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A Bee Delay 

M-V-🐝! M-V-🐝!

Earlier this week, a Major League Baseball game was delayed nearly two hours due to…bees. That’s amusing, but it has happened before. It was actually what happened after the bees were cleared that stood out to me.

When the bees were discovered near home plate, the teams knew the game would have to be delayed.

D-backs vice president of operations Mike Rock was alerted to the problem, and he told both managers that there would be a delay. The danger was that a foul ball that hit near that area would disturb the bees and cause them to move down toward fans or players.

At that point, Rock called Blue Sky Pest Control. The company called employee Matt Hilton away from his son’s tee ball game and drastically altered the course of his day:

Once Hilton arrived at the ballpark, he was ushered into a cart and driven onto the field, where he received a standing ovation from the crowd.

“I wasn’t [expecting that],” Hilton said. “I thought I was just going to do my thing and cruise out. But it was fun.”

Indeed, he played to the crowd, waving his arms for them to make more noise. As the scissor lift took him up toward where the bees were gathered, Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding Out for a Hero” blared over the public address system.

While the crowd cheered, Hilton calmed the bees with a non-toxic spray, then vacuumed them up for release elsewhere. After that, the field was ready for play.

However, before the game started, Hilton was called upon once again. For his second act, he delivered a ceremonial first pitch, which is both amazing and ridiculous. How exactly did it come about? Who made that call? Didn’t Arizona already have someone lined up for to do that?

I can think of only three explanations.

  • There were multiple first pitches
    Semantically, that’s not possible, of course. Nevertheless, I have definitely seen multiple ceremonial “first” pitches at a ballgame, and it could’ve happened here.

  • The delay led to scheduling issues
    Given that the game was delayed almost two hours, it’s possible the person originally scheduled to toss out a first pitch had to go. In this scenario, Hinton stepped up twice to play the hero.

  • Matt Hilton bumped the original first pitcher
    This is my favorite possibility. I hope some local celebrity was scheduled to throw out the first pitch, until Arizona told them they’d been bumped.

I’d very much like to know which of the above occurred.

Long Live the B’s 

Choke on this, John Fisher.

The A’s may soon be gone, but Oakland has a new team: The B’s. Thanks to reader Kirk S., who tipped me off to Oakland’s new independent baseball team, the Ballers. They’ll be competing in the Pioneer League starting this year, and I hope Oakland’s baseball aficionados will rally around them.

Just look at this tremendous logo:

See also this interview with B’s designer Dustin O. Canalin.

The 2025 Placeless A’s

A minor league stadium for a bush league owner

Earlier this week, the Red Sox swept the Athletics in a three game set at the unbranded Oakland Coliseum. While I detest the horrible invasiveness of advertising into every facet of our lives, it’s sad and more than a little pathetic that the A’s can’t even find a company to purchase the naming rights for their stadium. Of course, it’s not too surprising, given what’s happening in Oakland. The team stinks. In game one of the series, they committed five errors in the first three innings alone. It was painful to watch.

Then again, not many people did watch. A total of 18,166 fans attended that three game series in person, an average of just over 6,000. That is very, very low for a major league baseball team. In fact, it would be pretty low for a minor league baseball team. In 2023, 19 minor league teams managed to attract more fans per game.

The problem is that the A’s miserable ownership has been neglecting the team for years. They coughed up the lowest payroll in 2023, and then decided to reduce it further in 2024. After failing to get the public to buy them a new stadium in Oakland, they made a push to follow their former stadiummates, the NFL’s Raiders, to Las Vegas. It’s not clear that the Las Vegas Athletics will actually happen1, but it’s certain that the team’s lease at the Coliseum is up after this year.

Discussions for a short-term lease to continue playing at the Coliseum apparently failed recently, and yesterday, the team announced they will be playing in West Sacramento from 2025 through 2027 (or possibly later).

The A’s will play at Triple-A ballpark Sutter Health Park for the 2025-27 MLB seasons and have an option for one more year in 2028, should there be any delays in the Las Vegas ballpark construction process, the A’s announced Thursday. The team will not feature a city designation during the interim years. It will simply go by the Athletics or A’s.

