Sunday, April 18, 2010

Whiz Wit

I attended my first live baseball game of the season today. It feels as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. In this day and age of high definition televisions and a dismal economy requiring many families to cut back on luxuries, going to the ballpark is no longer the top option for viewing a game. For me there is nothing that compares to attending the game live. There's so much more than just the balls and strikes on the field. The camaraderie of being in complete agreement with total strangers is a special feeling. The zany antics of the mascots and the promotions staffs to engage the fans truly makes the game an event that can transcend your attitude. The interactions between players and coaches often go unnoticed during televised broadcasts, but when you're up close and personal you get to see all that. It's what makes baseball the greatest sport in the world. If you're reading this then I need not convince you of the wonders of baseball, so instead I'll air a grievance that I encountered during my trip to the ballpark.

The game I attended was between the Philadelphia Phillies and Florida Marlins at Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia. Everyone knows the staple of most Philly diets include the almighty cheese steak sandwich. Some may call it a hoagie but true Philadelphians know better. When ordering a steak sandwich you must specify what type of cheese you would like and whether or not you would like onions on your sandwich. It's a thing of beauty as the cooks chop up the meat and build this masterpiece. I always like to compare a good cheese steak to cotton candy. You don't even have to chew it, just melts in your mouth. The cheese steak sandwich pictured to the right is from Pat's King of Steaks, my cheese steak provider of choice. Unfortunately, what the cheese steak delivers in total awesomeness, it lacks in general healthiness. I devoured a steak sandwich that was just over a foot long, tossed in a few french fries and washed it down with several ice cold beers. Recently I've completely revamped my diet, personally preparing and cooking everything I eat as well as eating organic foods almost exclusively. As much as it pains me, I haven't had my beloved Taco Bell in months. I took one bite of my sandwich and realized I had completely abandoned my new healthy diet.

I was so wrapped up in the allure of the ballpark that I failed to keep my priorities in order. The game was a snoozer, with runs coming few and far between so on my way back from the facilities I decided to investigate what my healthier options could have been had I been thinking clearly. Turns out there are several healthy options including veggie and vegan substitutes for burgers and hot dogs as well as garden salads and veggie-packed sandwiches and hoagies. I asked one of the workers how well these healthy foods sell and the response was dismal. While I commend the Phillies organization for providing these options, I condemn the fans, myself included, for failing to take advantage of them. While I recognize this is America, a country that guarantees freedom to choose disgusting food, I would like to see Major League Baseball step up and mandate health reform in the concession stands. Smoking is no longer permitted in the stadium, so why should food that can contribute to your death just as easily as a cigarette be allowed?

Business will dictate that the greasier foods sell better but my contention is that people will not starve. If they are hungry they will eat and if the only options are healthy options then they will eat the healthy foods. We watch athletes who are in supreme physical condition, yet we view them from a stagnant position indulging in foods that will only further ensure we never become the players we adore. Time and time again, Americans have proved that given the ability to make a decision, we will inevitably make the wrong one. Let's remove the decision making and make our health a top priority. It sounds radical but people are able to adapt and adjust at incredible speed. Sooner or later it will just become the norm. The amount of children that attend these games is tremendous and the example we are setting is disastrous. Teach them the right way to treat your body and those little fans will one day become the teachers. My next tickets are for the May 2nd game against the Mets and I will be eating a veggie wrap at that game. Change starts one person at a time. Will you be next?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Something Left to be Desired

Let me preface this post by saying how spoiled I was for the first 21 years of my life. At just 16 days old I heard Harry Kalas call Michael Jack Schmidt's 500th home run. And every summer since then I've let Harry the K teach me about the game of baseball. Until I was 10 years old, Whitey Ashburn sat next to Harry forming one of the greatest broadcast booths in the history of sports. Since Harry left us last year, baseball just hasn't been the same. An organization as stacked as the Phillies needs to recognize their shortcomings in the broadcast department and make a change.

Chris Wheeler and Tom McCarthy have zero chemistry. T-Mac needs to drop the showmanship and just talk. The voice he has crafted is unappealing. Wheels on the other hand, needs to add some professionalism to the job. His comments are uninspired and lackluster. The hunky-dory, aw shucks attitude is not what an organization like the Phillies need. And then there's Gary Matthews. Thank goodness he's only in the booth for 3 innings because I don't know what I would do if he called all nine. Sarge has great rapport with players and is stellar in the post game on field interview. He should be in the stands getting fan input during the game instead of complaining about the same things every game. If he describes one more Ryan Howard home run trot as 'cadillac-ing' around the bases I'm going to lose my mind.

The Comcast post-game show is fairly good when it's Michael Barkann and Mitch Williams but Ricky Bottalico is just plain awful. His insight as a former closer is great, but all he does is talk about the negatives and has absolutely no personality or character at all. Is it too much to ask that you get top notch guys? The recent addition of Darren Daulton has potential, but having met Dutchie before I can tell you he's absolutely crazy. Hopefully he can bottle the craziness and be a great analyst.

