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Dave Empey

 Dave Empey

Dave Empey has developed four major league
players, including James Paxton, the ace of the
Seattle Mariners staff, and 
Ryan Dempster, who
pitched for 16 MLB seasons, was an all-star twice, 
and won a World Series ring with the Red Sox.

Dave has coached 19 pros, 11 members  of the
Canadian national junior team, and more than
100 collegiate players.  

 As a sports reporter with the Vancouver Sun
Dave interviewed the likes of home run king
Roger Maris, iconic heavyweight champ Rocky
Marciano, legendary sprinter Jesse Owens, Hall
of Fame pitcher Bob Lemon, daredevil Evel
Knievel, and NHL hard rock Tiger Williams.  

 Dave also managed a rock band and is currently
giving team and individual instruction. 

      Dave Empey can be reached at 604 771-9736
from noon to midnight 

                                          Ryan and Dave in Las Vegas

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TODAY'S LINE-UP

NEW--The Split and the Greaser
NEW--Rowan Wick is Ready to Rock
NEW--Chilliwack Invades the Big Apple
NEW--Mike Tyson, Discipline
NEW--Rodney, Deion, Romo and Delmonico
NEW--A Cure for Betances

Sandy Koufax--Lead with your Hip
The Showcase at Rogers Centre
Osuna and the WBC
Stealing Signs
Dr. George Chalmers, a Rennaisance Man
Kyle Chalmers--Godzilla
Josh Gaudette, a Big League Arm
Where there's Smoak there's firepower
Up-Date--Five Ways for a Hitter to Stride
Moneyball,
 The Farce
Orioles hook Jason Willow in round 24
Jaycee Little League, the Best Years of my Life
The Educated Yankees Show Discipline
Reggie Smith, the Epitome of a Winner
The Art of Switch-hitting
The Curveball
Should Young Pitchers Throw Curveballs?
The Arm
Never Make the First or Third Out at 3B
Teaching Charges to Little Guys
Tom Glavine--Ultimate Command
The Odds of getting to the Big Leagues

From legendary Koufax to Paxton, the Ace
Robson's command is back on track
The two-seam fastball
Paxton Tosses Seven More Zeroes
SEE  HOW EASILY YOU CAN THROW HARD
The Amazing Saga of Sidd Finch
and his 168 mph fastball
The 12 Infield Throws
The Terminator at Shortstop

Thomas Espig Rides the Yale Tornado
Is Clayton Kershaw a Communist?
March Madness and You
THE GREATEST BASEBALL PICTURE EVER
Did I Mention Simplify?
Shaking off the Catcher
Stay Inside the Ball
Dock Ellis and the acidic no-no
Levels of Pro Baseball
First Pitch Cutters

Developing COMMAND
Why Infielders Commit Errors
Simplify, Simplify, Simplify
Rowan Wick--Cardinals Ace Prospect
The 16h Hole at Phoenix
Wisdom from Mike Trout
Steve Dalkowski--"White Lightning"
Michael Kopech pops 110 mp

 

BRANDON MORROW, the 21 million dollar man

          The Split and the Greaser

This is a story about a Splitter, a Greaser, a Reliever and a High Heater.  Call it The Search For Brandon Morrow, starring Sean Connery, Alec Baldwin and, well, Brandon Morrow.

Morrow fired aspirin tablets for the Dodgers this past summer.  The righthander was as stingy as Scrooge before the Ghosts, firing blanks with a 2.06 ERA.  In the NL playoffs he gave up one run in eight and a third.  Brandon was LA’s Advil the Painkiller.

Morrow’s 2017 joy ride went from a baloney sandwich to Eleven Madison.  He came to spring training on a minor league contract, where he was about as effective as drinking rum and coke to relieve dehydration.  At which point he stepped into the bull pen and saw a transformation that rivalled Jekyll and Hyde.

          Brandon Morrow when he pitched for the Blue Jays

What happened?  Well, undoubtedly he just let it rip instead of pacing himself.  But that’s only a few pixels of the picture.  The real key was a subtraction rather than an addition.