All of this can only be described as sad. The A’s are a storied franchise who brought four World Series championships to Oakland. Now, they’ll be playing 90 miles from their home of over 50 years, in a minor league ballpark that doesn’t even have actual seats in the outfield. If a single big name free agent chooses to sign with the Placeless A’s2 in the next few years, I’ll be shocked.

Major League Baseball never should have let things get to this point. Fans deserve better and they are, rightly, pissed. As friend-of-the-site Oliver Y. noted, however, at least one group is surely thrilled. The marketers at Sutter Health are probably popping champagne in celebration of their past decision to buy the naming rights to a AAA minor league baseball stadium.


Footnotes:

  1. Just two months ago, the mayor of Las Vegas suggested the team should pitch a new plan in the Bay Area, rather than coming to Sin City. ↩︎

  2. I’ve never heard of a team lacking a location designation before. That’s a hell of a thing. ↩︎

A Farewell to ®s 

Minutia in every sense of the word

Today in incredibly arcane minutia: Are the Chicago Cubs finally ditching the tiny registered trademark symbol on their home jersey patch? While reading about the apparently terrible new uniforms MLB is planning to use for the 2024 season, I stumbled upon the existence and possible disappearance of this goofy little ®.

Apparently, the symbol was added in 1979, and has been there ever since. If the update seen at the bottom of the linked post is accurate, it was (at least originally) intentional. I look forward to confirmation of the disappearance of this needless little bit of clutter when the baseball season opens.

Driving a Hard Bargain 

I’m sure this negotiator feels a sense of accomplishment.

The Los Angeles Dodgers are spending incredible sums of both current and future money in their pursuit of a World Series championship. You should check your mail, because it’s very possible they’ve signed you to a multi-year deal without you even knowing it.

After signing Shohei Ohtani to a massive 10-year, $700 million contract, they next managed to scoop up Japanese phenom Yoshinobu Yamamoto with a relative bargain of a 12-year, $325 million deal. Yamamoto’s contract apparently includes some amusing perks. Baseball writer Jon Heyman has the details:

Perks in Yamamoto Dodgers contract: personal trainer; physical therapist, interpreter; 4 business class RT airline tickets ($8,500 max per RT) per year; 1 premium economy RT airline ticket to LA for use by family per year; best efforts to make Japanese food available.

Two things about this amuse me. Firstaball, if you’re making over $27 million a year, do you really need five comped airline tickets? And secondaball, having spent over a billion dollars on just two players, is it worth the Dodgers’ time to provide only four business class tickets, holding at premium economy for the fifth one?

Coors Marketing’s Home Run

I suppose any baseball fan can appreciate this, not just fans of the regrettable Angels.

Last month, baseball superstar Shohei Ohtani cranked a long fly ball in the first inning of a game against the Mets. Though the shot missed being a home run by a few feet, it did break part of a screen at Citi Field.1 In the words of Mitch Hedberg, that’s way more satisfying.2 As you can see below, the screen in question was displaying a beer ad at the time:

A broken screen in a baseball stadium, with a large black square in place of part of the image.Note the large black square above the “C” on the right can.

Shortly after, the savvy marketing team for Coors put up what may have been nothing more than a gag tweet:

A tweet showing a Coors Light can with a blacked out corner and the slogan “Hits the spot.”, as well as the text “Looks like we got a new can design thanks to the best player in baseball. Thoughts?”

The joke went viral, rapidly getting over a million views. Whether it was the plan all along or not, the company then brought the can to life. Somehow finding a way to offer an even worse deal than you get on a brew at a ballgame, Coors provided fans the chance to pay $17 to purchase an empty beer can:

A rendering of the can, stating “Do not open. Does not contain beer. Not for consumption.”

Despite the price, people did just that, so much so that the commemorative item is completely sold out. Sorry, folks who sit in the three-way intersection of the Venn diagram of Coors Light fans, Angels fans, and people who are bad with money:

A rendering of the can, stating “Do not open. Does not contain beer. Not for consumption.”

