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Rock Cats Shut Down Bay Sox

Wednesday, August 1st, 2012

The New Britain Rock Cats committed more errors (3) than they got hits (2), but all it took was a booming homerun for the RBI leader Chris Colabello in the fourth inning to give the Rock Cats a 2-1 win.

Zach Clark took the loss but pitched well in his six innings of work.  He had pitched shutouts in his previous two starts.  It is difficult to think this 29 year old will be given an opportunity to pitch for the Orioles, but he did show a good fastball that he kept at 92 that appeared to be consistently in the strike zone.  He also had some break to his curveball.

The Twins have a couple prospects in Aaron Hicks and Oswaldo Arcia, but the two combined to go 0 for 7 with three whiffs.  The best prospect looked to be Bruce Pugh, who worked three innings getting his fastball up to 96.  He did not get a lot of break to his curveball.  He came in with the bases loaded and one out and got Manny Machado to pop up on a 3-2 pitch to the first baseman and then struck out Rhyne Hughes to end the threat.  The Orioles failed to get close the rest of the game.

For the Bay Sox Manny Machado strafed two hits in four at bats and Michael Belifore pitched two plus perfect innings of relief for the Bay Sox.

General Manager (cont - 3)

Wednesday, August 1st, 2012

His father contacted him about a job with the Cubs when Larvell first become general manager.  Larvell told him there were no openings.  They had angry words, his father reminding him who paid for his Harvard education that gave him his job.  It got to the point where they each were screaming at each other on the phone at the same time that neither could listen to what the other had said.  The two have not spoken to each other since.  William still calls on occasion but Larvell never returns the call.    

     

The blogs and chat forums debated why he quit.  A fight with the owner’s daughter, a recognition the team’s success could not last, the persistent battle of being in the public eye, the increasing salary requests from players he felt were not deserving, all were given as reasons for his abrupt departure.  All could be described as accurate, except for the fight with the owner’s daughter.  He had never met the owner’s daughter.     

 

Larvell didn’t stick around to address the press to explain his reasons for leaving.  He traveled the world, far from the prying eyes of the public pundits, climbing the Himalayas where no one knew his name, kneeling in front of the cross in Jerusalem where Jesus had been crucified, praying for guidance to a deity he didn’t quite believe in, getting lost in the jungles of Zimbabwe, surviving the parasites to live another day.  In all the places he traveled baseball was not a familiar sport to the people he met.  His Harvard education ill equipped for the realities he witnessed. 

 

When he reappeared after two years, many had forgotten his name.  He was just a passing memory.  Cub fans remembered him.  They expected him to return them to their former glory, resurrect them to the top spot.  His departure was just a sabbatical.  He would again lead the Cubs to the World Series.  They hadn’t won a pennant in the two years he was absent, making the playoffs as a wild card team but falling shy of a World Series appearance both years.  The veterans were getting old, the youngsters lacked polish.  They needed some juice to make them strong again.  Larvell could bring them that juice.  Or so they hoped.    

 

There was shock and indignation when he chose to take the job with the Orioles over the Cubs.  It didn’t take long for him to turn from hero to demon.  At least in Baltimore they loved him.  For about two months.  Once the season started and they couldn’t escape the cellar that love disappeared.  Now a lot of people weren’t so happy with his hire.  Divorce was an option.        

 

Two years away from his reign with the Cubs had given Larvell an older face.  He had lost his boyish grin.  It must have been the travel.  It certainly wasn’t the stress.  He carried crow’s feet above the corners of his eyes now, his hair turning gray around the edges.  The shades of gray made him look more distinguished, clashing with his youthful, baby faced cheeks and thinly brushed eyebrows.  No five o’clock shadow could be found on his face.  It was more a midnight glaze that a dull razor could fix in the morning.  The boyish grin had been replaced with a knowing smirk.     

 

He still maintained his playing weight.  It was probably the parasites from Zimbabwe that ate what he ate, preventing him from putting on any pounds.  The hike up the Himalayas’ was pretty exhausting.  He lost twenty pounds after that adventure.  And $20,000.  After that trek he was convinced he had to go back to work.  Or find cheaper hobbies.

