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Day 22 of 2024 baseball book reviews: Maybe if justice is blind, “Blind Bob” Emslie can justify a new viewpoint

“Lion of the League: Bob Emslie and
the Evolution of the Baseball Umpire”

The author:
Larry R. Geralch

The publishing info:
University of Nebraska Press
432 pages; $39.95
Released May 1, 2024

The links:
The publishers website
at Bookshop.org
at Powells.com
at Vromans.com;
at {pages: a bookstore};
At BarnesAndNoble.com; at Amazon.com

The review in 90 feet or less

Updated May 28, 2024:

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If Angel Hernandez is the only umpire you know by name currently working MLB games, heaven help us. If he is showing some bedeviling trending on social media at any moment, be sure there’s hell to pay.

His most recent career arch has been, from every vantage point, detrimental for the game’s credibility. And it is amplified even more because of those in the sports wagering business fully engaged in the MLB’s revenue stream and demanding more accuracy in all outcomes. As a result, human error is no longer tolerated. Human incompetence and arrogance make it even more cringe-worthy.

Today’s MLB — following the lead of the NFL — has expanded its video replay system to get as many calls “right” as possible. It compromises the game’s ebb and flow, stopping the action as various moments of suspense to make fans and players await an outcome that, right or wrong, at least allows the game to continue. Soon enough, the refinement of robotic umpires, currently testing out in the minor leagues, are in the on-deck circle for MLB usage.

If the future of robo-calls ever come to pass in the MLB, Angel Hernandez will likely be blamed for it.

Since he came into the National League umpire ranks in 1991 and then was part of the merger of the league’s crews in 2000, Hernandez has now got his Wikipedia page that clearly has a red-flag warning: “Hernandez has been involved in several controversial incidents and has been widely criticized by players, coaches, and fans throughout his career.”

The 63-year-old, by the way, has not worked a World Series since 2002, or a championship series since 2005. It caused him to file a federal discrimination lawsuit in 2017 claiming he’s been wronged. The court action failed. Yet, he keeps working. Because he’s such a nice guy and has a strong union behind him? That seems to be the case.

And then, on Memorial Day, 2024, Hernandez up and retired. It came about a day after a story in the New York Times, via the Athletic, asked in the headline: “Does lightning-rod umpire Angel Hernandez deserve his villainous reputation?”

He must have had enough. So, case closed?

MLB didn’t seem to want to hold him accountable to expectations of performing just credible work to maintain the game’s stated rules.

His work on the basepaths was one thing. He’s had plenty of those safe-out calls overturned by replay. Yet some of his balls-and-strike calls behind the plate come out above average. Not always, but when he did blow it, he did it spectacularly.

To be fair, he did a pretty fair job behind the plate during the Dodgers-Mets game on Sunday at Dodger Stadium. A 95 percent overall accuracy and 95 percent overall consistency in a 10-0 game is considered nice and clean:

However, the game before that one looked more like a Rorschach test with an 85 percent called-strike accuracy — 11 of 72 called strikes were actually balls.

And then there’s this chart 2023, said to be the lowest single-game accuracy rate any MLB umpire over the previous five years. Almost one of every three called strikes was actually a ball. In a 2-0 game, that’s pretty huge:

When Hunter Wendelstedt was behind the plate for an April 22 game between the New York Yankees and Oakland Athletics, and ended up ejecting Yankees manager Aaron Boone five pitches in, it was the start of a long day for the ump. His called strike accuracy was only 68 percent.

Compare that the 100 percent strike called accuracy that umpire John Tumpane had during the Dodgers-Blue Jays game in Toronto on April 27.

All in all, at least they aren’t going to be remembered like Rob Drake, who in 2019 once tweeted out a threat of “a cival war” if Donald Trump was impeached as president. And somehow kept his job.

How much more should umps be held accountable for their own actions?

Which leads us now to the overall question for an arbitrator:

When did umpires come about, why were they actually needed, how were they trained, what is their evolution and … is it still the best-case scenario if fans never get to know their names?

In this moment of time, veteran umpire researcher and University of Utah history professor Larry Gerlach has called our attention to a gem of a project.

In his introduction, the author of the 1980 book, “The Men in Blue: Conversations with Umpires” (originally published by Viking Press, with a 1994 version updated by University of Nebraska Press — and Hernandez is not included in the new material) dials it back to the life and times of someone once referred to as “Blind Bob” Emslie.

It was also a book Gerlach said he didn’t intend to write. He knew nothing about Emslie until March 2019 when heard about him in a baseball history symposium. He decided “an Emslie biography would not only address a void in baseball literature but also amplify baseball’s pursuit to legitimize the modern game and track the umpiring’s transition from “a contentious temporary job to an esteemed professional career.”

Because of Gerlach extensive research — in today’s world, that means having access to many more pieces of game stories and box scores than in the past — it’s not out of the question that Emslie will end up on some future Baseball Hall of Fame Veterans Committee ballots, joining the lonesome 10 already inducted over the last 80-plus years for their outstanding work.

