But I found that quote after finally finding details of a Lowenstein story my dad once told me. It’s a classic.

Steiner’s signature moment in an Orioles uniform took place on June 19, 1980 at Memorial Stadium. Baltimore trailed the A’s 3-2 in the bottom of the seventh inning, but had two on with two outs against Oakland pitcher Rick Langford. Up stepped Lowenstein to pinch-hit, and he pulled a single to right-field to score Mark Corey with the tying run as Al Bumbry raced from first to third. Brother Lo’ tried to take second on the throw home, but A’s first baseman Jeff Newman cut the ball off and gunned it towards second base. The baseball bounced off Lowenstein, allowing Bumbry to score the go-ahead run! It proved to be the game-winner, as the Orioles went on to win 4-3.

But wait, Lowenstein stayed down, and replays indicated that the ball had hit him in the back of the neck. A stretcher came out to carry him off the field, and the concerned crowd of 15,491 murmured among themselves. Then, just before the stretcher descended into the Orioles dugout, Lowenstein sat up abruptly and raised both his fists. The fans went nuts! “I had it planned halfway to the dugout,” Steiner admitted later. “You have to acknowledge the cheers of the fans, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to come back out after the game.” He wasn’t hurt badly, and returned to the lineup exactly one week later with run-scoring singles in his first two at bats.

Yet baseball, drafting players at that same age, puts them in the minor leagues for years, spending enormous sums to train hundreds of young men, most of whom teams know with statistical certainty will never make it to the major leagues.

Are there tons more pro-level baseball players than football players? Is baseball harder to learn, even for someone who has played it for, say, fifteen years?

I don’t think so.

The only explanation that half-satisfies me is that drafting baseball players is much more of a crapshoot. For some reason, a college player who can hit a 90 m.p.h. fastball isn’t certain to hit a 95 m.p.h. fastball as a professional, and the whole system has to compensate for that failure rate; conversely, in football, a college wide-receiver who runs the 40-yard dash in 4.5 seconds will do so as a pro. Therefore baseball teams draft—have to draft—as many players as they (and the minor league system as a whole) can support.

But I say only “half-satisfies” because the crapshoot argument doesn’t explain why more training is needed. Why can’t the country’s best college pitcher as of June start for a major league team the following April when year in and year out, the country’s best college quarterbacks get drafted and command offenses in the NFL the next season.

So what is it about baseball?

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The new Yankee Stadium is getting slammed for its field-level luxury seating, which in this economy is ridiculously overpriced and is thus largely empty:

What I’m wondering is, why hasn’t sports adopted an adjustable pricing system for their seats? There’s the now relatively common model of eBay-style auctioning—that seems like a no-brainer and could be easily implemented for buying those seats online.

But for the Yankees’ situation, and really for any event that’s running a risk of not getting a butt in every seat, what about a physical, in-person auction at the stadium ticket booths?

Here’s what I imagine…

Some of those empty seats at Yankee Stadium cost $2500. On gameday, the Yankees organization knows those seats will stay empty. So outside the stadium before the game, they should set up parallel lines based on how much people would be willing to pay for those seats.

Line 1: $2000
Line 2: $1500
Line 3: $1000
Line 4: $500
Line 5: $100

People then queue up half an hour before the game. Whoever is willing to pay the most—those in Line 1–get first dibs. Anyone who thinks, “Psh, I’ll just lowball the Yankees and stand in Line 5″ runs the risk of losing available seats to people who go ahead and pay more.

This system would also encourage people to pay what they’re really willing to pay—because it’s a line. Changing one’s mind would mean going to the back of another line.

I see this as a fair, progressive way to sell seats that would otherwise remain empty due to overpricing.

Mussina has a career winning percentage of .638. All other pitchers combined, during Mussina’s career, only had a winning percentage of .501.

Considering every single baseball game has a winning pitcher and a losing pitcher, well. Thanks for your insight, Tim.

Though: where does he get that .001?

You’ll recall from another post that Bob “The Great” Gamere broke the ice by coming over to our friends Christmas party, uninvited, with a Bud tall-boy in his hand, nodded to us, and then loudly said, pointing to the ornaments on the Christmas tree, I’VE GOT BIGGER BALLS THAN THOSE.

Kinda sad that this reads like an obit:

Former ‘Candlepins for Cash’ host faces child porn charge
October 23, 2008 03:03 PM

By Globe Staff

Robert Gamere, the veteran sportscaster who once hosted the local TV show “Candlepins for Cash,” has been arrested on charges of transporting and possessing child pornography.

Gamere, 69, of Brookline, is charged in a three-count indictment with transporting child pornography videos on two separate dates last year and with possessing child pornography on his home computer, the US attorney’s office said in a statement.

Federal agents who executed a search warrant at Gamere’s residence also allegedly found printed-out images in a locked drawer in Gamere’s bedroom.

Prosecutors said Gamere had sent multiple people emails with child pornography videos attached.

Documents unsealed in federal court today showed that the case began when an undercover agent received an email with a child pornography video attached. The agent was able to determine that the video file had been sent previously by someone with the screen name “GreatGamere.” That screen name was subsequently traced to Robert Gamere, prosecutors said in a statement.

Gamere is to be arraigned this afternoon in US District Court. If convicted, he faces a minimum sentence of five years and a maximum of 20 years on the transportation counts, and a maximum of 10 years on the possession count.

Gamere, a veteran sportscaster who worked at a number of local TV and radio stations, told the Globe a year ago that he was “semi-retired,” though he had been doing some announcing at Boston University track meets and was until recently calling horse races at the Brockton Fair.