 

The Orioles had not had a winning record in over 20 years.  It had a beautiful park in Camden Yards, but it had the son of an owner who ran the team as poorly as the father had run it before him.  The worse thing an owner can do is to pretend he knows the intricacies of the game.  That is what the father had done, before he became senile.  The son followed in his footsteps, hiring general managers to do his bidding and firing them when they didn’t produce results.  The good ones just quit. 

 

The Orioles were a challenge Larvell drooled at.  He had grown up in the locker room of the Orioles, while his dad was a player there.  Those were happier days.  When he still didn’t know his dad.  His mom was still alive and life seemed much simpler.  His dad even paid attention to him.  They became his favorite team as a youth growing up, even though they were right in the middle of their losing streak.  Now he had an opportunity to mold them into a winner. 

 

Generations had grown up only hearing the stories of the invincible Orioles of days gone by, with the names like Cal Ripkin, Eddie Murray, Boog Powell, Brooks and Frank Robinson driving in the runs and the names Jim Palmer, Mike Flanagan, Dennis Martinez and Mike Cuellar preventing the runs from scoring.  Now fans could only witness the bumbling antics of a 20 plus year losing streak, where finishing over .500 seemed an impossible feat.  They were replacing the Red Sox and Cubs of yesteryear, a generation of fans growing up never to witness a playoff game, only reading about them from books or listening to the embellished tales of their grandfathers.

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General Manager (cont - 4)

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

The first commitment Larvell required from the owner was to give him full authority to mold the team as he saw fit.  No interference from him or recommendations over who he signed or traded.  The only compromise he made was concerning money.  If a contract reached seven figures Larvell was required to notify the owner to make sure funds were available.  That was a moot point for Larvell.  He built a team.  He did not buy a team.

 

The first year had been rough.  The blogs and chat forums were critical of his performance.  He was shooting “blanks” with the Orioles.  Not the first time Larvell had heard that phrase, but it had always been used in reference to his batting performance when he was a player in the minor leauges, not as a general manager.     

 

The scouting reports of the minor leaguer players he was considering for promotion for a September call up to supplement the major league roster were lying uncollected on the floor.  The veteran players had been here from April to August.  They were getting tired and deserved a break.  Bringing in a youngster to give him experience wasn’t a bad idea, especially during this lost season.  It would better prepare him for the major leagues next season and give the veteran players a break.  Except Larvell didn’t like what he read from these scouting reports.  There would be no promotions just to give an over paid veteran a break, or give a young kid some wasted experience that he had no chance of building upon.  If they didn’t deserve it with their performance in the minor leagues they didn’t deserve to be exhibiting that same shoddy performance in the major leagues.   

 

“Maybe we just don’t call anyone up.  Leave the roster at 25 to finish out the season in last place and only find a replacement when we have an injury.  That would certainly save us some salary.”  Larvell’s anger was subsiding.  The redness in his face was disappearing. 

 

Again more silence.  Sitting in the room with him were three of his advisors.  Larvell never liked large meetings.  Keep it small otherwise you would be flying in too many directions.  It was also a way he could keep control of a meeting to make sure there was accountability over the decisions that were made.  Each of the three men had their roles.  Each of the three men knew what those roles were.  All he asked from them was an honest effort. 

 

None of the three were tarnished from the days when Larvell worked with the Cubs.  He did not want to repeat those days.  Besides, those employees had risen to more esteemed positions with other teams as a result of their success.  Working for Larvell would not be a promotion for them, no matter how much they may have enjoyed working for him.  Or not enjoyed working for him.  It didn’t really matter.   

 

 Pablo Vargas was one of the three men in the room.  He was anointed to be head of the International Scouting department, responsible for the scouting and signing of all the international players.  That was an area the Orioles had ignored for a number of years.  Larvell stole him from the Mets.  He had a reputation for being one of the most respected scouts in Latin America, but he had reached a glass ceiling with the Mets.  He knew every buscon in the Dominican Republic by their first name, was a godfather to many of their sons.  He also scoured the other Spanish speaking areas, Nicaragua, Panama, Colombia and Venezuela to turn the Mets into a powerhouse.  Despite this success the Mets had others cemented in positions above him.  He had no opportunity to move forward with the Mets.  Larvell gave him that chance to move forward with the Orioles.

