year might be playing at Miller Park. The latter ignores the fact that baseball and UW football, basketball and hockey don’t overlap.

The key number is 700,000. That’s 10,000 spectators times 70 home games. In an area of slightly more than a half-million people, could a baseball franchise get that many ticket sales?

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41 years ago Wednesday, Thursday and today

ABC-TV broadcasted the Indianapolis 500 race for the 50th year Sunday.

I’m not a big race fan, but the Indy 500 was one of the few races I always tried to watch each year, at least until high school commencements on Sunday afternoons intervened. Somewhere there is a photo of me in a race car in the Indianapolis Motor Speedway museum, and on my one and only UW Marching Band bowl game our buses took a lap on the track. Indy is not considered a very steep track, but even an 11-degree banking is noticeable, particularly in a bus.

The race also was the final time Jim Nabors started the race by singing “Back Home Again in Indiana.” (Nabors’ singing voice is nothing like his “Gomer Pyle” voice. Surprise, surprise, surprise.)

Nabors told a hilarious story about how he started singing the song:

People tend to forget Nabors was actually born in Alabama. He moved to California when he started out in show business, and was performing in Lake Tahoe one day for an audience that included Bill Harrah. The casino magnate happened to be a car aficionado, and he invited Nabors to attend the Indy 500 for the first time.

Nabors was supposed to be there as a fan, but [track owner] Tony Hulman had also seen Nabors perform in Lake Tahoe, and the speedway’s owner asked if he would sing along with the Purdue marching band prior to the race. With that, Nabors picks up the story:

”So to the conductor of the Purdue band, I said, ‘What key do you do this in?’ And he looked at me funny and said, ‘We only have one key.’ I said, ‘No, the ”Star-Spangled Banner” has two keys.’ And he said, ‘You’re not singing that!’ And I said, ‘Well, what the hell am I singing?’ It was only five minutes to race time, too, and there’s 500,000 people here,” Nabors said.

”He says, ‘It’s the traditional song that opens the race, ”Back Home Again in Indiana.”’ I kind of looked at him and go, ‘I’m from Alabama!’ And he started laughing and asked if I knew it. And I said, ‘Well, I know the melody but I don’t know all the lyrics.’ So I’m writing them on my hand. The first time I ever sang it, I wrote it on my hand.”

Racing — animal or vehicular — is one of the events I’ve never had the opportunity to announce. It must be an enormous challenge to announce given that fans have a hard time determining who’s in first place except for the scoreboard since the lead participants often end up lapping slower participants.

There is one more challenge specific to auto racing, though it’s something that could happen in other sporting events. No sports broadcasting program I’m aware of trains you how to cover death during a sporting event.

I have had a couple of instances where games I was announcing were stopped because of player injuries that were serious enough to require ambulance trips for the participants. All three of the games were tape-delayed, so we’d watch for a few minutes and then turn off the camera until play resumed.

One year before ABC started covering the 500, in 1964, drivers Dave MacDonald and Eddie Sachs were killed on the race’s second lap.

The YouTube video merges newsreel footage with the live radio coverage of the event. Radio race coverage is interesting to observe. For races on big tracks such as Indianapolis or the Daytona 500, there are one or two main announcers, and additional announcers in each of the turns. The announcers describe what — more accurately who — is going past them.

Nine years after the 1964 500, ABC’s broadcast of the 1973 500 demonstrated the unpredictability of live sports, even though ABC’s broadcast wasn’t live. In those days ABC tape-delayed the 500 to the evening after the race, which has been  run on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend (weather permitting) since 1975. In 1973, the race was still on Memorial Day … or it was supposed to be on Memorial Day.

Those who believe in omens would have been disturbed two weeks before the race was to be held, when driver Art Pollard crashed in qualifying and was killed. But drivers and hardcore race fans have always accepted death as part of what can happen in racing. (I have a high school classmate who was killed in a race car crash in 1997. Ten years before that, I was an intern at WKOW-TV in Madison, sitting in the newsroom watching the 1987 500 when the Associated Press reported the death of a spectator from Wisconsin. A wheel came off of one of the cars, another car hit the wheel — as it happened, during a commercial, as I discovered in trying to find the incident — and launched the wheel and tire the air and hit the spectator, who was sitting in the top row of the grandstand, in the head, killing him instantly.)