This rare phototype drawing from the 1890 Sporting Life sells for $75 on eBay.

Before setting records for longevity as an umpire, Emslie, born in 1859, was a darn-good player — Canadian born, left-handed pitcher for three seasons for  the Baltimore Orioles of the American Association (44-40, 3.08 ERA, 82 complete games in 86 starts). His most amazing stats: Posting a 32-17 record in ’84 with a 2.74 ERA in 50 starts, and 50 complete games, logging 455 1/3 innings. He pitched four more games for the AA’s Philadelphia Athletics before he was done with a sore arm in 1885.

Three years later, he entered the umpire profession, somewhat by accident because one was needed at a game he was attending. First, in the minor leagues, then in the American Association by 1890, then with the National League starting in 1891.

Players could get on him for many reasons but one nickname that stuck was “Wig” because of a receding hairline (he actually wore a toupee during his playing career).

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Day 21 of 2024 baseball books: If it really comes down to reality, New Yorkers write their own stories (and we are supposed to consume it?)

“The New York Game: Baseball and the Rise of a New City”

The author:
Kevin Baker

Publishing info:
Knopf/
Random House
528 pages, $35
Released March 5,2024

The links:
The publishers website
the authors website
at Bookshop.org; at Powells.com;
at Vromans.com
at {pages a bookstore};
at BarnesAndNoble.com;
at Amazon.com

The review in 90 feet or less

The other night, my wife fell into a deep New York state of mind.

It had nothing to do with New York’s Mets (and hotshot Pete Alonzo) coming into L.A. to face the Dodgers. Or anticipating New York’s Yankees (and hotshot Alex Verdugo) coming to Orange County in about a month and trying to arrange for tickets behind the dugout.

It was all because of that Billy Joel TV concert special, and he started playing “New York State of Mind.”

Mind you, tears actually welled in her eyes as she sang along, all those sappy lyrics. She couldn’t help herself. While California born and reared, she lived for a time as a working adult on Long Island, and felt a real connection to the New York lifestyle — high energy, fast moving, get the hell out of my way if you’re not ready to order your bagel.

Everything this ballad isn’t by the way.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the queen-sized bed — if it matters, I’m more a “King of Queens” guy — this was all a distraction. I was trying to cry my way through “The New York Game: Baseball and the Rise of a New City.”

All those people in Madison Square Garden singing along to the song made me want to hop a flight to Hollywood. And I wasn’t even there.

It did also think of two quick stories.

First: I’d rather be a Yankee.

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Day 20 of 2024 baseball books: D.C.’s follies, a century later

“Team of Destiny Walter Johnson, Clark Griffith, Bucky Harris and the 1924 Washington Senators”

The author:
Gary Sarnoff

The publishing info:
Rowman and Littlefield;
250 pages; $38
Released Feb. 10, 2024

The links:
The publishers website; at Bookshop.org; at Powells.com; at Vromans.com; at {pages a bookstore}; at BarnesAndNoble.com; at Amazon.com

The review in 90 feet or less

After the 2019 Washington Nationals stupidly walked into a championship, a quick-print book about that team came out by the Washington Post’s Jesse Dougherty called “Buzz Saw: The Improbable Story of How the Washington Nationals Won the World Series.”

That post season journey included witnessing the Nats dissemble the 106-win Dodgers, going the distance in a best-of-five National League Divisional Series. The last win was executed at Dodger Stadium. There was heck to pay.

That NL East wild-card team had the “Baby Shark” power. And Anthony Rendon’s idiotic stats (34 HRs, 126 RBIs, 117 runs, .319 average). And rookie Juan Soto’s muscle. And Trea Turner’s speed. And veteran Howie Kendrick’s grand-slam gumption. And veteran Kurt Suzkuki’s intelligence. And the arms of Stephen Stasburg and Max Scherzer and do-nothing Sean Doolittle. And a year removed from Bryce Harper.

“You have a great year, and you can run into a buzz saw,” Strasburg told Dougherty after the team advanced to the World Series. “Maybe this year we’re the buzz saw.”

These weren’t your recycled Montreal Expo who started 19-31 and ended up with the District’s first title in 95 years. We enjoyed the book as something that needed to be reassembled for our disbelief.

That book also begat “You Gotta Have Heart: Washington Baseball from Walter Johnson to the 2019 World Series Champion,” by Frederic J. Frommer, reminding those who are confused about the history of the city’s major league baseball just what has and hasn’t happened. And could have happened.

Because, in a way, even if we watch today’s Washington Nationals play at the Dodger Stadium, we’re still a bit history challenged.

At our last count, 17 major professional baseball franchises have called Washington D.C. their home. Many shared the same nickname. Or switched midway.

The place better known for housing the Bill of Rights may have had the right idea, but often a wrong outcome.

