Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #104


Aug. 12th, 2004 - Dad
Seattle, WA
Bob and I were tired going into the trip but we were exhausted to the point of  hallucinating during it. I think we pulled over at a rest area but I don't know for sure. I think we arrived in Seattle around 7 a.m.. Time to catch a little sleep before our pre game party at Pyramid Brewery.
Bob:
Fourteen hours after departing the Bay Area, we pulled into our dear friends, the Auters, home in Seattle. I have many warm childhood memories of this house. We take a quick hug from our hosts, Don and Judy, then trudge on up to their daughter, Julie’s, old bedroom. We’re out in a flash...
...And up nary three hours later. I’ve never seen my dad this kind of tired. His face is literally hanging down. I decide not to look in the mirror.
We’re out the door and off to the Pyramid Brewery right next to Safeco. Pyramid is INCREDIBLE. They have given us a prime slot in their beer garden, provided beer, soda, water, delicious hors d’ouvres and all on a day they could have easily sold this spot for prime dollars. Instead, they’ve donated to the cause. Thank you Alex Krawless and Pyramid.
Our friends and family have indeed come out to the old ball game. I think all of the 62 tickets have been claimed. Quite a group!
Park Number 29 (of 30), Safeco Field
Minnesota 6, Seattle 3
WP: J. Santana (12-6)   LP: R. Franklin (3-11)
Detroit 5, Oakland 3

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #103


Aug. 11 - continued
Bob (Later...):

Tough. Tough, tough and more tough. Mom has decided not to come. This was very hard on Dad, I know. The only reason my Mom wouldn’t be going on this trip is if she felt really, really sick.
Dad:

The next thing you know Bob and I are on our way to Seattle, alone. I really got a sense of how bad Paulette is feeling knowing how much she loves road trips. She loves Seattle and she loves all of our family and friends in Seattle, too. And she still could not make the trip.
Bob:

These reunions have become annual events as we learn each year more and more how valuable these get togethers are. And Mom won’t be making it. I can hardly believe that as I write it. It doesn’t seem right.

I know Dad feels terribly guilty about leaving her, too. But she insisted he go -- and there’s really nothing to do for my mom by being there. Again, she has food, a comfortable home and lots of friends and neighbors checking in on her. She just has to make the effort to check back into life...whenever she’s ready.
Aug. 12th, 2004 - Bob
Seattle, WA

At one point last night, my dad said the road began to look like purple jelly. That probably should have been enough to get us off the road entirely. Instead, we swapped back and forth on shorter and shorter intervals until we were doing more stopping than starting and we were better off taking a nap. We did just that, taking an uneasy and uneven 90 minute catnap in the Explorer at a rest stop.

I always have this fear that someone with a freshly cut off hand is going to come rapping at the window when pulled over in these situations...

I know what you’re thinking: how’s he gonna rap without a hand? Well he’s got another hand, doesn’t he? And don’t tell me a fresh nub doesn’t have it’s own particular, squishy rap.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #102

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Aug. 11, 2004 - Bob
Walnut Creek, CA

Got just a few hours of sleep and woke to the news that my grandfather (dad’s dad) is in the hospital with encephalitis. Apparently it’s quite painful, but not life threatening. This, on top of mom’s health, has really made for a pleasant “wake up and smell the OJ” morning.

Dad and I talk about the practical measures -- are we going to the A’s game today? I feel almost silly asking. Our schedule has us going to the game, then immediately rolling out to Seattle so we can catch our afternoon game there tomorrow (big crowd and big party waiting).

But, in light of everything going on...

Dad decides the A’s game today is a good idea. I’m really glad. I’m hoping this will provide him and I with a little familiar smile. This is our home park. These are our beloved A’s. Jonny O  is covering the game for the local newspaper and maybe we’ll get to see him at the game. The A’s have provided excellent tickets for us (thank you, Detra Page).

So we go...
Aug. 11, 2004 - Dad
Walnut Creek, CA

The next day Bob and I go to the Oakland game and I have to admit I don't think my heart was in it. On top of that the A's got blown out.
Bob:

ONE GAME. We get to see “our boys” for ONE GAME out of the thirty-two we’ve seen (including the AAA in Vegas and the extra game in Houston) and what do they do? Nada. Zip. Three runs of worthlessness vs. 11 TITANIC BOMBS BY THE TIGERS!! Dramatized? Sure. That’s just how it feels.

Jonny O says this is perhaps the worst game they’ve played all year. Glad to be on board, fellas.

We leave early from a game for just the second time on this trip and, though I hate doing it, I think it is the right decision. We’ve got this roadie to Seattle -- a 12-hour jaunt -- staring us dead in the chops and the mental state (for any of us) was not strong to begin with today. As of right now we (and that includes Mom and Emma) are going...I hope that’s the case when we get home.


Park Number 28 (of 30), Networks Associates Coliseum

Detroit 11, Oakland 3
WP: W. Ledezma (2-0)   LP: M. Redman (8-9)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #101


August 10, 2004 - Dad
Anaheim, CA

At this point my thoughts kept returning to Walnut Creek and Paulette. I was not sure what to expect but indications were that she was not doing well. Before the Anaheim game we had a great meal and gathering at the local BJ's. The pizza was great. The Big "A" is a very nice park and there was a good crowd on hand for a beautiful summer evening.
Park Number 27 (of 30), Angel Stadium

Baltimore 11, Anaheim 3
WP: D. Cabrera (9-5)   LP: A. Sele (7-1)

Oak 5, Det 4 -- woo hoo!