ABC’s main announcer was Jim McKay, one of the most versatile announcers in the history of TV sports. There had  not been a death during the 500 since McDonald’s and Sachs’ deaths, though there had been deaths during practice or qualifying. (Including, in 1968, a driver who had been added to a team to replace legendary racer Jim Clark, who had died in a race crash one month earlier.) McKay’s on-the-job training for what he’d have to announce was the previous September, when, while covering the 1972 Munich Olympics, he had to announce the kidnapping and then murder of 11 Israeli athletes.

The 1973 500 turned out to be both the shortest (just 133 of 200 laps) and longest (over three days) race in Indy history. The race began three hours late due to rain. That would have made things a little exciting in ABC’s production facilities with the amount of time for pre-broadcast production shrinking dramatically. However …

… ABC carried none of the race Memorial Day. The 11-car crash seven seconds into the race, in which fuel sprayed into the crowd, severely injured driver David “Salt” Walther and at least two spectators. By the time track repairs and cleanup were under way, the rains resumed. and race officials postponed the race until Tuesday, even though ABC said it wouldn’t carry the race Tuesday.

(Having announced a three-day-long baseball game last year, I can relate. For that matter, 25 years ago I was supposed to provide reports from a softball sectional in the same town as a baseball sectional involving the same high school. Thanks to two days of rain not dried out by the third day, I covered exactly none of it, because by the time the games were actually played, I had to be at the state track meet.)

The action Tuesday was off the track, because the rain returned before the race was to restart. ABC reported on a heated meeting between race officials and drivers during which a driver told race officials that if the start wasn’t improved, “you’re going to get us all killed out there.” The problem was a too-slow start (which bunched up the field) combined with drivers’ not staying where they were supposed to stay before the race started, as was pointed out by driver Jackie Stewart, ABC’s analyst.

Stewart had to be back in Europe for a race, so he wasn’t there for the final start. Nor were many of the race team crew, since many had to return to their actual jobs. Nor were most of the fans, for the same reason.

What sportswriters were now calling “the 72 Hours of Indianapolis” got started for good Wednesday. The race got as far as 57 laps until …

… driver David “Swede” Savage crashed and was trapped inside his burning car. A crew member of one of Savage’s teammates started running on pit row toward the crash, was hit by a fire truck responding to the crash, and was killed. Savage survived the crash, but died a month later of complications. His wife was pregnant with their second daughter.

ABC carried the 72 Hours of Indianapolis the night the race finally ended.

One of the unpleasant truths of wars and disasters is that they represent learning opportunities. (Much of current emergency medical practice is based on what was learned in the Korean and Vietnam wars.) Fatal crashes in prominent races usually result in safety improvements. Indy cars were slowed down until chassis and safety technology caught up with engine technology. Emergency equipment was required to be driven the same direction as race cars down pit row. The track was also improved by removing the wall Savage hit and the seats where spectators were burned in Walther’s crash.

For instance, drivers now wear neck protection to avoid the kind of injury that killed racer Dale Earnhardt at Daytona in 2001:

The fact, however, is that the only way to eliminate deaths from racing is to eliminate racing. If a crash in which a car going 60 mph hits something can kill the car’s occupants, a crash at triple-digit speeds will be more lethal. Which doesn’t stop drivers from racing.


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20 years ago tonight

Strange though it seems for someone who grew up in Madison, which is 943 miles west of Madison Square Garden, I am a New York Rangers fan.

There are only two reasons. First, as a lifelong UW fan growing up in the ’70s, you would naturally follow the only successful major sport at UW in that period, hockey.

Second, USA Network in its pre-NBCUniversal/Comcast days carried events from the Madison Square Garden Network, which still exists today, though it’s carried only in Noo Yawk. MSG carried events from, natch, Madison Square Garden, including Rangers hockey, Knicks basketball, boxing and professional wrestling. I cared little about the middle two (yes, I watched pro wrestling, but preferred Milwaukee’s own The Crusher to the NYC wrestlers), but followed the Rangers, the only New York team I did, or would, follow.

I watched the Rangers because that was the only NHL team I could watch. The NHL had some syndicated games in the late 1970s, but no Madison TV station carried the NHL. (The closest stations that carried the NHL were in Chicago and Duluth. Milwaukee’s then-only independent station didn’t carry the NHL either.) I could have been a Chicago Blackhawks fan, but Blackhawks owner William Wirtz, who met no one’s definition of an enlightened pro sports team owner, banned home telecasts, and the only Chicago station we got, WGN-TV, didn’t carry Blackhawks road games. (How bad was Wirtz? ESPN named the franchise the worst in pro sports in 2004. When the Blackhawks held a moment of silence after Wirtz’s death in 2007, the United Center crowd booed.)