Let’s work our way back in time:

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Day 19 of 2024 baseball books: A language all its own

“Beisbol on the Air: Essays on
Major League Spanish-Language Broadcasters”

The editors:
Jorge Iber
Anthony R. Salazar

The publishing info:
McFarland; 172 pages
$39.95; released Oct. 17, 2023

The links:
The publishers website; the authors website; at Bookshop.org; at Powells.com;
at {pages a bookstore};
at BarnesAndNoble.com;
at Amazon.com

Play-by-Play From the Minors: Profiles
of Baseball Broadcasters from Scranton to Yakima”


The author:
John Kocsis Jr.

The publishing info:
McFarland; 208 pages,
$35; released Oct. 13, 2023

The links:
The publishers website;
the authors website;
at Bookshop.org
at Powells.com;
at {pages a bookstore}; at BarnesAndNoble.com; at Amazon.com

The review in 90 feet or less

From a 2017 story in the New York Times about the diversity of Dodgers fans at the World Series.

An essay posted in late August of 2023 found its way to the opinion section of The Hill, the media company based in Washington D.C. that focuses on “nonpartisan reporting on the inner workings of Government and the nexus of politics and business.”

This concerned the inner workings of how people were being informed about the local Major League Baseball team, which happens to be visiting Dodger Stadium this week.

In a piece with three bylines attached, it insisted the Washington Nationals deserved a Spanish-language broadcast of their games. The lack of one, at a time when the country was celebrating Hispanic Heritage Month, was somewhat problematic.

It pointed out that 22 of the 30 MLB teams have a least some games broadcast in Spanish, “an important way to market their teams in the growing Hispanic communities around the country.”

The one most obviously interested in this endeavor has been the Dodgers, along with markets with influencial Hispanic populations like San Diego, Texas, Houston, Miami, Arizona, both New York team and both Chicago teams. Also on board: Boston, Minnesota, Oakland, Seattle, Tampa Bay, Colorado, Milwaukee, Philadelphia, St. Louis and San Francisco. The last one to join was Detroit, starting in 2023.

Wait, that’s only 21 teams. The one missing is …

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Day 18 of 2024 baseball books: Jack(ie) Robinson’s Day

“Under Jackie’s Shadow:
Voices of Black Minor Leaguers Baseball Left Behind”

The author:
Mitchell Nathanson

The publishing info:
University of Nebraska Press; 224 pages, $32.95; released April 1, 2024

The links:
The publishers website; the authors website; at Bookshop.org; at {pages}; at Powells.com; at Vromans.com; at TheLastBookStoreLA; at BarnesAndNoble.com; at Amazon.com

The review in 90 feet or less

Once upon a time, a preferred method to go about “honoring Jackie Robinson” was to buy “useful and attractive trophies and sculptured reproductions.”

This company in New York could facilitate.

A star-struck kid had no real choice if he spent nickle after nickel trying to get a Robinson Topps card. With a couple extra quarters taped to a piece of cardboard, stick it in the mail and there would be mementos aplenty. In fact, the word “useful” is mentioned a few times in this advertisement above.

These days, it might be more useful (is that still not the right word?) to commit $135 for a replica Dodgers jersey – Brooklyn or Los Angeles – from the MLBShop, via the Nike branding. Pick a style and color that better fits the statement you want to convey.

Or go bigger — a $250 model set aside for those inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame produced by, of all names, Ebbets Field Flannels.

In 2022, the Dodgers had a Robinson giveaway gray flannel jersey that was nifty looking retro thing, available now on eBay (especially size Medium, which few can actually wear) and was “licensed by the estate of Jackie Robinson and Mrs. Rachel Robinson” with the website www.JackieRobinson.com attached to the front tail.

For today’s Jackie Robinson day, the trinket will be … a blue Brooklyn cap with a large “42” on the side.

There are other quality items out there as well from our favorite Baseballism.com — shirts that proclaim 42 is “more than a number” and “bigger than a game” these days. Robinson’s name isn’t even incorporated into the branding here. His family likely likes that approach.

Still, if only we can get out of the corporate shadow of what Jack(ie) Robinson Day has become.

Editor’s note: I’ve decided that as much as possible, we should refer to the man as Jack Robinson. That was his name. That’s his Hall of Fame plaque. The media added the “ie” to the end to try to soften his image way back. Last year, I reviewed the book “Call Him Jack: The Story of Jackie Robinson, Black Freedom Fighter” and make a conscious effort to stick by that.

In Mitch Nathanson’s new book, “Under Jackie’s Shadow,” he writes in the introduction about that October day in 1972 – 25 years after Robinson broke baseball’s color barrier – when Major League Baseball decided to give him a cursory recognition in Cincinnati. Red Barber did the introductions. Pee Wee Reese, Peter O’Malley, Joe Black and Larry Doby were also there.

It turned out to be Robinson’s last public appearance – he died nine days later.

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