Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Let Them Play, Straight Or Gay.

Tradition is vitally important to everyone. Regardless of where your spiritual beliefs lie, you undoubtedly hold some activities or customs sacred. Plenty of cultures are set in their ways, with most adherents raised to perpetuate those conventions forever. It's difficult to think of another institution, though, that holds on so dearly to its past, or views it with such reverence, as Major League Baseball. No other sport has been so resistant to change, be it technological (instant replay, social media presence, etc.) or cultural (diversification has long been a prominent issue). While holding fast to outdated concepts can be reassuring or comfortable, change is as crucial to growth as tradition.

Therein lies baseball's biggest problem: their complete and utter aversion to change. Both the NFL and NBA have embraced the cocky swagger of their biggest stars; in fact, they've shrewdly marketed those athletes to great effect. Whether or not you like them, it's impossible to be a sports fan and remain unaware of every move LeBron James, Tom Brady and Peyton Manning make. They are eminently in the face of every sports fan on earth, something that can't be said about any baseball player outside of Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez (for completely different reasons). You can throw Mike Trout, Andrew McCutchen and Clayton Kershaw in that category, but even those three aren't instantly recognizable to everyone. Although the sport is more profitable than ever before, it still struggles to keep pace with those other leagues in terms of popularity. It seems silly to even have this discussion, because the solution is so glaringly obvious: give baseball some attitude. Becoming more "urban", to turn a phrase, is not a bad thing. Racial and ethnic diversity has only strengthened the appeal of basketball and football, and turned them into athletic monoliths. Baseball players want the freedom to express themselves to the same extent. There's no harm in letting them do so.

Understandably, the same sport that blackballed Jim Bouton hasn't come very far in the intervening decades since Ball Four pulled back the curtain for baseball fans. The culture surrounding the game is still mired in relative secrecy, players forced to tone down their personality for the sake of playing the game "the right way". This is seemingly nothing more than pandering to older fans, those who still remember the supposed good old days when ballplayers were viewed as demigods, instead of the sleazy, sexist jerks they are in actuality. I'm not saying players today are completely unscrupulous (as their past counterparts truly were), because many of them are clean-cut, respectable men. Still, even current players try to curb the enthusiasm of their peers: how many times has Carlos Gomez been beaned for supposedly admiring a long home run?


Beyond allowing players to express themselves with on-field celebrations, an even more sensitive scenario has arisen. Billy Bean (the former player and openly gay man, not the current Athletics GM/human trafficker) was hired by Major League Baseball last July as an "ambassador for inclusion", in the hopes of making the sport more friendly and appealing to LGBTQ people. To his credit, one of his first acts was going around to all 30 clubhouses during Spring Training, speaking on the merits of acceptance and compassion to 750 men who seemingly know nothing about either. For all the good Bean has done and continues to do, players like Torii Hunter (a staunchly religious player who has expressed his homophobia on multiple occasions) and Daniel Murphy (who explicitly said he "disagree[s] with the lifestyle" after Bean spoke to his Mets comrades) appear to have missed the point, undercutting his hard work. Keep in mind, this is the sport that didn't allow African Americans to play with white athletes for 70-something years. Members of the LGBTQ community, it stands to reason, face an even steeper uphill battle. Who will be the gender-fluid Jackie Robinson? Will there ever be a gay Larry Doby? Which person will be the first to break through, and as importantly, which executive for which team will be the one to take the plunge? Branch Rickey is almost as celebrated as the man who took a chance on Robinson, and their story of triumph against racial prejudice is well-known. But in this era, when sexual assault and harassment has turned into a monstrously prevalent issue, baseball seems to be dragging its feet. Admittedly, it's the NFL that has been rocked by abuse scandals more recently, but that only gives MLB every reason to jump out in front and show the world that it's the socially progressive association it's been making itself out to be for years.

That brings up another point: the cognitive dissonance on display in baseball is almost laughable. The higher-ups tout their game as the sport of inclusion, while simultaneously doing everything they can to dispel that notion. Unless I've missed something, and inclusion now means "accepting of everybody as long as they're male, Christian and straight". As little as they've done to make the product on the field more diverse, even less has happened in front offices. Ignoring the fact that only two managers (Lloyd McClendon and Fredi Gonzalez of the Mariners and Braves, respectively) are not white males, most teams have few to no minority or female executives, and even MLB's central office has seen a precipitous drop recently in the same areas. For baseball to truly be inclusive, they need to include everybody. Again, this seems simple enough to an ignorant blogger, so it would stand to reason that people far smarter than me feel the same way. That only makes the relative lack of diversity more confounding.

In all fairness, The Institute of Diversity and Ethics in Sport (TIDES) points out that baseball does a fairly good job of hiring women and minorities. Even considering that, though, the sport's employment figures for those groups fall well short of the number of white males. If baseball is truly going to be the sport that most supports racial and gender equality, they've still got a ways to go. People like Bean have voices that need to be heard, and it's high time we as sports fans listen.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Thoughts On Baseball's Greatest Villain, or Another Hastily Written A-Rod Think Piece.

