Thursday, August 12, 2010

8/8/10- West Sunset

We showed up at the field and there were a lot of baseball players there, which ordinarily would have been a good thing except that it wasn't our team, and they had the field already. Strangely, we talked it out with them and while they were not too happy with giving up the field, they did so pretty easily. It seems they had come from Hayward to play a doubleheader to determine who would enter the playoffs, and the first game had decided that, so they second was going to be just for the hell of it anyway. With one exception, they were all fine with letting us use the field, and while we warmed up, the winners took off, and the losers started drinking in the parking lot. On the drive over, the windshield wipers had to be employed due to the nasty fog and mist that covered all of the Sunset. Yet somehow, it wasn't really cold and it wasn't really hot.

Johnny dashed out to the bump and started for the homers, backed by a team of sluggers that rivaled some of the best lineups we have put together. We tried our best to get something started and we scored one in the first, but then as Satch settled in to the bottom of the first, we quickly realized that we were grossly overmatched. The line up for the homers was formidable, they had Nick Smith, Johnny, Sean, Lattig, Chris, Bob, Mitch, Cagle. And they quickly made us sorry, starting the series of long innings for us.

By the time we had played through five, we were down by quite a few, and Chris and Sean and Mitch and Bob had doubles and triples, some of them had more than one. We were doing our best to keep it close, and at one point we made a some pretty great plays to stop rallies before they got embarrassing, including a relay play at the plate from a long ball in the outfield.

However, it just wasn't meant to be for us, and as we got into the 9th, and needed to mount a rally, but we weren't quite able to conjure up a comeback. So instead we talked the homers into sticking around for a 10th inning. Unfortunately, our team pretty much left us, so we had to rely on the homers play defense for us, and damn if they didn't lock it down. We got three quick outs and then got another chance. Sean comes in to throw his extra inning of work, and gives us the nasty stuff, and down we went, with one extra out for Tony so that all four of our remaining players got a chance to hit, he got a single, and then we packed it in.

The ballers in the parking lot were still there, listening to a pre-season football game, which showed what kind of guys they were. The captain of the team had progressed from surly to very drunk and surly, and mad dogged me as we left the lot and headed back into the rainy mist.

Highlights

* Johnny pitched a great complete game, and kept us off balance with his mixture of guile and locations.

* Cagle and Chris made some amazing plays on ground balls at third and short, simply amazing.

* Girgus made for a very reliable center fielder for the whole game, with a few exceptions in the getting out of the way of the falling fly ball rather than blocking it

* Richie stole second, stole third, stole home. Easy.

* Sean killed the fucking ball all day

* Cagle was caught in a baserunning play again, not a streak we like to see continue

* Girgus had a great bunt

* JT came late, got out to right field and promptly made a much needed catch

* Nick Kinsey returned from the great beyond and had a couple of hits

* For a beat up of a game, I think may have had 6 or 7 strike outs, including Sean and Lattig, who I have not struck out since roughly 2004.

* Anthony made a great catch, and then later got caught short when Bob lambasted a change up into space

* Mitch grabbed the short flies and long drives, and as usual, made it look easy

* Nero made a nice grab at first, and scooped up a shovelful of dirt in the process

Next week, Cop field, 3 pm. Dig it, man.

S. Paige


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

8/1/10- Cop Field

A bonus game for Satch, usually the Missus doesn't allow two games to take over the weekend, but she had her own plans mapped out, so after a lovely morning at the Oakland Zoo, she went to swim in Aquatic Park and Satch had the game! It is always nice being the person that shows up who was not expected, and we had 17 for the game, almost perfect. The day was the usual gray July muck, with a peppery wind from the ocean, and it never did get sunny. Oh well.

Greg Snyder started for the homers, which was amazing considering he had caught the game the day before, in SQ, but luckily Greg is indestructible, and he shut the door in the first. The visitors put Johnny Bartlett on the bump and he did his usual stuff where he is shaky in the first and then we do nothing against him for the rest of the game. The score was 2-0, then 3-1, then 4-3 when the visitors took the lead, and then fell behind again, 5-4. Always fun to have a see saw battle, and the game had its share of great plays.

Tony Rojas was behind the dish in the beginning, which is quickly becoming his new favorite spot, and he threw out another runner to add to his stats, one Mr. Cagle, whose base running fervor as of late has been somewhat haywire. Add to the mix a pick off of Sean at first and the game was being made by getting outs in unusual spots.

Noah came in to mop up and the homers suddenly came alive, no longer having to face the slide ball that Johnny throws. We tacked on four more runs, Tony came into throw long relief, and did a great job. The 8th brought Sean and the 9th brought Satch in to loosen the tired muscles of the previous day, and both did well, but the game was out of reach by that time, somewhere in the neighborhood of 13-7. The visitors made one last stand in their final ups, but a fine line drive catch, doubling off finished the game. A baseball weekend is almost better than any other weekend, but damn, how do those guys do it every day?