Aug. 11, Oakland - Bob
Walnut Creek, CA

We made it home at about 4 AM -- just about 6 hours from Anaheim; not bad time. We stopped for an ice cream or two on the way -- dad has developed a SERIOUS sweet tooth.

We have a running bet on who’s going to greet us first as we come through the door. I thought it would be our dog, Emma. Dad thought it would be mom.

We opened the door and it is...mom by a hair -- nice watch-doggin’, Emma. The poor little mop actually fell off the bed and thumped against the wall. Grace was never her strong suit.

The reunion with mom was bittersweet. She’s very happy and yet obviously in pain. Listening to her cry as she held my dad broke my heart. I knew this had been hard on her. I knew it was hard on my dad in some ways, too.

I began to question if this whole thing was really worth it.

Of course it was, a side of me argued. This was a dream come true for Dad and me and mom signed off on it.

But at what cost?

That’s something I don’t think I’ll ever know. It simply is what it is. We made a decision to do this, each of us. It was heavily discussed and agreed upon, despite the risks. The timing simply was what it was and now is what it is. Now -- right now -- is all we have.

A friend once told me, “you may not get everything you pay for, but you’ll pay for everything you’ll get.”
August 10, 2004 - Dad
Walnut Creek, CA

The drive from Los Angeles to Walnut Creek is a very familiar one and despite being tired from a long day, it goes very quickly. We arrive home at __am and are greeted by our dog, Emma and down the hall, Paulette. It is good to be home but difficult to face the fact that Paulette continues to struggle with depression. I know from past experience that it dose not affect her if I'm there or not. Depression is a very isolating condition.
 

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #100

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Aug. 9, 2004 - Bob
Los Angeles, CA

We struck out with the beach camping -- try as we may, the sites were jam-packed. I should have known better. I was remembering a year ago when I camped in late September -- quite a bit of difference in terms of availability in late Sept. vs. early August. One of those “details”. Sigh...

I did jump in the water for a bit. That was magical. Body Boarding to me is something that touches and refreshes my soul. I feel a deep connection with the ocean. When I lived in L.A. previously, there were times when I would get to the beach at sunrise ride for an hour, do my work, then return at sunset for the last few rays of sunlight, just to be in the water for the day’s changing of the guard.

Very magical.

We ended up crashing at my friends, DJ and Shalee’s place in Playa Del Rey. I’ve known them since their undergraduate days at Loyola Marymount University and look at them now: married, hard working professionals and home owners, to boot. They were very sweet to have us last minute as they did -- hard working, extremely thoughtful duo, those two.

Aug. 10, 2004 - Bob
Anaheim, CA

Our pre game party was at BJ’s Brewery in Brea (boo-yah). It was AWESOME. They set us up with salad, pasta, pizza and beer, all for gratis. A few employees on their off time decided to join us. What a great group of people. I wish we could have generated more of a crowd as BJ’s was happy to provide us with as much food and drink as we needed.

Angel Stadium is...kind of a mix between Comerica and Busch. It has some of the pressed upon elements of it’s old Disney ownership, yet, there’s still some things about it that work and are very fan friendly. There’s a section where fans can run the distance from home plate to first and check their time against David Eckstein’s. We saw one young man take it to within a few tenths of a seconds of Eckstein’s time -- not bad. I wasn’t about to flip flop my way along there.

We’re serious scoreboard watchers tonight. While the O’s have brought out their whippin’ sticks on the Angels (way to go, Birds!) the A’s are in a tight one with Detroit. Though the Rangers are in the race, too, I have the most concern about the Angels for the AL West crown. The wild card -- don’t even want to think about it. Besides, Boston is shaping up too well -- they will be a force I hope the A’s don’t have to reckon with in the post season. Much rather take on the pinstripes. For whatever reason, the Sox have just taken apart the A’s all year long (hangover from last year’s playoff? Nah...).

After the game, there was a tired smile on both Dad’s and my face. We’re literally headed home to the Bay Area. There’s anticipation and happiness as well as some fear because we don’t know what we’re getting into with mom and her depression.

I hope she’s well. I know it will be good for us to be there with her -- for all of us.
 

Friday, November 25, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #99

San Diego, CA
Last night, after several hours and almost $200 in, I hit a royal flush on a video poker machine and won $1,000! I put a few dollars back into the machine and decided to call it a night. 
We’re up and on our way to San Diego. We are meeting a group at B.J’s pub, including a local Parkinsonian.
August 8th, 2004 - Dad
San Diego, CA
San Diego was special primarily because of Chuck and Audrey Miller. Their fund raising efforts made the trip possible. They graciously opened their house to us and made us feel very welcome.
Petco field was okay. Nothing at all wrong with it but it seemed to lack character. It fits in with the Southern California/beach feeling. I guess I think of Baseball in terms of northern surroundings. Tell that to the boys in the Dominican Republic.
Park Number 25 (of 30), Petco Field
Pittsburgh 3, San Diego 1
WP: K. Wells (5-6)   LP: D. Wells (6-7)
Minnesota 4, Oakland 3
Aug. 9, 2004 - Dad
Los Angeles, CA
The Dodgers were responsive to us. They gave us 25 tickets. We had a good turnout for our pre game BBQ. There was the usual late arriving on our part. There was also a very large crowd, 58,000 + and a beautiful sunny day to enjoy. 
Aug. 9, 2004 - Bob
Los Angeles
Today Dad and I go to Costco, see my Cousin Theresa and then get a workout in, methinks -- that would be really good, gust before getting off to the beach. Nothing too crazy, just enough to pump the blood a bit. 
Malibu camping -- so looking forward to it. Now is good. 
Park Number 26 (of 30), Dodger Stadium
Philadelphia 4, Los Angeles 1
WP: B. Myers (7-8)   LP: B. Penny (9-9)