It’s safe to say that the Rangers teams I started watching in the late ’70s were more celebrities than team-oriented hockey players. The biggest name was probably center Phil Esposito, followed by goalie John Davidson, followed by defenseman Ron Greschner, because he was married to supermodel Carol Alt, and the brothers Maloney, defenseman Dave and forward Don, star of a 7Up commercial.

The biggest hair undoubtedly belonged to forward Ron Duguay, described in 2009 by the New York Times as “an icon of the disco era,” and who, unlike Greschner, is still married to his supermodel, Kim Alexis.

Watching from Wisconsin (whose Badgers provided Rangers goaltender Wayne Thomas and forward Dean Talafous, by the way) and not metro New York, I missed this:

Given the ethos of the NHL, I suspect the Sasson participants were ridiculed mercilessly in every NHL arena once that hit the airwaves. Which is not to say that Espo, Duguay, Maloney and Anders Hedberg were the only NHL players to wear designer jeans. (I had a pair of not Sassons, but Jordache.)

The Rangers’ teams I started following were announced on TV by Jim Gordon (also the long-time New York Giants announcer) and former NHL referee Bill Chadwick, who would yell “SHOOT THE PUCK BARRY!” whenever huge defenseman Barry Beck scored. Those were the only NHL games I watched until USA Network started carrying hockey; apparently Rangers road games were carried on local TV, while MSG got the home games.

Until the 1993–94 season, the Rangers were sort of the National Hockey League’s answer to the Chicago Cubs, though going without a Stanley Cup for 54 years is not quite like going without a World Series title for 86 years. (Now 105 years, and counting.) The Rangers got to the 1979 Stanley Cup final, but lost 4 games to 1 to Montreal.

That was until the 1993–94 season, with new coach Mike Keenan, forward Mark Messier, defenseman Brian Leetch, and former UW and Olympic goalie Mike Richter in net. The Rangers won the regular-season title with more points (two for a win, one for a tie) than any other team, and won their first two playoff series. Against Hudson River archrival New Jersey, the Rangers fell behind three games to two, won game six at New Jersey when Messier, former teammate of the great Wayne Gretzky, guaranteed a win and then delivered a third-period hat trick …

… bringing us to game seven, on the Friday of 1994 Memorial Day weekend.

I watched this game from my parents’ family room on the way to visiting the in-laws. I’d stopped there for supper, saw the game-tying goal with 7 seconds left in overtime, and then sat nervously through the two overtimes while my parents must have wondered why I cared about an NHL game.

There is really nothing like an NHL overtime game in professional sports. Overtime used to be found only in the playoffs; the NHL grudgingly added five-minute overtimes, then added shootouts to settle regular-season ties. (Though teams get one point in the standings for a shootout loss, whereas they get no points for losing in regulation or OT.) I once did a college hockey overtime playoff game, and I wish I still had the sound file of the finish, which sits on a dead computer somewhere. Before that, I played in the UW Band at nine UW overtime games, all wins.

Unlike other sports, where you have some warning of what’s about to happen in overtime, there are the skaters on one end, and then the red light goes on behind the net, and the fans and announcers go bananas if the home team wins. It’s comparable to a walk-off home run in baseball or a buzzer-beater in basketball, but somehow seems more dramatic.

Four minutes into the second overtime, Stephane Matteau, who had already scored one overtime goal in the conference final against New Jersey, swiped the puck in the corner and …

The most memorable call of the game-winner comes from substitute radio announcer Howie Rose

… who was working because the regular radio announcer, Marv Albert, was working for NBC. (Albert had an amazingly full schedule in those days.)

The win moved the Rangers to the Stanley Cup Finals against Vancouver. What happened then? Stay tuned.



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What’s Brewing?

Improbably, the Brewers are the hottest team in baseball, having gotten to 20 wins faster than any team in baseball.

This is the same team that MLB Reports ranked 23rd of baseball’s 30 franchises before the season:

Not even a great 1B option, despite the rest of the lineup being decent can be eradicated through a trade.  Tough battle in the NL Central.

They went 74 – 88, and could be a decent year. Ryan Braun back for the full year helps.  Aramis Ramirez is the Wild Card.  Jean Segura and Carlos Gomez must keep up their 2013 output.