If there was no legitimate replacements out there then I wouldn't complain this much. However, sitting in the booth next to them is Scott Franzke and Larry Andersen. Anyone who has listened to Franzke and L.A. knows how well they work together. Andersen is a total homer but that doesn't bother me because his passion is so genuine. He played for the Phils much longer than Sarge and has legitimate love for this organization. Franzke never tries to do too much and always sets up Andersen for the perfect line without making it obvious. Harry's son Todd Kalas is the 'sideline' reporter for the Tampa Bay Rays. He bounces around the stands for a couple innings and then will do either color or play by play for a couple innings on radio or television. Since he's not the primary guy for the Rays, I don't see why they wouldn't be willing to part with Kalas to an organization that he basically grew up with.

I respect T-Mac, Wheels and Sarge, but the time has come for a change. The Phillies were fortunate to have Hall of Famer Harry Kalas carry the booth with less than spectacular talent around him, but without HK it is no longer acceptable. Make the switch to get these guys off a television and bring in some true broadcasters.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Opening Day

It all starts in our nation's capital, where President Obama climbed to the rubber and lobbed in the ceremonial first pitch. Staying true to form, he wore a Nationals jacket but made sure he represented his hometown boys by donning a Chicago White Sox cap. After the pitch he went over and shook hands with each member of the umpiring crew. The crowd, largely compiled of Phillies fans, cheered and applauded loudly for our Commander-in-chief.

I wasn't overly impressed with the pitching performances. Newly acquired Phillies' ace Roy Halladay looked rusty. Failing to locate pitches early and surrendering hits to a weak Nats line-up. Fortunately for Doc, the Phils offense exploded for 11 runs. Astros' ace Roy Oswalt looked sloppy as well. Inconsistency seemed to be the theme for many pitchers. While Lincecum and Haren looked good, the majority of supposed 'aces' seem to need a little more seasoning before they gain their true form.

Shaun Marcum, who missed the entire 2009 season, took a no-hitter into the eighth inning. A remarkable feat for someone who hasn't faced professional hitters in a truly competitive nature in over a year. Unfortunately, Nelson Cruz took him yard after Vlad Guerrero broke up the no-no. The excitement didn't end there as Rangers catcher Jared Saltalamacchia sent everyone home happy with a walk-off single. Seeing the players pounce on Salty made everything in life seem just a bit easier to deal with. Another reason I love baseball.

The most anticipated Major League debut was that of Braves outfielder Jason Heyward. On the third pitch he saw in his big league career, the Jay Hey Kid took a violent hack and launched a ball deep into the right field stands. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I had goosebumps as he rounded the bases. This kid is going to be special.

Albert was Albert, mashing two home runs and going 4-5 at the plate. Garrett Jones of Pittsburgh also hit two, including a splash down shot into the Allegheny. There were two grand slams, one from Placido Polanco and one from Yadier Molina. But the play of the day and maybe of the year was turned in by Mark Buerhle. After deflecting the ball with his shoe, he raced after the ball into foul territory on the first base side and flipped the ball with his glove between his legs to first where Konerko snatched it bare-handed in time to retire Indians catcher Lou Marson.

I know it's only one day, but if it was any indication of how the next 161 games will be we are in for a treat. Play Ball!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Whose Eagles? Not My Eagles...

Really failing to find the words to describe how I'm feeling right now. In case you missed it, the Philadelphia Eagles traded Donovan McNabb to the Washington Redskins. You know, the Redskins that are right down I-95. The same Redskins the Eagles share a division with and play not just once, but twice per year. The very Redskins that just added two-time Super Bowl champion Head Coach Mike Shanahan.

Andy Reid now hands over the team to Kevin Kolb, who's thrown 130 passes in his entire career and hadn't thrown a touchdown until this past season when McNabb was injured. Presumably, Michael Vick stays on as backup, a role he will undoubtedly be thrilled with.

Which begs to ask the question: Whose Eagles are these?

It was just two years ago when Brian Dawkins was crawling out of the tunnel and bringing the crowd to its feet. Fast forward to today when the Eagles roster no longer includes McNabb, Dawkins, Brian Westbrook, and Sheldon Brown. My Eagles are gone. They claim this is not a rebuilding process. One thing is for sure though, they are much younger. The starting running back is coming off his rookie year, as is the number two wide-out Jeremy Maclin. DeSean Jackson is only entering his third year and Kolb, in his fourth year, experience wise is basically a rookie.

While I hate to see McNabb go, I understand where the Eagles were coming from. He had a decade to win there and was given every opportunity to do so. Five conference championship games is nothing to hang your head at, but ultimately he was unable to win the big one. I'm not going to miss wide-open receivers getting balls thrown at their feet. My gripe is dealing him to a very solid and division opponent in Washington. When the trade speculation included the Oakland Raiders and talks of Nnamdi Asomugha coming back in return, I was ecstatic. But a couple of draft picks, nothing of huge significance, leaves something to be desired.

It took intestinal fortitude to make a move like this and I commend Andy Reid for that. If he truly turns the page on the past and re-invents himself as a Head Coach with Kolb then this could be a success. However if the same old conservative Andy trots out there, there's going to be hell to pay.