He's as polarizing a ballplayer as Pete Rose, Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens, firmly entrenched in the upper echelon of baseball's most horrendous offenders while somehow maintaining a vocal (if not numerically strong) support base. He's vain to a fault, seemingly unconcerned with the increasingly negative way he's viewed in the public eye. He's a cheater, using banned substances well after they were outlawed. He's a sideshow, always bringing a maelstrom of articles and blog posts (like the one you're reading now) with every move he makes. We have a certain expectation by now, and he never fails to meet it, rueful though he/we may be about it. In spite of all of this, he's one of the greatest players in the game's history by the numbers, though certainly not by reputation. You can't predict baseball, but you can predict Alex Rodriguez.

I can't tell if he's looking at a fly ball or the uphill PR battle he knows he can't win.
You've heard this story before. You've heard it more times than you can even remember, and you've damn sure heard it more times than you ever wanted. Sadly, the debate raging over Rodriguez's place among the all-time greats is one that promises to continue to burn. With his pinch-hit homer last night against the Red Sox, he finally tied Willie Mays for 4th place all-time on the home run list at 660. This should have been cause for wild celebrations across the baseball world. There should have been a sudden boom of babies named A-Rod. Men were supposed to cheer until hoarse, women were supposed to cry until dehydrated, and children were supposed to be in rapt awe of their hero, their champion, their favorite baseball player. So where is the fawning, the adoration, the sheer excitement? Where are the gushing tributes on ESPN and MLB/YES Networks? Do I really have to tell you why this isn't the seminal occasion it would be had he done all of this legitimately, the proverbial "right way"?

No, the most intriguing part of A-Rod's ascent is whether or not the Yankees will pay out the $6 million he's due as per that ridiculous contract. They'll claim he violated the terms of the deal by way of his steroid usage, and that argument may carry more weight in front of an arbitration panel than you may think. Yes, the team is contractually obligated. Sure, they knew what they were getting themselves into when they offered that massively misguided pact to a player coming off another MVP-winning season back in 2007. Of course, nobody could have foretold Rodriguez's rapid fall from grace (unless, you know, you realized that giving a 32 year old athlete a 10-year deal would MAYBE not play out so well in its entirety). But does cheating your way to the top justify the benefits that come with such a position? As we know quite well by this point, most people would say it does not.

This could have been another reverential moment in the history of a franchise chock full of them, but it will now serve as an embarrassing display of excess, the world's richest sports team and the world's richest baseball player arguing over what amounts to a rounding error for both. It will stand as the moment that the problems caused by the Steroid Era finally came to a head, with baseball's last prominent juicer trying to clear his name and make his money while everything burns around him. It seems like there's no upper limit to Rodriguez's ability to infuriate everyone who knows his crimes, his self-serving ways perpetuating themselves to no end. While he's assumed the humble, team-player persona in 2015, that doesn't erase the grandiose arrogance and flagrant disregarding of the game's written and unwritten rules he demonstrated in the 15 years (and possibly longer) prior to now. This is a tremendous historical event, and nobody cares purely because of who's involved.

Even though the person involved is apparently some kind of telekinetic wizard? That has to count for something...
It's easy to say that Rodriguez should be ashamed of himself, that he shouldn't accept the money even if the Steinbrenners simultaneously slip into senility and offer it up willingly. In all fairness, there are some who wonder if he truly deserves to keep playing the bad guy, a role he seemed ill-suited for even 5 years ago. "How long can this unrelenting flagellation go on?", you may ask. Well, Rose is still waiting for his reinstatement, 26 years after being banned. Shoeless Joe Jackson, who by all accounts didn't earnestly participate in the Black Sox Scandal in 1919, still remains outside of baseball's good standing nearly a century later. We as baseball fans may forgive to an extent, but we don't forget. Bonds and Clemens won't make it into the Hall of Fame in their lifetimes, if at all, and we really only have speculation and visual "proof" that they took steroids. We have an admission AND several failed tests for A-Rod. His money is in the bank, his numbers eternally carved into the all-time lists. But make no mistake, Alex Rodriguez will never escape the denigration of public opinion. As he continues to inch up those lists (just 54 more until he ties Babe Ruth!), it will only intensify, the jeering of those who once clamored for his mammoth blasts rising towards a crescendo that will be sustained for decades. And he has nobody to blame but the doe-eyed monster staring back at him in the mirror.

So give him the money. Give him what he's owed, because he IS due at least that much. Buster Olney of ESPN put it best when he said this, shortly after Rodriguez's suspension for his involvement in the Biogenesis mess was announced in July 2013:

Really, what harm is there in paying the man? What he gains in monetary value, he's lost in fan perception, a blow much more damaging than anything financial. Alex Rodriguez had a chance to be baseball's golden god, the man deserving of the "greatest of all time" title. Now, he's little more than a punchline. A well-compensated punchline, at least.