Gamere said he still got stopped on the street by people who appeared on Candlepins, which ran from 1973 to 1980.

• We booked our hotel and a bunch of activities for the honeymoon in Juneau. Had John McCain chosen Sarah Palin before we chose Alaska, honestly we might not have gone. Which would have been a shame. But such is the election season: I could easily imagine this conversation having taken place if the timing was different . . . “What about Alaska for the honeymoon? Actually, nevermind. Not with all the hubbub about Palin.” That said, as relaxing as the honeymoon will be, I’ll still be the one asking people at the next table what they think about their governor.
• MIT gave me a digital SLR, a Canon. Because I didn’t yet have a safe place to keep it in my office, I kept it at home for a while and got a chance to play with it. The quality of its photos are pretty stunning:

  

• Lindsay and I have had to make about half a dozen trips to Paper Source, as we’re designing and printing our own wedding menus, donation announcements (we’re giving money to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society rather than distribute favors to the guests), and the program:
Wedding Program – Upload a Document to Scribd

But one of these trips to Paper Source led to the awesome impulse buy of adhesive, re-placeable 8.5″x11″ pieces of chalkboard. We stuck one on our freezer door:



• I’m falling behind (again) on Identity Theory work. Typically I sit down for a couple hours on a weekend and read through all the fiction submissions and then distribute the better ones to assistant editors for their thoughts. But wedding planning has pretty much spoken for every recent weekend. That and home improvement—receiving wedding gifts has necessarily forced us to throw some old things out, pass along nice things to Lindsay’s sister, or generally reorganize
• MIT work has given me a really good opportunity (among other good opportunities there) to make good use of a ton of tools. Since I shuttle between different offices throughout the day, I use Brightkite so people know where they can find me. My colleagues and the grad students love to network, so that ramps up my use of LinkedIn. Evernote is becoming key to keeping track of links and documents, and now that it syncs with del.icio.us, I’m bailing on del.icio.us. And people have pointed me to some ridiculous design resources: CSS Beauty, Best Web Gallery, Most Inspired, Creattica Daily, PSVibes, Fuel Your Creativity, Tutorial9, Web Designer Wall, PSDTUTS, Online-Photoshop Tutorials, I Love Typography, Fontfeed, and Digital Photography School.
• Lindsay had her bachelorette party last weekend. The various husbands and boyfriends got together to play Rock Band all night while the wives and girlfriends took Lindsay out. It was far and away the worst hangover I’ve ever seen in someone. I shouldn’t have laughed so much.
• The Red Sox are in the playoffs again. And I’m sad to say I barely noticed. That fact is probably the best illustration of how I’ve lost track of time during the wedding planning and job change: I’ve always measured out the year with the rhythms of the baseball season—April through October is the meaty part of life, while November through March is just Christmas and cold—but this year it’s been about countdowns. The countdown to August 25th (my first day at MIT), the countdown to October 4th (the wedding), and of course the countdown to November 4th (the election).
• Speaking of the latter, another reason I’ve missed the baseball season is Countdown. At either 8pm or 10pm each night, we take a break and watch MSNBC, and now that Rachel Maddow has her show at 9pm, that’s two hours Lindsay and I are spending on politics. We may very well stop watching after the election—we’re very aware that Countdown, for us at least, is there for cathartic reasons, to watch Keith Olbermann call people out on lies because we’re so tired of being lied to by people in government. Being lied to isn’t new, and Olbermann very much plays favorites and distorts the truth himself, but the stakes are so much bigger this time of year and the lies come so much more naturally, disturbingly so, and are in some cases so petty, that at the end of the day just before bed we need to watch someone fluent in the language of indignation.

My guess is I won’t post again until after the honeymoon. So if anybody has questions you want me to take to Alaska, let me know. And when I post again, my left hand will be a few ounces heavier.

Friday night we took in a Cape League game, where you bring your own chairs (and dogs) and cheer on college players trying to make a name for themselves…

And a shout-out to Tom, at right, for buying the raffle ticket that won the nine of us the preposterous prize of a sack of clams. A twenty-pound sack of clams…

We also went kayaking, swimming, sunburning, drinking—at one point, all four at once.

Lastly, it’s worth showing some of the decor of the place we rented…

Good days began in friends’ kitchens
With strips of bacon wider than box-scores:
Baltimore picks up half a game
From a little drip of the fat.

Then a matinsal chorus of car doors
Trunk locks and catcher’s gear cued
By potholes. We sang hip hop
Laughing, thinking we knew better.

In the already-broiling lot, then
We torqued into spikes and we stomped
A stoic-faced walk across asphalt
Into gravel, clover, and dirt.

Good days are lovingly Catholic
Pre-Schismatic and full.
Bless them who love the beauty of Thy house
Bless them who in Mercy vs. Victory
Pray the same intercessions:
Batter, swing; look alive; look at me.

As we play the game to its end
Our fathers chase fouls or they lounge
Turning orange in the bleachers
While our mothers pass coolers of fruit.

And so that we may meditate upon Thy righteousness
Good days coast into the night:
The open-air ride up to Baltimore
The horizonal glow of the light-standards
And a promise, whispered, of chili dogs
And the most magnificent souvenirs.

Folks, the day Joe Morgan apologizes is the day Joe Morgan admits he’s wrong. That would require him to actually have a brain that processes binary information and produce an reasonable opinion. Not happening. It’s just not consistent with his history of foibles.

Link: “Joe Morgan Besmirches Ernie Banks, Is Completely Wrong”