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Aug. 6, 2004


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August 6, 2004 - Dad
Las Vegas, NV
Dad with then Colorado Rockies Manager, Clint Hurdle
at a game at Coors Field, Aug. 5, 2004.
We are off to an early start for a full day of driving. It is a very picturesque trip that goes by very quickly. What a difference a good night’s sleep and day light driving makes. 
We arrive in Las Vegas late in the afternoon. Annamaria has prepared a welcoming dinner for us. After dinner we go out to see a few sights. Bob drops me off at a casino to do some gambling.  

Coors Field from above.


August 7, 2004 - Bob
Las Vegas, NV
What a trip being back here in Sin City. Seven weeks to the day from when we started. It was a LOOOONG trip from Denver, but the familiarity of the west, with the staggering heights of the Rocky Mountains, the scent of the thick green pine trees and the long, open-planed stretches of desert that I at one point in my life found quite distasteful, made for good travel partners.

Vegas looks and sounds the same as when I left it -- ah, there's a police siren just now.  
Being here, I feel relaxed. I have no doubt at this point we’re going to be able to finish the trip financially. That burden being lifted is like a two-ton gorilla gone buh-bye. The rapidly growing gorilla, however, is the one that represents my mom’s health and her refusal to pick up the phone. The fact that she’s not answering and not calling back means, very simply, that she’s in a depression. We know that much. Is she in danger? Experience says no. She has food. She has a safe home. She has friends checking in on her. If my dad was there, not much would change.
That’s the intellectual truth. 
Arriving home to Annamaria in Las Vegas.
The emotional truth has my dad wondering if there’s not something more he could be doing. My mom has been going through this for about 10 years. The length of her depressions has been increasing. She is getting treatment, and yet, the problem doesn’t seem to be getting better. It’s such a strange illness. My mom is about as outgoing and social of a woman as you could ever imagine. To label her “depressed” just doesn’t seem to fit. 
But it does. 
Depression is also a common condition for Parkinsonians. That’s one of the big concerns about mom’s health is that dad could “slide down” with her if he’s not careful. I’m very concerned about that -- at the same time doing my best to respect they’re adults (my parents for Pete’s sake) and have the right to make their own choices, even if I see something I think would be a better choice for them.
Is this what parenting is like?
Dad after a night on the town in Las Vegas.
He hit a royal flush as he's apt to do.
To the end of letting my dad be, I’ve honored his request to have some alone time in the casinos. He has a favorite not far from our apartment where he’s had some luck before (dad really is pretty lucky in the gambling department -- save for the one time he was $50 up at a blackjack table and got kicked out for counting cards). The gaming is, I think, so much mental calisthenics for my dad. It’s a release and he’s not (again, to my knowledge) betting crazy amounts. He has fun and forgets about life for a while. God love him. 
For me, my jackpot is being with my Bella again. She had the traditional “Welcome Home” sign up over the door when we arrived and a beautiful lasagna in the oven. What more could you ask for? I’m very glad she's coming to San Diego and Los Angeles with us this weekend as well.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #97

Colorado Rockies Rockies Manager approaches us. He's a big man with an even bigger smile. He puts out his hand to shake with Dan.

CH: 
Clint Hurdle.
My dad takes his hand.
DC:
Dan Cochrane.
CH:
Dan, how are you?
DC:
Pretty good, thank you.
CH:
What stop are we on your list?
RC:
This is number 24.
CH:
Robert, you’re in charge?
RC:
Yeah. We just decided, with dad having Parkinson’s, we had to do this trip now because we could.
CH:
That’s great. I have a daughter with special needs. I know how challenging times can be but also how much opportunity comes with those challenges.
DC:
There you go.
RC:
You get that sense of urgency, right?
CH:
Sure. Like you’ve never had before. When you have something at stake...(He nods in acknowledgment, then looks at my dad’s Boston Red Sox hat) I think the world of what you’re doing, but I don’t know what we can do about that hat. (He puts his arm around my dad’s shoulder). I got these Cubs fans screaming at us and you’re wearing a Red Sox hat. (My dad turns the hat around). 
DC:
Is this better?
CH:
Yeah. I like that better. Look I wish you nothing but safe travels. God bless you both. Thanks for your testimony. Is there anything else we can do for you while you’re here?
DC: 
No. Everyone has been wonderful to us. Thank you.
RC:
Thank you.
Park Number 24 (of 30), Coors Field
Chicago Cubs 5, Colorado 1
 WP: M. Prior (3-2)   LP: J. Jennings (10-9) 
NY Yanks 5, Oakland 1

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #98


We arrive at Bob Bronson’s, a dear friend from high school at about 7:00 am. We go to straight to bed and sleep for a few hours, then get up and go to an afternoon game at Coors Field. 