Morrow deep sixed his splitter.

Presto.  His velocity jumped like a kangaroo, hopping up to 97-98.  He became a Killer.  He was as dominant as King Kong pitching at Williamsport.  As intimidating as a teenage hacker cracking Bitcoin algorithims.  As ominous as an F-35 stealth fighter loaded with nuclear.

And now he’s signed a two-year $21 million contract with the Cubs.  He must feel like Cinderella.  Okay, Cinderfella.

        The Anatomy of the Greaser

So what is so significant about leaving the splitter in his tool kit?  Well, the  Split-fingered fastball, which is really a mutation of a change-up, is the legitimate offspring of the illegitimate Greaser.  .

Which ignites a look into the past.  No, don’t turn the page, I promise this will be more interesting than grade 11 history class.

Back in the days when dinosaurs roamed the earth, Burleigh Grimes threw what was called The Spitball--when they were legal and then illegal.  Gaylord Perry honoured that dubious tradition and even wrote a book called Me and the Spitter.  Not exactly a shocking tell all but amusing nonetheless.

The problem, of course, is that spit is virtually useless if you want to be Dr. Strangeglove.  Depositing saliva on the ball is about as productive as exhaling hoping to create a hurricane.

The Spitter is really a Greaser.  Vaseline.  KY Jelly.  Brylcreem, a little dab’ll do ya.  Anything that is as slick and slippery as a hedge fund Ponzi scheme.

In search of a Ph.D the astrophysicists, gurus, aficionados and connoisseurs trot out a flotilla of mystical theories.  The expectorant makes the ball lopsided or distorted or drunk or psychotic.  It’s on LSD.  It’s genetic structure has been altered.  It’s controlled by a hypnotist from Saturn.  Whatever.  The ideas  bounce around like a pinball game on speed but there is one indisputable truth.  The Greaser is virtually unhittable.

          Roger Clemens who added the split late in his career

And all of those bizarre theories are utter nonsense.  The Greaser is about as esoteric as spaghetti and meatballs.  In fact, it’s as simple as turning on your computer.  Let’s play Sherlock Holmes and unravel the mystery.

When you throw a four-seam fastball your fingertips are on a seam and they pull down at release.  This causes backspin, which competes with gravity and gives the ball "carry", making the fastball seem to "hop."  That backspin is the mark of a "live" arm.

Okay, so put a little bit of grease on the tips of your index and middle fingers--just some hair cream or vaseline mixed with sweat.  Now, instead of gripping across the seams, put those two fingers on the bald spot of the ball in the middle of the horseshoe.  You want no friction at all.

(Where do you hide the vaseline?  Anywhere you can.  Your neck, your glove, your forehead.  The hitter pops up to the shortstop and you load up while no one’s watching. Eventually, you’ll learn to throw it with only sweat and that’s perfectly legal.)

Now throw the greaser just like your fastball.  Your fingers are slick and they have no seams to hold onto.  They’re as naked as a streaker.  As the ball is released it won't spin backwards anymore like a normal fastball.  It can't--you have no grip with your fingertips.

The greaser spins forward.

It tumbles.  Gravity takes effect and gives a kick to the action.  As it gets near the plate and the forward rotation makes friends with the air, it dive bombs, exploding straight down.  It's like trying to hit a runaway elevator.

But the greaser is illegal.  So…

           Enter the Splitter

The split-fingered fastball is essentially a very legal and very lethal greaser.  Roger Craig orchestrated the split when he was the Giants pitching coach in the 1980’s.  It spread like a virus and Mike Scott made it legendary when he fine tuned it throwing for the Astros in the 1986 playoffs.  It was so devastating helpless hitters like Gary Carter of the Mets kept asking the umpires to check the ball—they just couldn’t believe Scott could get that kind of tumbling action without doctoring or scuffing the ball.  Either that or ET was pitching.