 

In his younger days he had been a great defensive shortstop.  Unfortunately, defense was his only skill.  He couldn’t hit an elephant in an outhouse.  If Pablo could have swung the bat with any kind of decency he could have had a much longer career in the major leagues.  As it was, he had an abbreviated career, which hastened his move to the administrative side of the game.

 

Pablo was a smaller guy, quick and agile, and still maintained the player’s weight he had seven years ago, when his release had caused him to look at another side of baseball, first as a minor league coach, then as a scout for Latin America.  He was born in the Dominican Republic and carried a GQ persona in hair and in dress.  He could be just as comfortable in the boardrooms of a large corporation or in the bleachers watching a game with a buscon.  He dressed sharply, with nary a crease to be found in his threads. 

 

Larvell wondered if that was to Pablo’s credit or to his wife.  He was married to a former beauty queen from the Dominican Republic who finished in the top ten in the Miss Universe contest a number of years ago.  Larvell always enjoyed it when he brought her to their social events.  He couldn’t help but stare at the enormity of her breasts, breasts she had little problem with displaying.  Pablo would joke “The problem with marrying a beautiful woman is that everyone wants to sleep with your wife, except me.  I’ve slept with her so many times the passion is gone.  Sometimes I have to really look at her to remember how beautiful she still is.  To me she is just my wife, a woman who goes through her periods, who bites my head off when she’s experiencing one of her frequent migraines.  To others she is one of the most beautiful women in the world.  They never see the other side of her, the day to day side when living with her can be a challenge.”  They had been married three years now and still had no kids.  Larvell never asked why.

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Rollins Buries Nats

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

The Phillies traded away most of their outfield prior to the trading deadline.  They kept their shortstop.  Jimmy Rollins slugged two solo shots and came just a few feet from a three homer game in the Phillies 3-2 victory over the Nationals.

The Nationals scored first courtesy of some sloppy fielding by the Phillies.  Bryce Harper got the rally started with a single and he was followed by a walk to Chad Tracy to put runners on first and second with one out.  Michael Morse hit a possible double play grounder to Kevin Fransden, who let the ball handcuff him to load the bases.  Adam LaRoche lined a single into center to score the first run.  Danny Espinosa hit a tailor made double play grounder to Chase Utley, who rolled the flip to Rollins.  Rollins had to get off the bag and stepped on it just ahead of the sliding Laroche.  Chad Tracy scored on the play to make it 2-0.

The Nationals almost made it 3-0 in the second after Edwin Jackson beat out an infield single.  Fransden bobbled another grounder but was still able to get Steve Lombardozzi out at first, Jackson moving to second.  Bryce Harper ripped a single to left field.  When Dominic Brown scooped the ball, Edwin Jackson was just rounding third base.  Ross Porter sent him anyway and Brown easily gunned Jackson down at the plate, though it was not a strong throw.  After that Jackson was not quite the same on the mound.

The Phillies hit three balls out of the park after the second inning.  The Nationals could do nothing more against Vance Worley, who retired nine in a row from the third to the fifth and didn’t allow a runner past first through seven.  The bullpen took over after that and retired all six hitters they faced, assisted by Ryan Zimmerman with a caught stealing in the eighth.  Danny Espinosa hit one to the warning track to left field in the ninth that created a little excitement.

Jimmy Rollins hit his first solo shot over the Nationals bullpen in the third inning,  He had taken Edwin Jackson’s first pitch in the opening frame and slugged it to the warning track, Bryce Harper making the catch with his back to the scoreboard.  In the fifth Rollins hit another homerun, this one into the right field bleachers.  On the very next pitch the recently acquired Nate Schierholtz hit one into the right field bleachers to make it 3-2.