We are given a wonderful tour of Coors Field. There is a film crew and a reporter from a local TV station. At the end of the tour, we are introduced to the manager of the Rockies, Clint Hurdle. 

After the game, we decide to stop at a local bar for a beer to wait for the traffic to clear. Then we go back to Bob’s house for a wonderful dinner with he and Ann. We make it an early evening because we have a long drive to Las Vegas the next day – 750 miles.

Aug. 5, 2004 - Bob
Denver, CO

Coors Field -- Another of the good newbies (put PNC, Citizens Bank and Minute Maid on top of that list, too). The brick walls don’t feel cliché here. It works.

It is more family than baseball oriented, which is not my personal first choice, but I do understand why they do it. In fairness, my bias has something to do with my home stadium (and the seating within that stadium), the Oakland Coliseum. I spent many a summer in the left-center field bleachers (when they still had them in the 80’s) and that set my idea for what a baseball game should feel like. I remember actually feeling very out of sorts when my dad got my friend Jonny O and I tickets in the first row along the first base line.

Back to Coors: It’s very comfortable -- the view from where we were (up on the third base side -- choice seats) was excellent. They have a great food section for kids (and adults are welcome to dine there too) where the regular ballpark fare is actually quite a bit cheaper than the “regular” stuff.

And, as the people are the motor, not enough good things can be said for the incredibly kind way we were treated here -- like we were family. At one point, down on the field (and it’s really wrong to say that so ho-hum, “down on the field” because each on field experience is magical and truly a gift), we got to meet Rockies manager, Clint Hurdle. He was extremely warm and very sensitive to our mission of spreading awareness about Parkinson as he has a daughter, as he described it, with “special needs”.

He put his arm around my dad and was giving him a hard time about wearing a Boston Red Sox hat. My dad’s smile was like he was in the bear hug/noogie of an older brother. That smile alone, and knowing I somehow played a part in getting us to this place, was worth all the fears and doubts I’ve gone through on this trip.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #97

100% proceeds go to the Michael J Fox Foundation. 

INTERVIEW: Bob Kendrick


Bob Kendrick, Negro League Museum Baseball, Director of Marketing

I asked Bob about what was the importance of the museum. He focussed on a few things very quickly: educating the public and archiving the actual voices of the players from that era.

BK:
It’s important to archive the way we have because you can hear from these players in their own words. And that’s the best learning experience that we can give a child. I can take them through the museum all day long and tell them about the history, but these guys lived it.

We’re trying to keep this history alive, when a child comes to visit this museum, instead of just getting a biographical look at these athletes, they’ll now get

DC:
Have you talked to many people that actually saw Satchell Paige play?

BK:
Yeah, and that’s going to be the next phase of this project -- to get the crowd’s perspective, the fan’s perspective and what it was like for them. To a person, you hear people come in and say the league has brought great joy. It was, obviously a shameful period in American history -- segregation was an ugly piece of American history -- but the Negro Leagues kind of emerged from that and in many respects helped a lot of folks forget about what was happening in our society at that time. Baseball brought joy to a lot of people’s lives at that time and they just light up when they come in here. Because they do remember being at those games. They remember what they wore to the game; they remember seeing those great athletes perform at those games and Satchell was probably the player that -- I think everybody in America has probably seen Satchell Paige -- or at least they profess to have seen him.

Satchell lived such a life and the lore and legend that surrounds him is probably as great as any athlete in American sports history. A guy who played until, only God knows how old he was...you know they say he was 42 when he joined Cleveland in 1948. He was probably closer to 52 than 42. He never told his real age. Satchell was fond of saying “age (is) simply a matter of mind over matter -- if you don’t mind, it don’t matter.” And truthfully that’s how he led his life. Satchell was believed to have been 59 years old when Charlie Finley brings him back here to pitch for the Kansas City A’s before they move back to Oakland. and he pitches three shutout innings against the Boston Red Sox. He gave up one hit in three innings. It’s just amazing.

But there were so many guys who played in relative obscurity except for the isolated group of fans who saw them, but nobody ever really talked about seeing them. They were filling up the ball parks, it just happened to be all black fans in many occasions although when they went down south you had just as many white fans in the ball park as you did black fans. And believe it or not, we sat together during that era of segregation where doing anything socially together was virtually unheard of, Negro Leagues Baseball brought both races together. And we sat side by side watching the best baseball in the country being played -- certainly the most exciting baseball being played in this country.

DC:
I didn’t realize that. I thought they were still segregated ---

BK:
Not at the Negro League games. We sat together. And that’s the irony of it: here’s a story that is born out of segregation that becomes the driving force for social change in this country. It was the Negro Leagues that gave America one of it’s greatest heroes in Jackie Robinson. Jackie Robinson’s career began right here in Kansas City with the great Kansas City Monarchs in 1945. (This is) where he played his real rookie season. Where he really crafted his trade as a member of the Monarchs. (He would) go on to break baseball’s color barrier, and in our estimation, really that moment in American history changed everything. We believe that Jackie Robinson’s breaking of the color barrier signalled the beginning of the modern day civil rights movement in this country, although it has really never been linked in that capacity. Most folks will recognize it, but they point to those other more notable civil rights occurences. But this is 1947. This is before Brown vs. the Board of Education. This is before Rosa Parks refusal to move to the back of the bus. Martin Luther King Jr. was a sophomore at Morehouse College when Robinson signs his contract at the end of the 1945 season. President Truman doesn’t integrate the military until a year later. So really, for all intents and purposes, Robinson and his breaking of the color barrier changed things almost immediately. While it didn’t have the legislative impact as those other civil rights occurences, it did collectively have Americans standing up and speaking out against social injustice. And then our country started to follow suit. But it was baseball, of all things, that has become the equalizer in terms of helping improve the social advancement of our country.