How are they so much better than figured at the start of the season, you ask? Yahoo! Sports has the answers:

Home-field advantage? Not that big of a deal for the Brewers so far this season. The team is 11-2 on the road. Before losing Wednesday in St. Louis, the Brewers hadn’t lost on the road since April 17 against the Pittsburgh Pirates.

Ryan Braun’s return from a season shortened by PED suspension has been everything the Brewers hoped — he’s hitting .318/.361/.591, with six homers and 18 RBIs. Sure, people are still going to call him names andboo him, but there’s no denying he’s been a big contributor. He’s hurt right now, sidelined by an oblique strain but not (yet?) on the disabled list. His health might be a big factor in Milwaukee’s continued success. 

Gomez’s April is marred by the ugly brawl he was a part of, but you can’t ignore all he gives the Brewers. He leads the team in runs and hits, but contributes across the board — seven homers, four stolen bases and stellar defense in the outfield. Last season he had WAR of 7.6, according to Fangraphs, but he wasn’t completely viewed as a legit MVP candidate. Gomez has the fifth-best WAR in the NL right now. A winning team could legitimize his MVP candidacy this season if he keeps this up.

The Brewers didn’t come into the season with one of the most praised starting pitching staffs in baseball, but they’ve delivered. Their 3.01 ERA is top five in MLB, and they’ve done it with a mixture of experienced guys having great starts and their end-of-the-rotation starters looking much improved. Yovani Gallardo, Kyle Lohse, Marco Estrada and Wily Peralta all have sub-3.00 ERAs. 

Aramis Ramirez has been, for the most part, healthy and driving in runs early this season. Ramirez, who has a tough injury history, was cruising along until he was hit by a pitch earlier this week and hurt his elbow. He’s expected back in the lineup Thursday, which is good news because he’s been great for the Brewers with runners in scoring position. He has 12 hits in 24 at-bats with 16 RBIs. That’s the third-most hits in baseball with RISP.

It’s not just K-Rod who has been effective for the Brewers. Their relief pitchers have an ERA of 2.47, fourth best in MLB. Opponents were hitting .194 against the Brewers bullpen coming into Wednesday’s game.

One sign that a team might be on the way to accomplishing something is its doing well despite some of its players not doing well. Shortstop Jean Segura had a great year last year, hitting .294 with an OPS (On-Base Plus Slugging, for you non-sabermetricians) of .752. So far this year, Segura is at just .244 and .621. The Brewers also have gotten little production out of left field, with Khris Davis at .238 and .621 and Logan Schaefer at .214 and .599. Somehow they’re making the first-base platoon of Lyle Overbay (.279 and .775) and Mark Reynolds (.224 and .802) work even though Overbay hits for average but not power, and Reynolds hits for power but not average.

(Reynolds is, in fact, the Dave Kingman of our time, or, for old Brewers fans, the 2014 edition of Gorman Thomas. In six of Reynolds’ eight seasons in the majors, Reynolds has hit 20 or more home runs, including 44 home runs in 2009. Reynolds is a career .233 hitter, and he’s topped the 200-strikeout total three seasons.)

Pitching is, of course, the key to baseball success, and pitching is something the Brewers have pretty much never had. Remarkably, 11 of the Brewers pitchers have ERAs of 3.00 or better, and reliever Jim Henderson isn’t doing badly by today’s standards at 3.38. Rodriguez is a man possessed on the mound, with a strikeout-to-walk ratio of 23 to 4, which is why he’s 13-of-13 in save situations.

For the past two weeks the Brewers have led’s Power Ratings, and they may hold on to first given their going into St. Louis and winning two of three. Obviously playoff berths are not won in April, but good starts more often lead to good finishes (for instance, the 1984 Tigers) than not. Of course, the Brewers have had good starts wiped out before by wretched months, but you have to like how things are going … so far.

The happy news is that while the Brewers are highly unlikely to continue this pace — a 20–8 pace over an entire season would be 116 wins, the most wins ever recorded in a season — Brewers owner Mark Attanasio has shown willingness to improve the roster during a promising season. In 2008 the Brewers got pitcher C.C. Sabathia for the second half of the season, and no Sabathia, no playoffs. In 2011 the Brewers acquired pitchers Zack Greinke and Shaun Marcum and outfielder Nyjer “Tony Plush” Morgan before the season began, and picked up Rodriguez and infielder Jerry Hairston Jr. during the season. Hairston was particularly important when second baseman Rickie Weeks got hurt (arguably the Brewers have not successfully replaced Hairston three years later), and Morgan, well, did this:

Oh — forgot one other thing:

It cannot be discounted that Hank the Dog — the stray the team took in during spring training and adopted as their new mascot — might be some part of this.