Game Notes: Ryan Howard and John Mayberry had long days, both striking out three times.  Mayberry was caught in a third to home rundown in the fourth inning…Danny Espinosa made an inadviseable barehanded throw in the fourth after a ball had glanced off Edwin Jackson.  He threw the ball into the stands behind the first base dugout, allowing Mayberry to take second…Jesus Flores made a couple weak throws on two stolen bases by Juan Pierre in the ninth.  It didn’t help that Pierre also got good jumps on both steals.  Flores also seems to lack any carry in the balls he hits to the outfield…Not a lot of Phillies fans showed up at the park.  Two Philly fans who did say the fans have bagged it for the season.  They would not be surprised if the team breaks their sellout streak in September…Vance Worley appears a little pudgy and can’t break 90 with his fastball.  This doesn’t tell me he will have a lot of success, but the same Philly fans have told me he is bothered by loose particles in his elbow that he will need scoped out at the end of the season.  Last year he could get his fastball up to 94.  He didn’t seem to need that juice against Nationals bats tonight.

Japanese Players Still Not Participating In WBC

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

The Japanese players have stated nothing has changed to convince them to participate in the 2013 World Baseball Classic.  They still insist on full control of sponsorship resources provided by Japanese sponsors.  The owners have had very little success in convincing them this nebulous Samurai Project concept will provide them the revenue they seek from the WBC sponsorship money.  The NPB hopes to promote the Japanese national team concept in international tournaments, even hosting international tournaments while they acquire sponsors for these tournaments.  There is no guarantee this will have the success of the WBC.

The WBC insists they have an agreement in principal has been made with the NPB ensuring Japan will provide a competetive team to the tournament.  Japan has already stated if the professionals do not participate they will not have a team.  It would tear asunder any hope the NPB has of starting the Samurai Project since the WBC is the stepping stone to their concept.

It basically comes down to money.  Japan has two options.  They can compensate the Japanese players what they thought they could receive in this sponsorship money.  Or they can try to go back to the WBC and re-negotiate a deal the WBC will insist has already been completed.

It will be interesing to see how things turn out.  Since Japan is supposed to host two of the opening rounds, it wouldn’t make any sense for them to host if they do not have a team participating in the event.

General Manager (cont - 5)

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Rigo Singh was the second man in the room.  Larvell gave him the title of assistant general manager, but he was really just the stat guy or the answer man for his questions.  Larvell called him Rigo because he could not pronounce his full Indian name.  It was as long as the alphabet.  Rigo was much easier to say.  He threw a baseball like a girl, ran like a monkey on roller skates and couldn’t hit a baseball even if you threw it underhand from five feet away. 

 

He was born in India, coming to the United States to get his education.  He didn’t know anything about baseball until he got a job as the statistics man for the Harvard baseball team.  Rigo became fascinated with the numbers baseball could produce.  He had an insatiable appetite for numbers.  Putting those numbers together for the Harvard baseball team became his obsession.  It also got him introduced to Larvell.  They became friends during that time.

 

At the time Rigo knew a lot about cricket, but very little about baseball.  Larvell gave him a Cliff notes education on baseball, including how to keep score.  Rigo soaked it up.  The baseball coach got the benefit.  He was impressed with all the charts and graphs Rigo prepared on his players, identifying weaknesses and strengths, even providing some usefull information on the opposing pitchers they would be facing for their next series.  The coach was able to get Rigo an intern assignment to get some school credits for all the work he put together in the statistics department.  

 

Larvell and Rigo would spend hours after a game engaging in philosophical discussions about baseball.  Larvell explained the intricacies of the game while Rigo questioned some of the traditional baseball logic.  “Why don’t teams bat their best hitter first?’ he would question. 

 

“That would limit his RBI opportunities.” 

 

“How so?  He only bats first at the beginning of the game.  After that, where a player bats is all dependent on how the lineup produces during the remainder of the game.”

 

There was a lot of criticism among the local sportswriters when Larvell announced Rigo as his assistant general manager.  He had no baseball pedigree, other than keeping stats for the Harvard baseball team.  No one from baseball could find a profile on him and a Google search only linked to his facebook address.  He had no major league baseball experience.

 

That didn’t matter to Larvell.  An assistant general manager didn’t need to know anything about baseball.  He only needed to provide Larvell with information when asked and Rigo was the best at finding that information.  He had proved it while a student at Harvard.