DC:
I knew it was early, but I didn’t realize until you put it in that order...

BK:
And I think that’s the thing that grabs our visitors when they come to see the museum. I think most of the folks that come here expect to come and meet some great baseball players. At this point in time, people have become more accepting of the fact that there were some guys who could play this game who never got the opportunity to play in the Major Leagues. But by the time they leave here I think they have a newfound appreciation for how great this country really is. Because this story couldn’t happen anywhere else but in America -- both good and bad. The underlying message here is if you dare to dream in this country, you can do and be anything you want to. And there is no more poignant example than Negor League Baseball. Did they understand that they were making history? No. They just wanted to play ball. That’s all they wanted to do. And in the process, they did make history and they helped make this country the great country that she is.

RC:
One of the interesting things in the video I noticed was when they talked about in the opening, with James Earl Jones, and he was mentioning that it ended up being almost a blessing at first that they were rejected by the white ownership because it gave the black folk at that time a chance to own at that time.

BK:
Exactly.

RC:
And they became very profitable. What was the gentleman’s name? Rube...?

BK:
Rube Foster. Andrew Rube Foster who founded the Negro Leagues here in Kansas City in a meeting that took place at the old Paseo YMCA about a block and a half from where the museum operates. He established the league in 1920 and you’re right, it was a sense of pride in the African-American community because this was something that was expressedly ours. It was created in our community and, for the most part, it was for our community although it opened its doors to everyone. It really did. It opened it’s doors to white fans. It opened it’s doors to Latin ball players who had an opportunity to play professionally in this country when they, too, were shunned from the Major Leagues. So it was really an all-inclusive league, but still, it’s roots were anchored firmly in the African-American community. It brought great joy and a sense of pride to a people who had obviousy gone through a great deal of adversity socially in this country. And, so you know, it is very important in the greater fabric of our society.

RC:
It seems like, you mention how American this story is, it seems like a great example of that. Because America is supposed to be, at least in theory, a land that values people. And by valuing people who are cast out by others, and you see it in all the cultures across America, people that are ostracized or cast out, they come here and do wonderful things. And even when they are segregated or pushed back, there is an opportunity underlying that for people who are willing to do their work. It’s gonna be difficult. It may not be fair. It may be all those things, but there’s still an opportunity at least.

We’ve been exploring the theme of baseball in terms of, is it “American” still? Not exclusively American but does it still define America. And I think this story you’re giving us now --

BK:
Oh, no question.

RC:
-- It hits on that so well.

BK
No question. Here were men and women who were as American as anyone in this country who were treated as un-American as anyone in this country. Yet they still had the courage, the passion and the commitment to prove that they could play this game. This was America’s so-called past-time. And they wanted to play this game. And in the process, they really did enrich everyone by doing so. That commitment and that passion and that courage was absolutely tremendous. And we say here all the time that the story of Negro Leagues Baseball is not an African American story, it is an All-American story. Because it is the kind of story we as Americans have typically embraced. Because it is a great story of pride, it is a great story of courage, it is a great story of men and women who flat out refused to accept the notion that they were unfit to play this game. And so you won’t let me play in this league? I’ll create a league of my own. And that league -- that’s the American spirit. That’s the entrepreneurial spirit that has helped separate this country from the other countries of the world. And that’s really what this country was built on. That same spirit, that same fervor, that created a league that really played second to none. This was a league that lasted for 40 years in this country which surprises a lot of folks. From 1920 until 1960 creating economic opportunities in cities all over this country as a result of that. Black businesses were fluorishing as a result of Negro Leagues Baseball. It really is a type of all-encompassing social history alongside all those great athletes that could play this game as well as anyone.

RC:
It’s such a strange thought to think that, “Wow, if this person with a different color skin can play baseball, maybe I can accept him sitting next to me on the bus, too.” But there is that link there.

BK:
Think about this game. Think about this game today without Barry Bonds, without Alex Rodriguez, without Willie Mays, without Hank Aaron, without Ernie Banks, without Ernie Campanella. If you can imagine that game without those great players -- without Roberto Clemente -- those guys, had it been 60 years earlier, would have had to play in the Negro Leagues and America would have missed some of the greatest baseball players to have ever played this game. So you can see where we’re going with this story because America missed Josh Gibson. They got Satchell Paige when he was a very old man. They missed Cool Papa Bell. They missed Buck Leonard. They missed Pop Lloyd, Oscar Charleston -- so it’s very easy once people get a grasp and a better understanding that there were two professional leagues operating in this country simultaneously. One, everybody knows about the Major Leagues, the other, very few folks know about the Negro Leagues. But the athletes were just as good, they just happened to be black.

DC:
Really gives you the other side of the picture.