Highlights

* There were a couple of spectacular plays at third on line drives, both Brian and Johnny flashing the leather.

* Less horrible hops this time in the infield.

* Rick made a great foul catch, and though he went out of play, we counted it, and allowed Cagle to advance to second on the play (good heads up running there!)

* Adam had some great scoops at first, we all had trouble with the throws

* Phil got his second game, before heading back to AZ. Too bad his last at bat was a bust, but that just means you gotta come back soon and redeem! Great to see ya!

* Satch got a double on the weirdest bounce I have ever seen in the outfield, this thing was a testament to the chaos theory.

* Brian Girgus seems to have made a recovery and is now patrolling the outfield like an old salt, and if you need a free haircut, Mr. Girgus is now in Barber College on 6th street. They say the stewbums wait hours just for him.

* Rick blasted a few to left, per usual

* A lot of ground balls to right field, which is something that we should do more of, its a good place to hit. Except at SQ.

* We had a legit pickle, and thanks to Gaspar we got the guy, cuz Tony was really enjoying the show from the mound. Girgus talked Mike through the play, way to go Coach!

* Had some close plays at the plate too, which is always fun, great throws from the outfield help.

West Sunset, 3 pm, be there or hate yourself all week.

S. Paige

MBC EXPLOITS MAKE PRINT!

So we had to wait until the last vestiges of baseball season were over in Placerville, but Satch managed to write up the winning game at San Quentin for his hometown newspaper and they have printed it, August 1st, to be exact. Hooray!

Now a few words of warning. Paternal favor shines through in a few spots, I was trying to minimize my role in favor of the story, and definitely did not come up with the byline. I was also against listing my real name or anything having to do with me being "an stand out player in [high school], but that's the business apparently, and I think the old man likes to say that I used to be somebody....If I messed up the game flow I also apologize, the score card didn't read quite as clearly as I hoped, so I may have fudged a inning or a RBI, let me know if there is anything glaring.

Thanks again to the Mountain Democrat, the MBC, the San Quentin Giants, this one is dedicated one last time to Chris "Stretch" Rich:

It's baseball in the Big House. Daley's 3-run double keys MBC victory/
Leroy Spaige/ August 01, 2010/ 15:02

Special to the Democrat

The Mission Baseball Club (MBC) has played every Sunday for 17 years in San Francisco. As an independent club, MBC has a core group of 24 players and counts nearly 100 members who get the weekly field updates. Playing on San Francisco Parks and Recreation Fields throughout the city, the MBC provides its own officials and operates on a few simple rules: Love baseball, don't be a jerk, and the catcher has the final say. Playing games, not winning or losing them, is the most important thing.

Four times a year, the MBC travels north across the Golden Gate Bridge to San Quentin State Prison to play the all-inmate team - the San Quentin Giants. This is Baseball in the Big House! The waves lapping gently at the broken concrete sea walls in the foggy morning give the impression of a Mediterranean coastal village rather than the western gate of California's most notorious prison. The MBC players, told to be in the visitors parking lot by 8 a.m., are stretching and cracking the same jokes they share each time they come to San Quentin. There are 14 players going in today, three who have never played inside. Rules on bringing in food, water and other equipment have gotten stricter with each passing year, and the players empty their bags onto the blacktop to make sure nothing will keep them from passing security inspection. Wooden bats used to be the only bats allowed. This year only metal bats are permitted. No explanation was given; none required.

The team marches up the hill from the bay side parking lot to the West Gate to meet Kent Philpott, the current coach of the San Quentin team and MBC's escort into the facility. As they sign in on the visitor clipboard, a guard collects drivers licenses for the clearance check. All players must submit information to the Department of Justice several months in advance, and no one is allowed without this pre-screened check. Once security is completed, the team moves to the next guard station at the gothic doorway that looms over a space that truly separates the world of freedom from the world of prison. Another sign-in is required, all bags are searched, each player is wanded with a metal detector and given an ultra-violet stamp to mark them as a visitor. The cleared players gather in the sally port, a barred cage where one door opens only when the other has been securely closed.

In the prison, the players are greeted by concrete pathways, manicured lawns and mission-style hacienda buildings, which are the meeting spaces for Catholic, Muslim and Christian services. In many ways, San Quentin no longer lives up to its brutal and sinister reputation. Educational and social interaction programs offer education and vocational credits and foster ways to be a positive member of their communities upon release. While it does house California's death row, the prison is now considered a medium security facility. With the development of the Supermax prison with its controversial use of complete isolation as a sure way of deterring conflict, San Quentin's physical layout is almost quaint by comparison.