If you simply must have this can, perhaps you can eventually find one on eBay. Alternately, you might consider just buying yourself a regular six-pack of Coors Light and a black Sharpie.


Footnotes:

  1. The video tied to this tweet is archived here. ↩︎

  2. This joke is also archived. ↩︎

Can Fat Do That? 

Or more likely, are the machines just not very good?

A few years back, Major League Baseball mandated that all stadiums have metal detectors to prevent attendees from bringing in weapons. After a recent shooting at a Chicago White Sox game, their effectiveness must surely come into question. It would seem they might need some work.

On Tuesday, ESPN Chicago reporter Peggy Kusinski said that the gun was snuck into the stadium by one of the women who was hit. The shooting was “an accidental discharge” by the woman whose injury was previously identified as “a graze wound.”

“She reportedly snuck the gun in past metal detectors hiding it in the folds of her belly fat,” Kusinski said in a post on X.

On the one hand, that might seem difficult to believe. On the other hand, I attended a baseball game just last night where I was instructed to keep my keys and full-of-metal cell phone in my pocket as I went through the clearly-not-very-sensitive metal detector.


Update (September 5, 2023): When I wrote about this, I made it a particular point to not convey anything here as established fact. Over a week later, there’s still a lack of clarity. One of the women involved denies bringing in a gun, and police have merely said they’re still investigating:

Chicago police earlier Tuesday issued a statement saying the claim that a woman had brought in a gun and suffered a self-inflicted wound was “not released or confirmed by the Chicago Police Department.” Police said the investigation was “still active and ongoing.”

Meanwhile, White Sox sources believe the shots came from outside the park, but of course they’re incentivized to think that.

Hopefully the mystery will be solved eventually.

Money Can’t Buy Taste

Be sure to get the optional death and dismemberment plan.

Late last year, I bemoaned the relentless encroachment of advertising into every single facet of our lives. At the time, the ads in question were on the uniforms of the Boston Red Sox. Now, the arch-rival Yankees have made their own sacrifice at the altar of capitalism. It, too, is a vile sight:

New York Yankee uniforms with an ugly patch advertising an insurance company on the sleeve
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🙊 Barvd. I do hope they shot these photos in the bathroom, where there were at least convenient places in which the photographer could get sick.

To my ear, “Starr Insurance” sounds like the small-town shop that might have employed Ned Ryerson, but they’re apparently a massive multi-national firm.1 Now, they’re also the “Signature Partner” of the New York Yankees, with an ugly sleeve patch to prove it. Baseball fans likely know that the Yankees are unique among Major League teams in never putting player names on their jerseys. Later this month, however, there will be one name visible: that of Cornelius Vander Starr.

For nearly half a century, the Yankees have famously had a written “personal appearance policy”. They also seem to have an unwritten “no fun” policy. Here’s a quick recap of what the Yankees do and do not allow:

  • ❌: Beards

  • ❌: Long hair

  • ❌: Alternate “City Connect” jerseys

  • ✅: Advertisements plastered right on the uniform

The team is reportedly receiving $25 million a year from this sponsorship, which is certainly a nice chunk of change. Still, for a franchise valued at over $7 billion (with a “B”), it feels like a decidedly low-rent move.


Footnotes:

  1. While writing this post, I came across a theory about “Groundhog Day” that is just great. ↩︎

An Automatic Strike to End a Game 

Just the way the Sox drew it up, I’m sure.

When the MLB season starts at the end of March, it will feature several rule changes. One of the most notable of those is sure to be the new pitch clock, which requires pitchers to deliver a pitch in a set amount of time and batters to be ready to face it. On Saturday, the rule led to a game ending after an automatic strike was assessed to a slow batter for Atlanta.

It was the situation that every child growing up playing baseball dreams of. Game tied at 6, bottom of the ninth inning, bases loaded and a 3-2 count. Atlanta infielder Cal Conley was at the plate, facing Boston relief pitcher Robert Kwiatkowski. Kwiatkowski stared in for the sign from his catcher and came set to throw a critical pitch on a full count.