BK:
It does. We have a great story to tell and we have a story that has messages that will never die. Long after these players are gone, the messages that they helped create through their love of the game of baseball will forever live. And there are things that I believe children should be exposed to. Those values never go away: pride, courage, entrepreneurial spirit, the ability and the willigness to overcome adversity, those messages never die. Those are things that need to reverberate from generation to generation and that’s what we hope will serve as an inspirational tool when folks come here to visit the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum.

DC:
You’re really putting to words the thing we’ve been looking for in terms of the American baseball experience.

RC:
Yeah -- is baseball American? And this really summarizes it.

BK:
Oh, I think so. Absolutely.

RC:
And I think, too, there’s a quote from Willie Mays that I really loved when he talked about this is what we’ve been dreaming for and praying for when Jackie broke the color barrier. It was the disolving of the Negro Leagues -- and it was an integration where together all the people lifted (baseball) even higher. And it gave people hope. People without hope are a desperate and sad people. People with hope, with possibility -- it’s not just for playing baseball, it’s taken a long time, but getting managers and ownership and working toward all these things.You may have heard “a black man can never be a pitcher just like a black man can never be a quarterback because these are thinking positions”, right? Now you start to dissolve those old ideas. And now (fans say) , Wait a minute, now the Japanese are coming in and the Koreans are coming in and when you bring all these cultures together, everybody lifts the game to a higher level. And that black folk didn’t turn their back on America when very well they could have

BK:
Absolutely.

RC:
That really amazes me because of the various contributions that the black culture has brought to the American culture. You talk about music, sports, movies -- all these different things.

BK:
I used to ask Buck (O’Neil) whether or not they played the National Anthem at a Negro Leagues game. Because it seems so odd, that here were a people that were being excluded from our national past time yet they always played the National Anthem, they always felt proud to be American, because we were American. Even though America was, in some instances, turning its back on African-Americans who obviously had a great hand in building this country an essentially built this country, they still held true to that American spirit. Even though we were being treated in such an adverse manner. I just found that to be amazing that it would be that way. I’m still amazed at those athletes that played this game who harbor very little, if any, (anger) about the social injustice that was dealt on them. You know all they see is the opportunities that they had. And that opportunity to play baseball has created opportunities for them. Hollywood, in its efforts to enlighten folks about the Negro Leagues has not done the greatest job because they’ve casted these athletes as being vagabonds, tramps and hobos and that is so far from the truth. A great many, matter of fact a disproportionate number of those guys that played in the Negro Leagues were college educated men. Greater than 40% of the men who played in the Negro Leagues had some level of college education. When you compare that to the Major Leagues of that same era, less than 5% of the Major Leaguers had any sort of college education because the Major Leagues at that time didn’t want you to go to college. They got you out of high school, put you in a farm system and you worked your way up to the big leagues.

So these guys (in the Negro Leagues) were being cast as tramps and hobos were actually more intellectual than their white counterparts. You know, Jackie goes to Brooklyn -- Jackie’s a college graduate from UCLA. He’s probably smarter than every guy on that bench. Yet he’s being treated in this manner. You know, it’s really interesting how things are twisted and turned to kind of fit the way that we want it to be versus the way that it really is.

And so that’s what we’re trying to do with this museum. We’re just trying to open people’s eyes and tell the story in all of it’s splendor and all of it’s glory the way that ishould have been told years ago.

RC:
And you think how threatening that had to be to white America at that time.

BK:
Had to be.

RC:
There’s almost nothing more scary for someone who’s ignorant, than to have someone who’s intelligent come toward them. The only thing they’re left with is their fists and their anger which is pretty much how Jackie seemed to be treated. I remember watching Ken Burns’ documentary about this and Branch Rickey, it was incredible how he sat down with Jackie and said, here’s the deal: you’re going to come on board, you’re going to spend your time in Montreal and when you come to this league, you say nothing for, what was it, three years?

BK:
Three years.

RC:
Three years you say nothing. That turn the other cheek thing where, I can’t even imagine the things that were said to him, on and off the field, the pressures -- and with all of that to continue to play at the level he did, and let his game do the talking. Man that is one of the greatest ideas. That he was courageous enough to do that.

BK:
And Jackie wasn’t the best player in the Negro Leagues. He wasn’t even the best player on his own Monarch team and that is not to disparage Jackie Robinson. Jackie Robinson is one of the greatest athletes in American sports history. But there were other Negro League veterans who were superior baseball players. These were players who would have succeeded had they been given an opportunity but that was a tough task. Jackie was absolutely the right guy. Keep in mind, Jackie Robinson is not playing for Jackie Robinson. He is carrying an entire race of people on his shoulders. Had he failed, who knows how long it would have been before another African American would have been given an opportunity to play in the Major Leagues. It would have been so easy for the naysayers to say, see I told you they couldn’t handle it.

(Branch Rickey) had not only to find the right guy who could handle the adversity, you also had to find a guy who could play. Because if he can’t play, again, it would have been easy to say, I told you they can’t play at this level. Even though they knew -- their white counterparts knew that they could play. They played countless exhibition games against each other and the record books bear out that the Negro Leagues won the majority of those head to head competitions. Their peers knew that they could play. Jackie’s job was doubly difficult. This is a tough enough game to play under normal circumstances. Playing this game and carrying a whole race of people on your shoulders, that’s serious.