 

The people from India were quite excited with the hiring of Rigo.  The hiring gave him instant celebrity status in his home town.  Many mothers sent pictures of their daughters in hopes Rigo would have some interest in marriage.  Larvell put himself in charge of reviewing all pictures sent by these mothers before Rigo could consider any of their daughters for his wife.  So far, Larvell had not been impressed with the applicants.  

 

 Rigo had graduated far past what Larvell had hoped in baseball 101.  He used acronyms like RBI (Runs Batted in), WAR (Wins Above a Replacement Player), WOBA (Weighted On Base Average), OPS (On Base Percentage plus Slugging average), UZR (Ultimate Zone Rating), BABIP (Batters Average for Balls in Play) and VORP (Value Over a Replacement Player) as part of his everyday vocabulary.  It was an alphabet soup to Larvell.  He might as well be speaking to him in Hindu.  “Why don’t you speak in English?  Give me something I can digest.”

 

While Larvell had familiarity with many of the acronyms he didn’t necessarily accept their accuracy.  The big stat numbers for him were on base percentage plus slugging, or OPS, combined with their walk and strikeout numbers for hitters and strikeouts and walks per nine innings pitched plus opponent batting average for pitchers.  All the other stuff Larvell could throw out the window, but he let Rigo play with them to see what information he could develop.

 

 Larvell did not need a traditional thinker for his assistant general manager position.  He had all those ideas wrapped in a pretty package inside his head and ready to deliver.  If there is a trap you can fall into in baseball it is always moving towards the traditional way of thinking.  Rigo gave him a fresh approach to the game.  Most general managers are like sheep.  If one found success others would soon follow, no matter if the new concept enhanced the talent on their roster.  There was no “bah” in Larvell’s vocabulary.     

 

Larvell had tried to pry Rigo away from a big accounting firm to work for the Cubs when he had been hired as general manager there, but Rigo had just gotten hired by a large corporation and wasn’t prepared to leave.  He was making too much money then.  Now that Larvell was with the Orioles it didn’t take much to convince Rigo to quit his high salaried job to come work for the Orioles, even though he took a large pay cut to make the move.  Money no longer interested him.  He had his investments to make up for any difference in pay.  Rigo preferred analyzing baseball numbers to balancing the profit and loss sheets of a large corporation.

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Nats Split with Marlins

Saturday, August 4th, 2012

The Nationals called on John Lannan to give them another first game doubleheader start and he gave them a 7-4 victory.  Gio Gonzalez went the second game but he was outdueled by Josh Johnson, who came within one out of a complete game in the Marlins 5-2 second game victory.

John Lannan was not sharp, walking five hitters, including Emilio Bonafacio to start the game.  He is the type of pitcher that continually dances around danger, always within a whisker of the big inning.  The Marlins were able to load the bases with no one out after a Jose Reyes bunt single.  With the crowd getting restless, Lannan got Carlos Lee to ground into a 6-4-3 double play and struck out Austin Kearns to get out of the inning giving up only one run.

The Nationals came back in the bottom frame off Brad Hand after he had retired the first two hitters.  Ryan Zimmerman smoked a double, and after a walk to Jayson Werth, Adam LaRoche tied the game with a single.  A walk to Tyler Moore loaded the bases where it was left to Mark DeRosa to drive in two runs with a single.

Given a 3-1 lead, Lannan could not accept the prosperity in the top of the second.  After he retired the first hitter on a popup, he walked the next two.  Brad Hand was called on to bunt the runners over, failed in his first two opportunities and with two strikes made a third attempt.  He popped it up, but Adam LaRoche let the ball hit the ground and turned it into a 3-5-6 double play.  The bunt was not popped high enough for any of the umpires to call infield fly.

Adam LaRoche stayed hot by hitting a solo homerun in the third and in the fourth the Nationals drove Hand from the game with three more runs to take a commanding 7-1 lead.  LaRoche walked with the bases loaded to drive in one, Tyler Moore beat out an infield single to score another and a fourth walk of the inning, this one to Mark DeRosa scored the third.  The Nationals had an opportunity to score more but Jesus Flores and John Lannan both struck out.