Maybe he’s a good-luck charm sent from outer space to change the fortune of one MLB team. The Brewers were nice enough to take him in, and thus they are reaping the reward. Or the Brewers could just have really good karma right now for adopting Hank.

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Negating bigotry, or affectation?

You need not be a fan of Los Angeles Clippers owner (for now) Donald Sterling to notice the hypocrisy and selective outrage over his apparent views of non-whites.

Let’s start with former Clippers coach, and former Bucks player, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar:

I used to work for him, back in 2000 when I coached for the Clippers for three months. He was congenial, even inviting me to his daughter’s wedding. Nothing happened or was said to indicate he suffered from IPMS (Irritable Plantation Master Syndrome). Since then, a lot has been revealed about Sterling’s business practices:

  • 2006: U.S. Dept. of Justice sued Sterling for housing discrimination. Allegedly, he said, “Black tenants smell and attract vermin.”
  • 2009: He reportedly paid $2.73 million in a Justice Dept. suit alleging he discriminated against blacks, Hispanics, and families with children in his rentals. (He also had to pay an additional nearly $5 million in attorneys fees and costs due to his counsel’s “sometimes outrageous conduct.”)
  • 2009: Clippers executive (and one of the greatest NBA players in history) sued for employment discrimination based on age and race.

And now the poor guy’s girlfriend (undoubtedly ex-girlfriend now) is on tape cajoling him into revealing his racism. Man, what a winding road she led him down to get all of that out. She was like a sexy nanny playing “pin the fried chicken on the Sambo.” She blindfolded him and spun him around until he was just blathering all sorts of incoherent racist sound bites that had the news media peeing themselves with glee. …

What bothers me about this whole Donald Sterling affair isn’t just his racism. I’m bothered that everyone acts as if it’s a huge surprise. Now there’s all this dramatic and very public rending of clothing about whether they should keep their expensive Clippers season tickets. Really? All this other stuff I listed above has been going on for years and this ridiculous conversation with his girlfriend is what puts you over the edge? That’s the smoking gun?

He was discriminating against black and Hispanic families for years, preventing them from getting housing. It was public record. We did nothing. Suddenly he says he doesn’t want his girlfriend posing with Magic Johnson on Instagram and we bring out the torches and rope. Shouldn’t we have all called for his resignation back then?

Shouldn’t we be equally angered by the fact that his private, intimate conversation was taped and then leaked to the media? Didn’t we just call to task the NSA for intruding into American citizen’s privacy in such an un-American way? Although the impact is similar to Mitt Romney’s comments that were secretly taped, the difference is that Romney was giving a public speech. The making and release of this tape is so sleazy that just listening to it makes me feel like an accomplice to the crime. We didn’t steal the cake but we’re all gorging ourselves on it.

Make no mistake: Donald Sterling is the villain of this story. But he’s just a handmaiden to the bigger evil. In our quest for social justice, we shouldn’t lose sight that racism is the true enemy. He’s just another jerk with more money than brains.

Allen West continues:

There can be no debate that the words of Mr. Sterling were reprehensible and disgusting. But how and why did these words come to light now, when his points of view were apparently well-known for many years?

It seems his “girlfriend,” Ms. Stiviano, decided to tape a private conversation between the two. Apparently, Ms. Stiviano had recently been sued by the estranged wife of Mr. Sterling, so there is some potential nefarious motive involved. Furthermore, the taping of a conversation without consent of the other party is illegal under California statute. There is some question as to whether he knew he was being recorded. Let’s assume for the moment he didn’t.

The national outrage against Mr. Sterling has come from an act that could be illegal and inadmissible in a court of law. Nevertheless, the court of public opinion has tried and convicted Mr. Sterling of being a jerk.

But have we come to a point in America where being a jerk is grounds for confiscation of a private property? It was Englishman John Locke who first proposed that individual rights as granted under natural law were life, liberty, and property. It was Thomas Jefferson who in the American Declaration of Independence used that paradigm to propose our unalienable rights from our Creator being life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Sterling’s comments were repulsive, but they were stated in the privacy of his own home — at least he thought it was private.

So where do we go from here?

