Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Does Baseball Matter?

The March/April 2010 issue of Legacy had very interesting article on the relationship between baseball and mill/factory work in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The article Baseball: Why it Connects to Our American Story, by Chuck Anring, discusses how baseball was used as a method of bringing a town and team of factory/mill workers together. I had actually read the article before I began my research for the rivalry post, and while I was reading about how people from Brooklyn found the Dodgers to provide a sense of pride, I kept thinking of the similarities to Anring's article. Baseball can provide a way connect people to where they live and perhaps more importantly, to each other. 

The article begins with a description of Big Bill Haywood's trial for the planned assassination of Governor Frank Steunenberg. At that time Haywood was the secretary/treasurer for two miners' rights groups. The trial took place in Boise in 1907 and brought a good deal of attention to the area from media across the west. During this period in Idaho a new Sunday Closing Law meant there would be no forms of entertainment available on Sundays with one exception, baseball. Arning mentions how "every Sunday and on holidays as well, stands throughout the Snake River Valley were packed with spectators watching their town's nine..." Reporters who were covering the Haywood trial noted that on Sundays towns seemed to be "denuded of their male inhabitants." 




During the early part of the 20th century baseball fields could be found in mill towns across the country. Anring notes that the baseball field was as important to the landscape as the church, store and homes. He let's us ask why, then provides this answer "baseball was America." Like the fans of Brooklyn and Manhattan, citizens of each of the towns would gather at the field to cheer on their team. The town of the winning team was viewed as having strong character and good community. 

Anring also asks us to consider what working in a mill, factory or mine might be like. The work was dangerous, dirty and meant long hours in a too hot or too cold and dark environment. The worker was judged by their productivity and speed. Good teamwork was a necessity. Owners of the mills and factories looked to baseball as a method of bringing workers together and showing them how to work well together, meaning more efficiency in the mill or factory. Baseball was also thought to be useful to civilize and Americanize new immigrants. 

Later the article addresses the idea of time in the mill and time on the field. Workers were expected to work hard and fast with little time for rest. "Baseball was different. Each inning consisted of six outs, three per side; however long it took to get those outs was the length of an inning. There was no time limit." This is one of my favorite things about a baseball game. While it is nice for the opposing team to go out 1,2,3, sometimes a 20-inning game is a beautiful thing. The fact that there isn't a time limit leaves open lots of possibilities for the outcome. For the team and the fans it was time to relax and enjoy the sights, sounds, smells and feelings of the baseball field. 




When I finished the article, I was slightly confused about the relevance of the Haywood trial. Throughout the article Anring tries to really show the contrast between working life and the moments of recreational life. Whether it be the juxtaposition of the ball field and the gray starkness of the mill or the timelessness of the game compared to the pace required for work; baseball was the way to escape if only for a little while on a Sunday afternoon. 

I think it was brilliant for the owners to use the game of baseball in the ways they did at this point in our history. It was a very positive way to bring people together around something truly American. This fan is watching a game on this Sunday afternoon, and I imagine a similar scenario is occurring in homes across the country. Clearly baseball matters. 


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Journey Begins

Today I am embarking on a new adventure. I am going to blog about baseball. The idea to start this blog was truly an ah ha moment for me. Like the majority of the American public, I have been feeling disillusioned with everything from my job to my day to day experiences and most especially with the current state of our Country. I needed a new project and having just returned from Opening Day at AT&T Park in SF, this idea caught me like the bay breezes that sometimes carry a home run into McCovey Cove.

I think I should begin by proudly confessing that I am a Giants fan. I was born into a Giants family and spent many days and evenings at Candlestick Park with my extended family when I was a kid. I remember tailgating in the parking lot, our vehicles parked between white parking barriers that demanded to be climbed on. As the game was about to begin we'd enter the stadium and step onto the escalator that would take us to our seat level. I think anyone who has ever been to Candlestick can recall seeing the intense orange of the seats towering over the green field. It was always cold. I spent most of those games climbing on the laps of aunts and uncles and my mom and dad, or running up and down the stairs. Though I wasn't necessarily paying attention to the game, those experiences have stuck with me and are some of my favorite moments to remember. There was always baseball memoriablia in our home and traditions surrounding the important moments in the season. Hot dogs must be eaten while watching the All Star game and no one is allowed to touch the baseball my mom caught at a Giants game.

My favorite movie of all time is the baseball film Field of Dreams, which tells the story of Ray Kinsella, a farmer who destroys his field to build a baseball stadium because he loves the game of baseball. I think this film really speaks to the magic that is baseball and that magic happens in the cornfield-hence the name of this blog. 

"The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and what could be again." - James Earl Jones in Field of Dreams (1989)

I love the idea that baseball is a constant thing and is really part of the American experience. I like to think about kids playing stick ball in the streets of our major cities or families eating hot dogs in the bleachers of any stadium across America. When you think of baseball you think of simpler times and feel good moments. I need that once and awhile.

Throughout high school I would catch a game here and there, but didn't really give much thought to pitchers, batting averages or standings. In 2002 the Giants made it to the World Series and I listened to them lose in the 7th game while working at a local Starbucks Coffee shop. For my 18th birthday I went to a game with my mom where we saw Barry Bonds hit his 660th homerun. Last year I went to my first opening day game and we brought the extended family together to go to a game later in the season that celebrated the 1989 Giants team. We had the special experience of meeting several players from the '89 team in our hotel bar. I got married in October of 2009 and my husband and I watched every World Series game we could while on our honeymoon.

I get the idea of the game. I think I could probably even keep score thanks to my little brother. Baseball has certainly been a constant in my life, but I want to know more about this game that means so much to so many people. I don't really know where this blog will take us, my readers (assuming I ever get any) and I. The cultural anthropologist in me wants to know about the special foods only available at certain stadiums, why hats should be turned inside out during a rally or the reason one must never mention the possibility of a no-hitter while it is in progress. I want to know about teams other than the Giants and historical aspects of the game. I look forward to seeing how this unfolds and I hope that it culminates this season with a celebration of the Giants winning the World Series.


My husband Ryan and I at Opening Day 2010