Prisoners still congregate in large numbers in the yard, running laps, doing calisthenics and pushups (free weights were banned several years ago), and socializing at concrete tables that ring the outer edge of the yard. In the middle of the yard, between the north block gate and the new multi-million dollar hospital wing is the San Quentin Field of Dreams. Baseball has been a part of San Quentin for over 100 years, interest and capacity waxing and waning with every decade, subject to new policies and a continual change of wardens. The latest baseball program has been around since 1994 when the Rev. Earl Smith, the prison's chaplain, noticed an inmate with a catchers glove and asked if he was interested in playing. The inmate agreed but said there was no team or gear. That was all it took to spur the reverend to action. With permission from the warden, Smith began soliciting the community for donations to help supply the team, unofficially dubbed the Pirates.

Outside interest lagged for a few years, but the team's supporters kept at it. And eventually, people started to notice that something as simple as baseball was making a positive difference at the prison. Mike Murphy, legendary equipment manager for the San Francisco Giants, heard about the program and got his team to donate its uniforms and spring training equipment to the prison in 2000. The inmates gratefully accepted and proudly renamed themselves the San Quentin Giants. Metallica, the heavy metal band whose members live in Marin County and have played free shows at the Q, gave $10,000 to repair the dilapidated field. Prisoners spent countless hours restoring the baseball diamond and its meandering outfield, raking, digging, shaping and re-sodding, and legend has it, uncovering more than one home-made weapon.

Sixteen years later, the San Quentin Giants are still playing and winning, although Reverend Smith has retired from the program. By 9:30, the teams have warmed up, taken infield and are eager to begin. The sun is bright and warm; the rays bounce off the chipped and faded concrete walls painted in the same drab adobe color. "Homers" line the backstop and alternately cheer for the Giants or rib them for any mistakes. The four umpires are also inmates, and they incur the playful wrath of the spectators. The mood is light, the flow of play interrupted occasionally by loudspeaker announcements for inmates who have visitors. Inmates wander past the visitor bench and ask where the MBC comes from. And they all get involved offering advice and tips on how each Giant hitter should be handled. The visiting pitchers are more than a little skeptical, considering the source of the information. Although the MBC has played inside many times, the score has remained Giants - many wins, MBC - none.

In the top of the first, MBC's starting center-fielder Mitch Burnham takes an errant fastball to the shoulder and is awarded first base. He steals second and comes home on a hit by shortstop Chris Powell. Powell scores as well, and the MBC goes into the Giants' half of the inning having drawn first blood. Sean Presley, a southpaw playing in his first prison game, takes the hill for the MBC and sets the Giants down in order. Greg Snyder, catcher and unofficial coach of the MBC, settles in behind the dish and quickly learns where the umpire is calling strikes. Neither team does much over the next few innings as rallies are snuffed out almost before they get started. The Giants pitcher struggles with his location and hits outfielder Matt Stone in the neck. Several tense minutes go by while the Giant's staff checks to make sure Stone is all right. The look of remorse on the pitcher's face is tangible and fades into relief when his "victim" is able to sit up and walk to the bench.

Presley continues to throw stellar ball, and going into the sixth inning, the score remains 2-0. A new reliever for the Giants is suddenly caught up in a tough spot as the MBC loads the bases. Aaron Daley, MBC's journeyman player and relief pitcher, falls behind in the count when he fouls off the first two pitches. He is not fooled by a shifty curve and drives the next pitch all the way to the wall in right center. The blast clears the bases and puts the MBC up 5-0.

Daley's sheen as a batter isn't matched on the mound as he struggles to throw strikes throughout the bottom of the sixth and allows the home team to pick up two quick runs. The first comes on a monster ground-rule double when Giants first baseman "Red" slams a rocket that careens all the way into a fenced off area in deep center field. The second is the result of a sharp line drive that gets by the second baseman and squirts into the turf in shallow right.

Daley finally settles down in the seventh, helping his own cause with four strikeouts over four innings backed up by some fine defensive work from MBC's third baseman Johnny Bartlett. As the game winds down, the tension in the Giants dugout becomes almost palpable. They are not used to being behind in games and a lot of frustration is heard from the 18 guys wearing the home colors. The fans never waver in their support of the Giants however, and they keep the talk alive to spur on their heroes. As armchair coaches, they holler out the need for base runners, not home runs. Philpott sends in three pinch hitters to try to get something started, but in each case MBC is able to fend off their efforts. With two out in the bottom of the ninth, Presley, now playing left field, tracks down a long pop foul, and the game is over. MBC 5, San Quentin Giants 2.