Have we come to the point that private conversations can be taped and released in the public domain in order to ruin the livelihood –pursuit of happiness — of private citizens? Ms. Stiviano, or whomever, knew exactly what they wanted the end result to be as they released this tape to TMZ.

Is this the “new normal?” Is this a violation of our privacy rights? Ok, so what types of conversations occur in the privacy of the NBA locker rooms, or the homes of the players? Yes, this is indeed a slippery slope as Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban asserted. …

Has our culture devolved to the point that the private statements of an NBA owner draws more outrage than the lies and deceit of the President of the United States? …

Sterling is a jerk, an unlikeable fella, but is he guilty of a crime that demands his property be confiscated? Uh, no.

We’re told however that Obama is a likable fella –regardless of the incessant lies, deceit and abject failures. What is happening to American culture and values?

I don’t like jerks, but I really don’t like jerks who are liars, do you?

Herman Cain adds:

It’s become a blood sport in this country to pounce all over people if they say things in the wrong way, and what Sterling said was certainly detestable. But people’s words represent those honest moments when attitudes are exposed for what they really are, and I don’t see how we do ourselves any favors when we demand that people who think ignorant thoughts keep them to themselves. Let’s hear it, and then let’s deal with it. Donald Sterling has been a pretty questionable character for a long time.

By the way, have you noticed that he is catching no heat whatsoever for the fact that he has a girlfriend while he also still has a wife? (A wife who is weirdly quite involved with the running of the team. Interesting family this appears to be.) I guess purveyors of the culture condemn racist words because doing so allows them to appear morally superior, but they don’t condemn adultery because they want to reserve the right to engage in it.

At any rate, I hope you realize that there is really no way forward here that is going to satisfy anyone. If Sterling forced to sell the franchise, he cashes out and walks away with a fortune. If he keeps it but sponsors bail, that mainly hurts the players and others who work for the team – many of whom are black, by the way.

And I don’t know about you, but I am just a wee bit uncomfortable with the idea that we “punish”  people because they say horrendous things. There is no law against saying such things, which is not to say we all have to put up with racist morons. But I believe people who reveal themselves to be ignoramuses tend to pay their own price along the way, and I’d rather see it happen that way than see big official officialdom mete out official “punishments” for things that are awful but are also within people’s constitutional rights to do and say.

Selective moral outrage has unintended consequences, such as what Virginia Postrel points out:

Earlier this month, Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling’s foundation pledged $3 million for kidney research at UCLA and made an initial payment of $425,000. In Sterling’s customary self-aggrandizing fashion, he took out ads in the Los Angeles Times touting his own generosity. (Although the ads were written as though they came from UCLA, savvy L.A. Times readers know the distinctively cheesy style of Sterling’s ads, which look the same whether they’re promoting apartments or his latest charity honors.)

Now, not surprisingly, UCLA has decided to return the money. “Mr. Sterling’s divisive and hurtful comments demonstrate that he does not share UCLA’s core values as a public university that fosters diversity, inclusion, and respect,” the university said in a press release.

All perfectly understandable.

But it means that Sterling’s racist comments have now cost researchers precious funding in the fight against a racially biased disease. Blacks are more than three times as likely as whites to develop kidney disease and account for a third of U.S. kidney patients. Outrage won’t help their cause.

The NBA could. The league in a unique position to raise money for and awareness of kidney disease, which suffers from a low public profile and lack of celebrity representatives. It could start by donating Sterling’s $2.5 million fine to the UCLA nephrology program to replace the lost funds. More important, over time, it could give this debilitating and deadly disease the attention it deserves — encouraging screening, raising money for research and promoting kidney donation. It could turn the negative spillovers from Sterling’s disgrace into something good.

This summer presents the perfect opportunity for the NBA to embrace kidney disease as a cause. On August 8, Alonzo Mourningwill be inducted into the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. NBA fans know him as a defensive great and long-time center for the Miami Heat. He is also one of the country’s most famous kidney transplant recipients. His cousin Jason Cooper, who gave him the kidney, will be with him for the honors. Sports reporters will undoubtedly tell their story again. The league has a chance to add a new chapter.

And prying the Clippers away from Sterling (and his wife, who also owns the team) won’t be easy as some may think. Bob Ford of the Philadelphia Inquirer reports:

Donald Sterling began his professional life as a personal-injury and divorce lawyer, and he is no stranger to taking on cases that other attorneys would find too distasteful to touch.