Conley was charged an automatic strike for not being ready in time under the new pitch clock rules, and the strike out was called.

Not…exactly how kids dreamed of that situation unfolding when playing in the backyard growing up, but this is the new normal in MLB. Thankfully everyone has spring training to get adjusted before this happens in the regular season.

This particular incident is extra silly because spring training games don’t have extra innings, and thus the game simply ended in a tie.

Despite this foolishness, I’m quite excited about the pitch clock. I expect it will speed up game times significantly, particularly given what we saw last seasons in the minor leagues:

To people familiar with the myriad rule changes MLB officials tested in recent years, the pitch clock has long felt like the most foolproof way to rejuvenate the sport. In its first year in use across the minor leagues, it has reduced the average game time from 3 hours 4 minutes in 2021 to 2:36 in 2022, according to MLB data through Sunday. MLB matchups have not averaged a game time that brief since the early 1980s.

Substantially shorter games will be a boon for the sport. I just hope players adapt quickly, so these penalties don’t wind up playing a critical role in big moments.

The Mickey Mantle Letter

* The All-American Boy

Today, let’s discuss a truly one-of-a-kind piece of sports memorabilia, which I call “The Mickey Mantle Letter”. Back in 1972, to prepare for a celebration of 50 years at Yankee Stadium, the Yankees asked many former players to share an outstanding experience:

A letter from the Yankees asking Mickey Mantle to share an outstanding experience from Yankee Stadium.

In response, retired superstar centerfielder Mickey Mantle sent back this incredibly obscene reply:

I got a blow job under the right field bleachers by the Yankee Bullpen…It was about the third or fourth inning. I had a pulled groin and couldn't fuck at the time. She was a very nice girl and asked me what to do with the cum after I came in her mouth. I said don't ask me, I'm no cock-sucker. It is signed “Mickey Mantle - The All-American Boy.”

I’ve actually heard this hilariously vulgar story before, but I had no idea there was a physical artifact written in Mantle’s own hand. Now, incredibly, it’s available for sale. The current bid, at time of publication, is $24,826. Despite the sum involved, I hope whoever wins this auction donates the letter to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, where it can be displayed publicly. That belongs in a museum!

As a result of this auction, additional details have come out. However, I’m undecided if I believe them. Give the following a read, and decide for yourself. From the auction listing:

Subsequent to the catalog publication, we were contacted by former New York Yankees executive Marty Appel, who has first-hand knowledge of this letter, which he kindly shared with us:

“I was the Yankees Assistant PR Director then, with Bob Fishel my boss. We wrote to many ex-Yankees for a 1973 50th anniversary Yearbook feature on ‘greatest memory.’ That is my handwriting on ‘Dear Mickey’ and ‘Bob Fishel.’ Mick’s response is indeed his, in his handwriting, but it was meant to shock the very straight-laced Bob Fishel on whom he was always playing practical jokes. The item is authentic, but the intent was bawdy humor, not depiction of a real event. I called Mick when I received it and said, ‘We’re going with the Barney Schultz home run in 1964’ and he laughed and said ‘Of course.’ I held the letter for decades (never showed Bob Fishel), finally gave it to Barry Halper, and from there it slipped off to others over time.” – Marty Appel.

Is Marty Appel covering for Mickey Mantle or was the Mick really pulling a hell of a dirty prank? Is this a valiant attempt at whitewashing a hero’s legacy, or just the truth about a good joke? Honestly, I’m not sure which I’d prefer. The “PERSONAL” Mantle scribbled on the return envelope does lend a bit of credence to the idea that this was a farce, rather than the act of a man who simply did not give a fuck.

Still, I find myself not entirely convinced. If this was indeed a bit of tomfoolery, then Appel’s claim that he never showed his boss the letter is an absolute crime. At least the rest of the world eventually got to see.

Previously in auctions for inappropriate Mickey Mantle Memorabilia: A Valuable Apology