The split-finger is just that.  You split your index and middle fingers and jam the ball in between.  The fingers are not on a seam and not pulling back on anything.  They are essentially on the outside of the ball and not gripping it at all.  They apply very little friction.  Just like the greaser.

And, when you throw the splitter, the action is identical to the Vaseline Ball.  The Rawlings spins forward in a search for terra firma.  It drops off the table and disappears faster than a wisp of smoke.  What you have is a very legal greaser. Hitting a good splitter is like chasing a rainbow.

          And you shouldn’t be throwing one. 

Whoa.  Why not?

Spread your index and middle fingers and force a baseball in between.  Feel the tension in your forearm.  Do that often enough and muscle strain is inevitable.  Eventually your velocity deteriorates and an arm problem stalks you like Jack the Ripper.  In fact, a lot of pros who relied too much on the split-finger (including Scott) had abbreviated careers.  Guys like Roger Clemens, who had a nasty splitty, kept it on a leash.  It was just a part of his arsenal--not the main event.  Wisdom.

But possible arm trouble is only the beginning.  Too many pitchers fall in love with the splitter and use it as often as teenagers scrutinize their smartphone.  Which means they don't throw their fastball enough, their velocity diminishes, they rely even more on splits and breaking balls, and their mph invades the slow track.  A very vicious cycle.

Risking injury to a young arm and stunting the development of your fastball are not good trade-offs for a quick fix.  A lot of big leaguers don’t start throwing a splitter until they’re well into their 30's.  Take heed.

So that, I think, is why Brandon Morrow’s velocity rose like the morning sunshine.  His forearm relaxed, his four-seam became as lively as a Kentucky colt, and he focussed on Power Pitching.

             Turn Up the high Heat

The High Heater?  The Dodgers bull pen is known for fastballs up in the zone and Morrow bought in and joined the parade.  In fact, that’s been a dominant trend for more than a decade, which is a story unto its self but we’ll put it on hold.  Suffice it to say pitching coaches have stressed keeping the ball down, down, down since Robin Hood was a rookie embezzling from the rich and giving to the poor in the Sherwood Forest AAA loop.

Everything on the knees or lower.  And that, of course, is a blue chip policy for your breaking ball and your two-seam sinker.

But here’s the rub.  The guys standing in the box are not comatose and they see so much stuff on the bottom of the zone a lot of them have become low ball hitters, especially lefties.

Which brings us to the four-seam fastball, which can be down…or up.  The men in blue have guillotined the top 12 inches of the zone but pitches at the letters (and often higher) are as tempting as a bowl of chocolate ice cream.  Hitters without discipline take a lot of hopeless hacks at High Heat, which is as tough to contact as catching moon beams in your bare hands.

Morrow saw the light.  Forget the split.  Rely on the elevated four-seamer.  His velocity went up like NASDAQ.  His strikeouts soared like a helium balloon.  And his salary burst through the sound barrier.

It’s a lesson for young pitchers.  If you have any kind of juice at all you can work up or down with your fastball.  And stay away from the split until you’re an MLB free agent.

As far as the Greaser is concerned it’s off the table because it’s blatantly against the rules.  And no one in the big leagues throws it any more, pretending it’s a split.  Of course not.  Did I mention the great swampland I have for sale in the Florida Everglades?

UPDATE

           Rowan Wick is Ready to Rock

It was a roller coaster season for Rowan Wick.  But now the track is straight and he’s ready to rock.

The 25-year-old righthander from Lynn Valley tossed 42 innings as a closer in the Cardinals organization with 42 strikeouts, a 3.19 ERA, and six saves.  But those bare bones stats are only a small chunk of an adventurous year.

Last spring Wick was on the fast track to the bigs.  He threw well for Canada in the WBC and he was assigned to Memphis, the St. Louis AAA franchise.  So far so good.