He has created just such a case for himself in the matter of Sterling v. World, the upshot of a recorded conversation between Sterling and his multiracial mistress in which the owner of the Los Angeles Clippers, a noted employer of blacks, reveals that he’s really not all that fond of such folks.

The story is a lot more complicated than that – any story that also includes an aggrieved wife’s suing the mistress for the $1.8 million in gifts and favors bestowed by the hubby is plenty complicated – but that’s the heart of the tale. Sterling, who has been sort of a dottering dirtbag for years, was gotcha’d by an angry girlfriend and is suffering the consequences as meted out Tuesday by NBA commissioner Adam Silver. …

What we do know, however, is enough to render a judgment on Sterling. What he said was reprehensible – drunk, sober, or entrapped – and can’t be tolerated. Worse yet, it was bad for business.

The NBA studied the situation for two days before Silver walked out and handed down the death sentence. Sterling can’t go to games, practices, or the office. He can’t handle any of the business dealings of the franchise. The commissioner will ask the other owners to kick him out of the club, forcing Sterling, the longest-tenured owner in the NBA, to sell the team and disappear.

It was a harsh sentence, but not a difficult one for Silver to deliver. He was congratulated for strong action, and anybody who thinks he overstepped must be a racist, too. Everyone in the NBA hierarchy, including Dallas owner Mark Cuban, who previously worried about the “slippery slope” of ejecting unpopular owners, fell into line and joined the applause.

That’s fine as far as it goes, and the NBA would hardly miss the presence of Sterling, who has made a lot of money with business practices that grind down the civil rights of minorities, but any expectation that Sterling will take his whupping and leave is overly optimistic. The man is 80 years old, worth nearly $2 billion, is a fantastic egotist, and did we mention he cut his teeth chasing ambulances down the block? Shaming Donald Sterling is not an afternoon’s work.

Sterling has five days to respond to the commissioner. He will certainly find himself in a legal bind, since the NBA constitution virtually forces owners to sign away their litigation rights when judged by their peers to have screwed up the business in a dreadful financial or ethical way. Ted Stepien, briefly the owner of the Cavaliers, was encouraged to sell his team after nearly bankrupting it with terrible personnel decisions and his stated belief that half the roster should be Caucasian to attract fans.

That is an obstacle, but it is unlikely to keep Sterling from fighting back. He knows the commissioner’s actions were at least partially motivated by the bad publicity that caused some team sponsors to flee. He also knows that the league didn’t do anything when he was the subject of a Department of Justice investigation into his systematic unwillingness to rent residential properties to blacks and Latinos. …

Where the NBA is vulnerable – if that is its position on the past – is that Sterling hasn’t been convicted of a crime this time, either, aside from the crime of being a backward cretin. If that were prosecutable, you couldn’t build enough jails in this country. And further, Sterling will argue that the context of what happened was private and had nothing to do with his business or how it is run.

He might not be able to win, but $2 billion will buy a whole lot of billable hours for his legal staff, and this thing and the bad publicity Silver and the NBA want to quash could drag on for years. Will the other NBA owners really stay in line and strip Sterling of a holding worth $700 million if they think he might prevail and then sting them for monstrous damages?

It’s an interesting question, and like the entire matter, there is no precedent to use as a guide. What we know is that this is all about public perception, and that nothing could be of less interest to Donald Sterling. He will fight.

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100, 30, 25 and 11 years ago

Today is the 100th anniversary of the first baseball game played at what now is Wrigley Field in Chicago.

Wrigley Field wasn’t known as Wrigley Field when it opened April 23, 1914; it was Weegham Park, then Cubs Park, before the Wrigley family, of chewing gum fame, purchased the Cubs. Tribune Co. didn’t change the park’s name when it purchased the Cubs in 1980, and neither has the Ricketts family, the current owners.

The Chicago Tribune, former owner of the Cubs, has a cool page of Wrigley’s past, present and proposed future.

Perhaps ironically given where I’ve lived my entire life, I have seen more Cubs games than Brewers games, between in-person attendance and watching on TV. But that’s not really ironic given the Cubs’ long relationship with WGN-TV, which formerly televised nearly all Cubs games for decades.

The important games to televise were home games. That way viewers could see how nice Chicago can be on a nice summer day — the green grass, the ivy, and, when the wind was blowing out, plenty of offense.

