Is Baseball Over?

Is baseball over, finished until next year’s Opening Day activities?  Did the sport cease as soon as the World Series winning team finished spraying themselves with champagne?  Not in Tim Kurkjian’s (see below)opinion.  While ball games won’t be played, Mister Kurkjian (baseball reporter and fan) has provided us with a list of activities that will furnish baseball fans with important information from now until teams report to training camp in Florida and Arizona. Here is his list of events to look forward to until then –and a comment on each.


Nov. 4 = Gold Glove winners announced.  No, Dick (Dr. Strangeglove) Stuart, is STILL not a candidate.

Nov. 5 = BBWAA (baseball writers) Awards finalists announced.  No, Pete Rose will STILL not win something.

Nov. 5 = MLB Executive of the Year announced. No, Connie Mack does not STILL  own the A’s.

Nov. 6 – 9 = GM meetings in Carlsbad, California.  Will anyone from the Orioles arrive?

Nov. 7 = Defensive Players of the Year announced.  No, “Marvelous” Marv Throneberry is STILL not a favorite.

Nov. 8 = Silver Sluggers announced.  No, Eddie Gaedel is STILL not available because he did not swing a bat.

Nov. 12 = Rookies of the Year announced.  No, Roy Hobbs and Sidd Finch are STILL not available.

Nov. 13 = Managers of the Year announced.  No, Earl Weaver cannot  return to the Orioles.

Nov. 14 = Cy Young Awards announced.  No, Bobo Newsom will NOT win for either league.

Nov. 15 = MVP Awards announced.  No, Mike Trout is NOT sitting by his phone, again.


Nov. 19 = Comeback Players of the Year announced.  No, Kirk Gibson was not available for the Dodgers this year.

Nov. 20 = DH of the Year announced.  Eddie Gaedel is a real dark horse here, too.

Nov 30 = Non-tender deadline for arbitration-eligible  players. What?!

Dec. 9 – 13 = Winter meetings in Las Vegas.  And where will you be at this time of year?

Jan. 11 = Arbitration deadline.  Did you submit YOUR salary for arbitration?

Feb. 13 = Pitchers and catchers report.  This is my brother and my annual “end-of-Winter-and-beginning-of-Spring” celebration.  Yes, it’s arbitrary, but it can be a wonderful weekend to celebrate our coming Favorite Season.


Bottom Line = Don’t abandon your interest in baseball “cold turkey”.  There is always something to think about, discuss, and enjoy.















About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
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