But, like all pro sports, baseball is at the mercy of The Gods of Injury.  For example, at one point in 2017 the Seattle Mariners pitching staff resembled the war zone in Afghanistan.  Four starters, including King Felix and King Canada, James Paxton, were dry-docked on the DL, which doesn’t speak well of the Seattle pitching coach and trainers or is a coincidence about as likely as snow in West Palm Beach.

Rowan also visited the DL, suffering from a small tear in his labrum, the cartilage that holds the ball of the joint in your shoulder socket.  It wasn’t serious enough for surgery but it was frustrating to say the least.

“My arm was dragging,” Rowan says, “and I wasn’t rotating my hips enough.”  That strained his shoulder.

          "My Arm Felt Great"

 With help from Cardinals coach Paul Davis, Rowan rehabbed enough to get back into action at AA Springfield and then return to Memphis where he notched a win as the closer in the PCL playoffs.

“The last time I threw was on September 19,” Wick says.  “And my arm felt great.”

Good news.  He’s been playing catch with his dad, Clayton, and this week he heads to Israel where he’ll stay with his buddy Alon Leichman, who also happens to be the Mariners pitching coach in the Dominican League.  I imagine they’ll talk a lot of baseball for eight days.

I believe in this young man.  The future is his.  (North Shore News photo)

After that Rowan flies to Hong Kong, a city of seven million with more billionaires than IHOP has pancakes, and then Australia, the home of his mother Elaine.

Rowan will do some light tossing this month and start throwing bull pens in January at the state of the art facility out at UBC.  He’s been on the Cardinals 40-man for a year now, which tells you how much they like him, and he expects to start the 2018 campaign in AAA Memphis.

I know the Cardinals see Rowan as their closer of the future but I’d love to see him as a starter in the minor leagues.  Relief pitchers never know when they’ll be on the mound and they can’t throw sides.

By contrast, guys in the rotation have at least four days off, which means they can hit the bull pen once or twice between starts. That’s a necessity for developing command, which Rowan needs, and fine tuning your delivery and your secondary pitches.  What’s more, starting adds depth and mound endurance and those increased innings are invaluable for a young pitcher.

At any rate, Rowan Wick is ready to roll.  Bring it on.

          “The Dominican Republic of Israel”

Alon Leichman is an amazing and fascinating guy with a story as unique as a Texan who thinks Iowa is the greatest state in the Union.

Alex Simon’s Baseball America story told the tale, starting with Alon’s parents, who hailed from Michigan, but moved 40 years ago to Kibbutz Gezer, which is snuggled between Tel Aviv and Jerusalem.

In a country that thinks soccer is the only sport anyone would seriously play, the tiny community actually had a baseball field, which was like abandoning Nick Saban’s Alabama Crimson Tide for synchronized swimming.  One aficionado called it “The Dominican Republic of Israel.”  Then he added, "They go barefoot to the baseball field, and they play barefoot. It's in their backyard and they're on the field all the time."

Alon was on the diamond so much he was tabbed a “field rat” and his pitching mechanics were smooth, his hands were soft and his swing was solid, which was as surprising as white wine with a steak in a country that never saw an MLB game on TV.

A lot more fun than the Army.  (Israel Association of Baseball photo)

Leichman served for three years in the Army, which is mandatory for Israeli citizens, then hooked up with Cypress College in California, the same school Wick attended.  He proved himself in fall ball and claimed the closer role.  At which point the Gods of Injury shook their head and Alon popped his elbow in the first game of the season.  Tommy John.

The surgery was less than successful and he pitched in pain for years.  Still, he persevered.  And, when Cypress coach Scott Pickler ran out of starters in the regional final he went to his bull pen.  Leichman stepped up.

          "I'm not coming out until I give up a run"

“He had the most courage of anybody and he was the guy I had faith in because he would compete,” Pickler said.  Still, Alon was on a short leash and Pickler was ready to reel him in after 50 pitches.  But Alon told him, “I’m not coming out until I give up a run.”  And Pickler loved it.  Leichman dominated, throwing blanks for a shutout, and Pickler believes he was the motivation for Cypress rolling to the state Community College title.