That’s why, in my estimation, the story of Jackie Robinson is the greatest story of the 20th century. Because you can divide this country into two pieces: before Jackie, and after Jackie.

RC:
That’s beautifully said. We can’t thank you enough.

BK:
I’m just glad that you guys would make this one of your stops.

RC:
I think it’s very important. Because this trip (going to all the parks) has become more and more romanticized. And maybe people would go to other places like the Field of Dreams or the Louisville Slugger Museum. But you know, I don’ think everyone would think about coming here. And if we can be part of that --

BK:
You gotta come here. You don’t know baseball until you come here to learn this story.

RC:
You gotta here the whole story.

BK:
Right.

RC:
Because we wouldn’t be watching the game we’re watching today, we wouldn’t be living in the society we’re living in today had it not been for (Negro Leagues) baseball and had it not played out the way it did.

BK:
That’s right.

 

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #96


August 3rd, 2004 - Dad
Kansas City, MO
We are on the road to St. Louis, about a four hour drive, when we realize that Bob left his cell phone back in Vedersburg about twenty minutes back. We make a quick trip to find Tom and Suzy waiting in the driveway with the phone. 

We have no problem in reaching St. Louis for the 7 p.m. game. It is a very hot and humid day in St. Louis.  It feels like the hottest day we have experienced. The first thing we notice about the St. Louis fans is that most of them wear red.  Inside the stadium it is like a sea of red. 

The game goes into extra innings and we decide that, because we have to drive through the night to Kansas City, we should leave the game before it ends (the first time this has happened on this trip).  There will be a tailgate party in Kansas City put on by a local Parkinson group. 

We drive through a very heavy rainstorm that is regularly interrupted by thunder and lightening.  We arrive at our hotel at about 3 a.m.

Park Number 22 (of 30), Busch Stadium

Montreal 10, St. Louis 6
WP: C. Cordero (3-1)   LP: D. Haren (0-2)

Oak 13, NY Yankees 4

August 4th - Dad
On the road to Denver, CO
The local Parkinson group arranged for two hotel rooms for us in a hotel that overlooks Kaufman Field. By the time we awoke, the storm had passed. 

We went out to find a Whole Foods Market and finally did after driving by it twice. It was no bigger than a 7-11 store and in a very old building. 

After eating breakfast, we went looking for the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum. We found a very attractive building that combined both Baseball and Jazz Museums. We met Bob Kendrick, director of Marketing for the Negro League Museum. He gave us a very inspiring view of the  history of baseball through the influence of the Negro League.  

Next we were off to a tailgate party at Kaufman Field. There is a very good turn out for a local Parkinson group and it is a good opportunity to spend time with a number of Parkinsonians. Before we know it is time for the game.

Kaufmann Field is now one of the older parks. It is very well maintained and very attractive. We are limited in our ability to enjoy the game by the knowledge that we have to drive through the night to Denver, a distance of 600 miles.

Aug. 4, 2004 - Bob
Kaufmann Field is beautiful, a classic -- not like the “originals” (say Fenway and Wrigley), but one of those that came around in the 60’s/70’s and was done well. The fountains work here (they don’t look as put-upon as the ones in Anaheim, for instance). The feel is definitely midwest and friendly. The open outfield with the huge Royals logo is (fittingly) majestic.

Park Number 23 (of 30), Kaufmann Stadium

Kansas City 11, Chi Sox 0
WP: B. Anderson (2-9)   LP: S. Schoeneweis (6-9)

NY Yankees 8, Oakland 6

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #95

100% proceeds go to the Michael J Fox Foundation. 

 August 1, 2004 - Dad
Milwaukee, WI

Bob and I are up and on our way to Milwaukee and Miller Field.   We have a very good tailgate party and an interview with a local TV station.  The game was very interesting between the Brewers and Pittsburgh.  The Brewers win on a suicide squeeze play.

After the game, most of our group returns to the parking lot to drink sodas and beer while the traffic clears. 
Park Number 21 (of 30), Jacobs Field

Milwaukee 8, Pittsburgh 7
WP: L. Vizcaino (4-2)   LP: B. Meadows (2-3)

August 2, 2004 (Late Night) - Bob
Milwaukee, WI

After feeling numb for much of the trip (with my nose literally to the grindstone), I am starting to breathe a little easier (save for the damned money worries...). I wish there was an easy way to quell them, but hard costs demand hard cash. We’re definitely within range of the end of the trip -- less than three weeks. At the same time, I think I have about one week’s worth of funds right now...
August 2, 2004 - Dad
Vedersburg, IN

Bob and I are up early and go for a long walk in downtown Milwaukee. We walk for at least an hour. 

After that, we’re on our way to Vedersburg, Indiana to visit Don Auter’s family. Don is a long time very dear friend from the state of Washington. We are staying with Don’s sister, Suzy and her husband, Tom. They are very warm and generous people.

I take advantage of the opportunity to take a nap and when I wake, it is dinner time and many of Don’s brothers, sisters and spouses have arrived.  We enjoy a very pleasant dinner and evening with them. Don is the only sibling that does  not live in the Vedersburg area. I feel like these people have opened themselves up to us and made us feel very welcome. At the end of the evening they give Bob an envelope with a cash donation they have collected.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #94


Happy August. My stomach’s troubling me a bit this morning. Too much spicy food -- I know better but I do so much enjoy it.