The games were first announced by the eternal optimist, Jack Brickhouse. After Brickhouse retired in 1981, the Cubs brought in Harry Caray, formerly of the White Sox and before that the Cardinals.

Caray’s moving across Chicago was one of the many things Tribune did after purchasing the Cubs. The other things included bringing in unprecedented, well, competence. Dallas Green, manager of the 1980 World Series champion Phillies, was hired as general manager, and raided his former team and its farm system to bring in players who could actually play — shortstop Larry Bowa, outfielders Gary Matthews and Bob Dernier, catcher Keith Moreland (who moved to right field because he could hit), pitcher dick Ruthven, and, most importantly, second baseman Ryne Sandberg. Green also traded for third baseman Ron Cey from the Dodgers and, most importantly, traded for pitcher Rick Sutcliffe at midseason.

During high school and college, when I wasn’t at work, I’d sit outside, work on my tan, and have Caray in the background, mispronouncing player names, saying names backwards, giving birthday greetings and get-well wishes, and either flying or dying with the Cubs that day. Games usually started at 1:20 p.m. after the Lead-Off Man at 1, hence the time of this post.

Caray worked with former Cub and White Sox pitcher Steve Stone. They were a great combination, because Stone would correct when necessary. Working with Caray wasn’t always the greatest experience, according to his former broadcast partner, but Stone wrote a book, Where’s Harry?, in which Stone admitted he missed Caray.

I’ve been to Wrigley a few times — happily, never when the weather has been bad there. The first time we went there, we parked at a convent, with a nun in full habit and Cubs hat taking our money. The last two times, we parked at a bowling alley and walked a few blocks past, shall we say, a leather goods store.

Following the Cubs is like having followed the Packers in the 1970s and 1980s — a few moments of joy interspersed among years of failure.

The 1984 Cubs stunned everyone by actually winning their division, then taking a two-game lead in the best-of-five National League Championship Series. And then Cubs fans’ hearts were broken by the Padres’ three straight wins, including a walk-off home run by Steve Garvey in game four, and the winning runs scoring unearned in game five.

Five years later, the 1984 manager, Jim Frey, was the general manager, and Frey hired his friend Don Zimmer to be the field manager. In some ways, 1989 was even more improbable than 1984, because it seemed as though every decision Zimmer made worked — having rookies bat leadoff and third, replacing pitchers and hitters in mid-at-bat, having Mitch “Wild Thing” Williams as your closer.

A nationally televised game against San Francisco looked like a lost cause until the Cubs scored three runs with two out in the bottom of the ninth to tie the game, then won it two innings later when pitcher Les Lancaster, career batting average .098, hit one of his four career doubles and drove in one of his five career runs. Cubs 4, Giants 3 in a game that made you think that there might be something going on this season.

Nine years after that, the Cubs essentially won a playoff berth for Caray, who died before the season began. The Cubs brought in Harry’s grandson, Chip, to work with his grandfather, but unfortunately it didn’t happen.

Then came 2003, when the Cubs not only won the NL Central and their first playoff series since their 1908 World Series win. They took a three-games-to-two lead back into game six of the National League Championship Series, leading Florida 3–0, needing five outs to clinch their first World Series berth since 1945. And then …

The collapse following the Bartman incident was epic even for the Cubs. The Marlins scored eight runs after the Bartman incident, won that game 8–3, and then won the next night 11–6. The last 11 innings of the 2003 NLCS might be an example of the one thing the 2003 Cubs apparently didn’t have — player leadership, of the Matthews/Kirk Gibson/Joe Girardi variety. (Matthews, who was known as “Sarge” during his playing career, was the Cubs’ hitting coach.) At any point after the Bartman incident, someone should have called time out, gone to the mound, gathered all the on-field players together, and told them to get their heads out of their asses and finish the inning, with as many expletives as necessary to get the point across.

That incident basically finished the Cubs as lovable losers, and made them just losers. Even though the Cubs won the NL Central in 2008 over the Brewers, the Cubs were swept in the National League Division Series. (The wild-card Brewers managed to win a game in their NLDS.) The last two seasons, the Cubs won 61 and 66 games. (That’s out of 162, for those unfamiliar with the length of a Major League Baseball season.) Harry Caray is gone, and the Cubs aren’t on free (that is, cable) TV nearly as often anyway. Renovations are planned for Wrigley Field despite substantial neighborhood opposition.

And, yes, the Cubs have no prospect of a World Series win anytime in the foreseeable future. But hey, anybody can have a bad century.


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