The ‘Rona gives you time to think and reminisce

Ernie “Big Ern” Young

Around 1993-1995 I completely lost interest in baseball. Being in my early 20’s my childhood interests waned and became retrograde, as they tend to do, and in my delusional mind my new interests were a bit more sophisticated and engaging. My interests in music and punk rock in general were blossoming into a near obsession as I decided to join a garage band, and I was also delving into the literary and modern art worlds: doing my duty as a young person trying to “figure it all out” with a speculating, cynical and sometimes critical mind.  And as much as I loved to scan the box scores, I just didn’t have time anymore with my band-mates, job, and girlfriend needing my immediate and rapt attention.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald thought that one of his pals had invested too much time writing about baseball. “A boys game,” Fitzgerald said, “with no more possibilities in it than a boy could master, a game bounded by walls which kept out novelty or danger, change or adventure.” I couldn’t stomach Fitzgerald’s stuffy writing and disagreed vehemently with this statement. (I valued Descartes opinions much more, and wasn’t his vocation to think about thinking?…the absolute essence of the game) So after reading a tiny smattering of the classics: Genet, Hemingway, Hesse, Volmann, Didion, Auster, I decided one day through a haze of smoke that baseball was indeed a cerebral sport more suited to a literary rather than pictorial culture and returned to it for the ’96 season. The A’s were still the same pile of dung that I had flushed 3 years earlier, finishing 3rd in the West with a 78-84 record, but the game was interesting to me again, even fun. It was a catharsis that I hadn’t seen before.

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This was to be Mark McGwire’s last full year with the “Elephants” (his trade the next year was devastating and truly the end of my childhood) and he finished with 52 homers. This was also Jason Giambi’s first full year and he finished with a pathetic (for that time) 20 round-trippers. I attribute this to youth and the lack of steroids–a reputation that would turn out to haunt both players. Terry Steinbach was typically solid behind the dish; and a fan favorite with a funny name, Geronimo Berroa was coming into his own. There was also a curious player, Ernie Young, who hit 19 homers that season, never to hit more than 5 in any other season in his career.

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As I enjoyed another season of watching my lovable losers, I had decided that baseball not only doesn’t acknowledge the passage of time, it ignores it. Then began my post-adolescent and lifelong obsession with the game that has taken over my daily existence with mind-boggling statistics and an even stranger anomalistic visual affair. I find that the more I know about this game, the less I know about this game. It keeps unfolding in ways I could never imagine.

12 Comments

Great read! I especially related to your quote on Mark McQuire regarding “his trade the next year was devastating and truly the end of my childhood.” The EXACT same thing happened to me when the Philadelphia Phillies traded Richie (Dick) Allen in 1969 when I was 10 years old. It broke my heart, scarred my soul, and still to this day…51 YEARS later, I never, EVER got over it….and never will.

In a sense, my experience was the opposite of yours. I liked baseball all my life, but didn’t solidly become a fan until the Bonds era ended, and the Giants really became a team again, instead of just supporting cast in the Bonds circus.
It took some time, but it happened that that was a terrific time to get on board the orange and black bus. I’ve sure never regretted it. I really try, since I live in Oakland, to work in some attention for the A’s, but I seem to only have the band width for one team at a time. As a true “fair weather fan”, though, if they make it to the playoffs- if there are ever any playoffs, again- I’ll be there. Good baseball is good baseball.
Please, let it return, soon (but not too soon)!

Growing up in the midwest (Oklahoma) with no immediate allegiance to any professional sports team, I cheered for the Braves and Cubs throughout the 80’s just because of TBS and WGN. I always leaned towards the lovable losers on the northside because of Harry Carey, but when it came to the AL, I will admit I was an Oakland A’s band-wagoner in the late 80’s through the mid 90’s. Mostly it was due to Mark McGwire and Jose Canseco and the thought that my ’85 McGwire rookie card was going to be worth thousands one day! I fell hook, line, and sinker for the marketing ploy of “The Bash Brothers.” Their poster hung on my wall, and in turn I discovered “Hendu” and Carney, Gallego and Steinbach, and I couldn’t get enough of Rickey being Rickey. I loved the starting pitchers and I longed to see Eck closing it down in the 9th. I even hung on to the illusion that Walt Weiss was the next in a long line of great A’s headed for Cooperstown. But alas as you mention how Mark McGwire’s trade was the end of your youth, I was equally horrified (as a Cubs fan) to learn he was going to the hated St. Louis Cardinals. I will admit that I cheered for him personally to hit bombs (particularly in the summer of ’98), but I always wanted the Cards to lose as I still do to this day.

…..Wow, I listed to Steve Sommers like forever….Doris from Rego Park, The Chief, and all those late night crazy callers from NY.
Thanks for bringing back a memory I haven’t thought about in years!
… Sincerely, one of those crazy callers from NY

“I find that the more I know about this game, the less I know about this game.”

While working for the A’s as a consultant I once said to Billy Beane, “The older I get, the less I think I know.” He used that line in an interview a couple of days later with no attribution.

I am the forgotten man of the Moneyball revolution. Perception is reality, even if it isn’t.

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