The players line up at home plate, shake hands and are invited to the pitcher's mound for a short prayer. The Giants relief pitcher is also the team chaplain, and he praises God's goodness and grace that sustain his team, even to its very existence. He gives thanks for a good, clean game and asks for safe passage home for the MBC. After a few minutes of small talk, the Giants head to the outfield for a team meeting, and the MBC packs up its gear and follows its escort back to the gate. Inmates thank the players as they leave the main yard and express congratulations for a well-fought game. One inmate remarks, "It's always good to see you guys. You are the only team that comes in here that seems to have fun whether you win or lose." The MBC players nod in agreement and playfully remind the inmate of their overall losing record. Once again through the sally port and security check, San Francisco Bay welcomes the MBC as the players leave the grounds.

Players chatter about the novelty of the win and talk about how the next game, less than a month away, will be. They take a few pictures in the parking lot to remember the occasion, knowing that regardless of the score, the game brought a few hours of freedom to everyone in San Quentin.

Editor's note: Aaron Daley is a native of El Dorado County. He was a standout baseball player at Ponderosa High School and was selected for the Optimist All Star Team after graduation in 1995. In addition to playing, he manages the official Website (missionbaseball.blogspot.com) as Leroy Spaige.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

7/31/10- San Quentin





Our final game of the season against the Giants, and it was a foggy gross morning as the team congregated in the parking lot. Satch had imbibed a bit too much of the devil's brew the night before and barely made check in, flying low, sweating cactus liquor. Luckily, Saturday the security and such is a little more lax, and we were through with no trouble. The first thing we noticed was that there was about 13 players instead of the usual 28, we found out later that alot of the prisoners were in lock down due to the stabbing that had occurred earlier that week.

The other big news was that Stretch was transferred to Tracy to do some sort of prisoner work thing, since he was proficient with computers. Not a very fitting ending for a guy who really was the heart of the SQ team for such a long time. But I guess that is the way it goes when you are no longer free....we'll miss him.

The new pitcher for the Giants didn't seem all that overpowering but he certainly managed to keep us off balance for the first few innings. As usual we made our five errors in the first couple, as the adrenaline soared and the hands got fumbly. Not to take anything away from the G-men, they were murdering the ball, and have the early fog to thank for deadening the air on a few that should have been gone. Satch finally settled down and started in with the change of speed stuff which was working pretty well, at least they were popping the ball up. In an unfortunate mistake, I drilled a player in the helmet with a fastball, which is something that no one wants to see. He seemed alright, and I talked to him after the game and he was very cool about it, but a tense couple of seconds.

The score was 5-0 in the fourth and we hadn't had a hit yet, so we decided that was the first thing to take care of, and Mike Gaspar complied with a infield roller, and we were off and running. We broke the shutout, got a few more. They tacked on a run, we answered back, Sean providing the momentum with a double down the line. Noah promptly stepped up and pissed on the ball, sending the horsehide into the gap in left center, and suddenly it was a 6-6 ball game. We savored the tie for less than 1/3 of an inning. Johnny Badass (the intense catcher who owned me all day) drilled the second pitch, scored on the next hit, and we were in the hole again. Deeper and deeper it went, and it was 10-6 by the time Satch bowed out in the 6th. Sean came in and shut down the offense, but Rico, the cagey lefty for the SQ had done the same to us.

We flailed away our 8th and in the 9th, we showed some spark of comeback, with the bases loaded, Sean again drilled a ball into right, but unfortunately right at the fielder, who caught it and almost doubled up Satch on first. The momentum shifted, and down we went. We gathered on the mound, Kent said a few words, praise was given to everyone who had come out, we shook hands one more time, and headed out to the world.

Highlights

* Sean and Noah had great hits, Cagle had a nice one, but he needs to listen to the bench when they are screaming at him to stay at first.

* Phil Snyder, out from the red rocks of the southwest joined for his first game in the big house.

* The umpire was equally fair in the balls and strikes, and although he fucked a few calls, he acknowledged them to Greg.....

* We picked off a guy at third, but the base umpire wasn't paying attention, DAMN!

* Sean made some amazing catches in center field, actually Noah and Gaspar did as well, the outfield was solid all game

* Well.....there were a few in the outfield where the fielder just stood there shrugging since the ball blend in with the wall

* Had a real bad news bears play pop up behind the mound, I should have gotten it, but in my state, I was really afraid I might trip, fall and throw up at the same time....

* I hit 4 ground balls to the exact same place, second base. Two of them I got on, errors. I always have bad luck in the clean up spot. I'm a fifth spot kind of guy.

* Thanks to everyone, keep the ears to the ground in case we have a cancellation and a game becomes available.

S. Paige