Lannan pitched well for the next four innings, retiring 12 of the 13 hitters he faced.  In the seventh, he walked the leadoff hitter Austin Kearns and gave up a double to Donnie Murphy.  Murphy had to leave the game with a hamstring strain.  After throwing two balls to pinchhitter Bryan Peterson, one of which sailed to the back stop to score a run, Davey Johnson came with the hook.  He brought in Ryan Mattheus to finish the walk, give up an RBI single to Brett Hayes, before finally getting Scott Cousins to ground into a double play to get out of the inning.

With the score 7-3 it became a game of whether the now porous Nationals bullpen could hold the lead.  The Marlins loaded the bases on a couple walks off Drew Storen in the eighth.  He wasn’t allowed to complete the inning, Michael Gonzalez being called on to strike out Scott Cousins to end the threat.

Gonzalez struggled in the ninth, giving up a double to Brett Hayes and a single to pinchhitter Greg Dobbs.  That brought in Tyler Clippard, who retired the next three hitters to pick up his save.

In the second game Steve Lombardozzi led the game off for the Nationals with a triple.  He scored on a Ryan Zimmerman fly ball to right field.  The way Gio Gonzalez was dealing it appeared that was the only run he would need.

Through the first five innings Gonzalez threw strikes, giving up only two hits, one of them in the fifth inning erased by a double play.  He had only one three ball count and that was in the third inning.  When the sixth inning hit he ran a three ball count to Josh Johnson.  On a 3-2 pitch he threw a strike to the .035 hitting Johnson, who drove the ball over the head of Bryce Harper, who limited Johnson to a single by playing the bounce off the wall.  Donavan Solano and Jose Reyes hit back to back two out singles to load the bases, all to right field with Johnson hesitant to take the extra base on Harper’s arm.  Carlos Lee singled up the middle to drive in two, giving the Marlins a 2-1 lead.  Greg Dobbs made it four straight hits by blooping a ball over the head of shortstop Danny Espinosa to make it 3-1.

Josh Johnson was making easy work of the Nationals after the first inning.  After the Lombo triple he retired the next 12 Nationals.  In the fifth he gave up a leadoff double to Michael Morse and a bloop single to left field to Roger Bernadina.  Morse thought the ball would be caught and had to hold at second.  Johnson struck out Sandy Leon for the second time and got Gonzalez to fly weakly to center to end the threat.  He retired the next nine out of 10 Nationals, only a Jose Reyes error on a bounced throw to Carlos Lee the only baserunner.

The Marlins gave Johnson another run in the eighth on a Jose Reyes double to right.  A high throw to second by Bryce Harper allowed Reyes to slide under the tag.  A lower throw and Reyes would have been out.  Reyes went on a pitch Carlos Lee grounded to short.  By the time Espinosa fielded the ball Reyes was at third.  Espinosa could have held the ball to allow Lee to get to first, or throw to first to get Lee out.  He threw to first and Reyes broke for home, scoring without a throw.

The Marlins scored another run in the ninth to up their lead to 5-1, Josh Johnson helping himself with his second hit of the game.  Bonafacio singled to score the fifth run.

In the bottom frame, the pitch count for Johnson reached 100.  He gave up a single to Bryce Harper.  With two outs and Harper at second, Michael Morse bounced one up the middle.  Bonafacio dove to stop the ball, but couldn’t pick the ball up to get Morse out.  He jammed his thumbed and flipped the ball to Reyes, but the ball hit no man’s land on the infield grass and Harper raced home for a run.  Bonafacio was removed from the game with the thumb injury and he may be out for the rest of the season.

Ozzie Guillen called on Steve Cishek to get the last out.  He struck out Danny Espinosa, getting him swinging on a couple pitches way out of the strike zone.

Game Notes: The Nationals acquired Kurt Suzuki from the Oakland Athletics for David Frietas.  Suzuki will take over the starting role for Jesus Flores, who looks worn out and ragged.  His throws have not been crisp and his bat has been real slow.  Suzuki will give the Nationals some re-newed energy behind the plate.  Sandy Leon sealed his fate by striking out his last three times up…Danny Espinosa is swinging at bad pitches again.  He swung at a pitch that appeared to hit him in the feet.  He struck out his last three times up in the second game of the doubleheader…Adam LaRoche appears to have hit a hot hitting zone.  He was fouling balls into the upper deck and lining them into the stands.  He did go 0 for 4 in the second game after going 3 for 4 in the first game.