Fun Sign on the way to Milwaukee: “The Mars Cheese Castle” on the 94.

I feel sick, frankly. Heart sick and soul sick. I’m thinking about Bella and hoping she’s well. In the meantime, I’m just not feeling well. I’m worried about money. We’ve come this far and -- I have to believe we’re going to make it. I don’t let dad in on this because I don’t want him to worry. This trip is a gift to him and I want to keep it as such.

It is what it is. I have choices to make and I’m making them. Life continues to turn in the fashion that it does -- back upon itself. Work and be -- know that where you are is a natural extension of the choices made. The choices made...the choices made...

On the road to Milwaukee

As we’re driving to Milwaukee, my dad got hungry. We didn’t have time to pull over, so I offered to spoon feed him some fruit as he was driving. As I was doing so, it sparked a memory for him:

DC:
I was in the hospital when mom was dying --

RC:
Your mom - Grandma.

DC:
Right. The last thing she said to me before she died, as I was feeding her applesauce. “Imagine this. I started off feeding you and here you are feeding me.” That was the last thing she said.

RC:
And how did that make you feel?

DC:
It made me feel like she was going to be dying pretty soon. She was in and out of a coma. All her vital signs were failing. It was nice to have the recognition from her. It hadn’t been there for a couple of days before that. So that’s what I saw in her eyes was the recognition. And that was nice.

I thought about that for a moment and felt a bit uncomfortable with the parallel, me feeding my dad.

RC:
But as you said when we were getting interviewed at the Jake, you’re not planning on dying any time soon.

DC:
No.

RC:
That’s good. Especially since you’re driving right now.

DC:
I’m not planning on doing a Thelma and Louise.

RC:
And to clarify, when I talk about our sense of urgency for this trip, I’m not planning on you going along any time soon, either. But I think there is just a large X-Factor that has entered the equation and that is the Parkinson’s. The ability to do this trip with maximum enjoyment has you as mobile as possible so we can do this as freely as possible. At this point, you’re getting around just fine. Maybe a little bit slower but nothing that has impeded our trip. And that’s all I mean by taking this trip while we have the opportunity to. To do this on the level we want to. It’s like the story I like to tell about the people I met on the cruise ship when I was working there as 24 year old. They’d be in their 60’s or later and, yes, they got to be there, but they weren’t able to enjoy it the way they would have at 24. Age seems kind of like an earthquake magnitude. Every tenth of a number isn’t just one degree stronger, it’s something like 30 times the magnitude with each increment -- seems the same with each year in a life, especially later in life.

DC:
That’s a fact.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #93

So I was just thinking, because we’re finishing up with the conference today...I came in feeling pretty angry with some things, disappointed in the way some things had gone. I was wrapped up in all my troubles -- should put that in quotes, “troubles”. I was feeling, not sorry for myself, but just kind of angry about my expectations not being met and whatnot. And then I come in and I meet these people and...man. Any problems I thought I had are gone. I’d be the most selfish ass hole in the world to hold on to anything I thought was significant when I see these people that have a disease that they are aware of to different levels and yet they’re smiling, they’re laughing, they’re having fun. They’re doing everything they can to embrace life. And I have to constantly remind myself when I get into ideas in my head that say “Things have to be perfect the way I want them” or whatever, that, you know what? Life isn’t perfect. It is what it is. It happens when it happens how it happens and the best I can hope for is to have subtle influence. Control is an absolute illusion and when I get caught up in trying to control something, I end up looking like an idiot. I am so thankful and so honored for this experience that I get these beautiful angels with reminders of the possibilities in life. Of what it is to be hapy. Because I believe that the core of life is happiness. It’s a choice to be happy or not. No matter, everybody’s got their stuff they’re dealing with: whether it’s a disease, financial problems, family problems, regardless of what anyone is going through, they always have a choice as to how they’re going to deal with it. And I have to put myself in that place of humility, be thankful and count my blessings -- not to sound too cliche’, but just say...I am blessed and I am thankful for everything because it all has a reason. 

July 30th, 2004 - BOB
Chicago, IL
I'm not sure exactly where it happened, but I feel as if we really turned a corner. And the way the last 11 ball parks are lining up, that seems to be a supported belief by the universe.
Minnesota was definitely a low point for me. I felt like I wasn't being listened to by the organization and that this project which I (and so many others) have worked so hard on was still being treated (by the Twins organization, on this day, anyway) like an offer "they get so many others of". 
The truth is this project is unique -- beautifully so. The proof will be in the documentary and I will let it lie there. 
What I've started to notice, as I was looking at the schedule, is that light at the end of the tunnel feeling. Suddenly, there's not that far to go. Don't get me wrong -- we have some serious challenges yet in front of us. We're getting better at what we do, however (just in time for the end of the trip) and people are buying into what we're doing more and more. 
The web site is almost perfectly up to date (amazing) and it reflects the number of awesome events we have coming up. 
Suffice to say, though we're not out of the woods, I am breathing easier and happier. Many thanks to you all for your love and support.   
Park Number 20 (of 30), Wrigley Field
Chicago Cubs 10, Philadelphia 7
 WP: J. Leicester (3-0)   LP: R. Cormier (4-5)
Tex 7, Oak 5