It is supposed to rain all weekend here in New York. Opening Night could be a long, soggy affair. But that won’t stop the hype. Today, Godon Edes examines the difficulties that the Sox face in trying to repeat; Jack Curry has a feature on David Wells; Joel Sherman and John Harper profile Alex Rodriguez, and Lee Jenkins has a piece on why New York baseball is better than ever.
Actually, the Times is in rare form this morning. Alan Schwartz, who wrote an excellent article about steroids for ESPN earlier in the week, celebrates the 20th anniversary of George Plimpton’s Sidd Finch hoax for Sports Illustrated. I remember when that issue came out. I was in middle school, hanging out in the library when the rumors started buzzing around that the Mets had some yokel with big-ass feet that could throw the ball 168 mph. Natrually, I got caught up in the excitement. I don’t remember how long the ruse lasted; I think it was a couple of hours. Then of course, we all learned that it was an April Fool’s joke. I just recall thinking, “How could I have fallen for that. Duh, nobody can throw it that fast. Nobody could be that good.” But 1985 was Doc Goodon’s rookie year. While he wasn’t exactly mythical, he was damn close, especially that first year.
Oh, and by the way, Tom Boswell did an on-line chat the other day that was pretty funny. (I didn’t know he was down with that kind of thing.) I like this bit about his favorite baseball movie:
Favorite movie–by a million miles–is “Bull Durham.” Sorry, but I absolutely HATE “Field of Dreams.” It epitomizes every sentimental fake-poetic piece of crap ever written or filmed about baseball. Kinsella is an idiot. (He doesn’t even like baseball anymore.) Okay, he’s not an idiot. But my views, temperament are very much from the gritty, funny, hard-nosed (and sexy) “Bull Durham” view of what the game really is up close. “Field” is for the third-tier poets like that guy Donald Hall. heh, heh, got that off my chest. 🙂
Dag, why you gotta go diss the poet like that?