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The 15 and Under IBAF Groupings

Saturday, August 4th, 2012

A number of countries have chosen not to participate in the 15 and under international tournament being held in Chihuahua, Mexico on August 16-26 because of the travel advisories that exist there.  The IBAF does have 16 countries willing to particpate in the event.  Colombia and Uganda were two latest teams to withdraw from the competetion.  They were replaced by Honduras and Argentina.  The groupings are listed below:

Group A:

Mexico, Taiwan, Bahamas, Honduras, Lithuania, Italy

Group B:

Cuba, Brazil, Indonesia, Hong Kong, Argentina

Group C:

Venezuela, Aruba, Ukraine, Nicaragua, Germany

You can follow the results of the tournament at http://www.ibaf.org/en/news/2012/08/03/schedule-for-15u-baseball-world-championship-annou/ad8e7eb4-1944-4d4b-867c-375d4e93b0ef but myworld will also give our spin on the results.

General Manager (cont. - 6)

Saturday, August 4th, 2012

The man in charge of making sense of Rigo’s numbers was the third man in the group, Moose Duvall, a large monster of a man, with huge forearms and a tattoo of the “NY” Yankee logo on his right forearm.  He never played for the Yankees but they were his favorite team as a youth.  The tattoo was the first thing people noticed about him and the first hazing he would get when he walked into a locker room.  Especially since the Yankees never acquired him at any point in his professional career.  He got the tattoo just before the draft when he thought he would get drafted by the Yankees.  The scout from the Yankees who was watching him play said he was going to be selected by them.  He had been drunk.  His parents would be angry.  The Brewers took him before the Yankees after he got the tattoo. 

 

Moose slugged a lot of homeruns during his career, but unfortunately, most of them were in the minor leagues.  He had trouble with the glove and there was always a fading superstar with a huge contract playing in front of him that the team did not want to sit.  He went from a prospect to a journeyman before most people knew he was toiling down in the minors.  It took a 44 homerun effort at the age of 29 before he got a September call up.  His major league career lasted all of 20 at bats.  He played one more year in the minors to try to pass the record for most homeruns hit in the minor leagues, but fell short by five because of a down year.  He didn’t have the motivation to suffer through another year of minor league bus rides to continue his playing career.  A team offered him a managing job in the minor leagues and he took it. 

 

Larvell put him in charge of domestic scouting and meeting with the managers.  He was one of the most gregarious people Larvell had met.  He knew how to work a room, with his booming voice always telling you where he was.  Larvell first became aware of him in his third year with the Cubs, but since that was his last year with the Cubs he never got a chance to offer him a position.  He was a name Larvell remembered when given the job by the Orioles.  Moose had grown tired of managing in the minors, “same bus rides, but you’re not playing the games anymore.  After awhile you get tired of the babysitting.” 

 

It didn’t take much for Larvell to convince him to take a position with the major league club.  “If you offered me a job washing uniforms I’d have taken it if it brought me to the major leagues,” Moose told Larvell after he hired him. 

 

For Moose having a major league job was easier on his family life.  He was married with six kids.  “Should have paid more attention to the prophylactic opportunities out there, but when you’re young you just don’t think about these things.”  All the kids birthdays were around the July and August time frame, when there was no longer a baseball season to occupy his time. 

 

While he still had to travel with his administrative job with the Orioles, it wasn’t the long road trips that would leave him so exhausted he preferred the constant drone of the television set rather than the irritating chirp of his kids.  Or as he referred to them “His pack of raptors.”  He could even arrange his travel schedule to allow him to see a few of their Little League games, dance recitals or band sessions.  Larvell would encourage that.  A happy employee was a good employee. 

 

Moose shaved his head now, the parting of the Red Sea baldness in the middle of his scalp making that choice easier for him.  He also wore a thick mustache that fell below his lower lip, giving his face a look of a walrus.  Larvell would joke with him he had more hair on his upper lip than the top of his head.  He also had a scar above his right eye from where a third baseman’s cleats had used Moose’s face as a door mat.  It wasn’t a huge scar, just a slight streak above his right eye that traveled just short of the top of his head.  He should have had stitches to close the wound, but Moose would have none of that.  Stitches were for babies.  Now it was a proud battle scar he could brag about.    

 

For such a big guy Larvell expected a lot of brim and spitfire from him at meetings.  That was not the case.  Moose was very quiet and measured in his discussions, especially with Rigo.  The two of them would argue over whether the statistics a player produces or the tools he possesses define him.  Rigo would come up with the numbers that required Moose to send out one of his scouts to watch the kid play.  Whether they drafted him or not Moose and Rigo often did not see eye to eye on the merits of a player’s skills.  Larvell relished their debates.

 

Despite his lack of a college education Moose held his own during these discussions with the Harvard educated Rigo, who had his own struggles with trying to find the right English words to debate Moose, leaving him frustrated and angry.  Moose was the only person he ever saw who could make Rigo angry.  It was usually Rigo who would be the one storming out of the room, stammering in his native Indian language.  Moose would just shrug his shoulders at the shrieking Rigo and give that crooked, all knowing smile.  “What did I say?”

 

Larvell had not yet told Moose but he would be given the task of firing his manager.  He would wait until the end of the season for that.

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Machado Hits for Cycle

Saturday, August 4th, 2012

Manny Machado made up for his double error that gave the Trenton Thunder a 6-5 lead by hitting a mammoth homerun over the high wall to give the Bay Sox an 8-7 lead.  The homerun completed his run for the cycle.

In the opening frame Machado tripled, sliding just ahead of a ball mashed into the right centerfield gap.  He scored the first run of the game on a grounder to short.  In the third Machado ripped a double down the third base line to score the fourth run of the inning and give the Bay Sox a 5-0 lead.

Bowie starter Richard Zagone had mesmerized the Trenton Thunder for the first three innings with his 85 mile per hour fastball, but in the fourth he gave up his first two hits, back to back homeruns by Zoilo Almonte and Luke Murton.  The homerun for Luke was his 22nd, which leads the Eastern League in homeruns.

In the top of the sixth, with a runner on first, Luke Murton hit a slow grounder to Machado.  Luke lacks speed and Machado tried to rush his pickup to get the double play.  He bobbled the ball, dropped it and lost the play at second.  Instead of eating it, he threw a wild throw to first, allowing Almonte to advance to third.  The Bay Sox were able to throw Luke Murton out at home for the second out on a grounder to third, but after that the dam broke.  Walter Ibarra doubled to score one run and Jeff Franham singled to drive in two to give the Thunder a 6-5 lead.  Zagone departed for Mike Belfiore, who retired the last hitter.

Machado singled for his third hit of the game in the bottom frame and moved to third on a Caleb Joseph double.  Since being demoted from Norfolk Caleb had hit homeruns in two consecutive games.  The double went to the deepest part in center, bouncing over the wall.  With runners on second and third and no out, the Bay Sox could only score one run on a slow grounder to tie the game at 6-6.

The 5′9″ Adonis Garcia showed his strength by clobbering a homerun to the opposite field in right field to give the Thunder a 7-6 lead.  Garcia had been promoted yesterday and got four hits in his AA debut.  His second game was not as fruitful, with the homerun his only hit in five at bats, dropping his average to .500 after two games.

Machado completed the cycle in the bottom of the eighth off Mark Montgomery on a hanging curveball.  Ryan Hughes started the inning with a walk and Machado crushed a pitch far over the tall wall in left field for the 2-run homer.  It was a no doubter to complete the cycle.

Kyler Newby was able to retire the Thunder in the ninth, striking out the first two hitters he faced.  After giving up a walk to David Adams he faced the homerun hitting Almonte, who hit a high foul ball into right field.  Rob Widlansky was able to chase the ball down against the wall.

Bay Sox remain in second place in the Western Division with the victory, while the Thunder have the top spot in the Eastern Division all wrapped up.


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