Alon wound up at UC-San Diego for three seasons, still pitching with pain, and then the Israeli WBC squad, where he’s one of the few players who’s actually from Israel.  More on that later.

“He’s a great person.” Pickler told Simon.  "He's fun to be around, he sees through people, he's way more mature than his years. Because he was such a competitor, he can tell you, 'This guy's a competitor' or, 'This guy's not as strong as this guy in a tight situation.' Guys who have been there, like he has, understand that.”  Enough said.

 

SMITH TO HAWAII, JEPSON’S A PROSPECT

          Chilliwack Invades the Big Apple

How's this for a baseball trip.  You invade the Diamond Nation showcase in New Jersey.  You travel three times to the Big Apple, the greatest city in the world, to absorb the Usual Suspects, Times Square, the iconic Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, which is always for sale.  You saunter into the legendary concrete of Yankee Stadium to check out the Bronx Bombers and you hook into the Mets at Shea, where The Beatles cut it loose.  Plus, you ingest nine innings of the Phillies in, well, Philly.

And, just to make it a grand slam, you win the Diamond Nation tournament going 6 and 0.

That was the journey for the Chilliwack Cougars and coach Shawn Corness last August, courtesy of BC Baseball and Grant Rimer, head honcho of the College Prep division.  They earned the trip by clipping Cloverdale 4-3 in the Prep final with drafted workhorse ace Cade Smith on the hill.  Next stop: Clinton, New Jersey.

“It was a fantastic trip,” Corness says.  “We peaked at just the right time.”

It capped an adrenaline packed year for the Cougars.  What’s more, they only graduate a trio of players, including Smith, who was selected in the 16th round by the Minnesota Twins but chose not to ink, preferring to head to the University of Hawaii at Manoa on a ride.

Cade Smith drives to the plate.  (Photo courtesy Canadian Baseball Network)

I hear through the grapevine Minnesota scout Walt Burrows was so high on Cade he convinced the Twins to offer the right-hander a bonus well above 16th round money.  In the ensuing tussle, the sunshine of Waikiki won two falls out of three and Smith will have to wait until after his junior season to be drafted again.  Cade has the size, 6-5 and 220, to develop like IMAX 70 mill and he has a strong shot at becoming a Top 10 rounder.  As one scout said, “I like everything about him.  The velocity will come.”

The 2018 cast for the Cougars includes Jack Ray, a solid shortstop, power hitting third baseman Brendan Schultz, and Connor Dykstra, who is 6-2 and 220.  Corness thinks Dykstra will be the best catcher in the Prep league.  “He has power and he’s a strong catch and throw guy,” Shawn says.

So how does Chilliwack hold on to their talent and avoid poaching from the Premier League?  “It’s development,” Corness says.  “We’ve had four or five players approached by PBL teams but they all say they’re happy where they are.”

Corness plays two hands of baseball poker at all times.  Besides the Midget Prep he also coaches the University of Fraser Valley Cascades, who had a remarkable 2017 season, their debut in the Canadian College wars.

Led by the likes of pitchers Dylan Emmons, Dan Rogers, Jeevan Hayre and Evan Petersen and sluggers Riley Jepson, Liam Campbell, Nick Laflamme and Brennan Hegel the Cascades battled into the semi-finals of the wrap-up tournament in Kelowna before succumbing to the perennially dominant Prairie Baseball Academy.

      "We proved we can play at this level"

“We proved we can play at this level,” says Corness.  “We’ll be ready to make a run at it next year.”

Emmons, the right-hander from Vernon, had a strong 2017 campaign with blue chip command, a live fastball and a competitive spirit.  He should be the Cascades King of the Hill next summer.

And then there’s Jepson.  Cade Smith sent out a high school sun flare when he was the highest draft pick in B.C.  And Riley just might match that lightning strike as the first MLB college prospect for the Cascades.

Jepson, who drilled a .475 hole in the wind in Kelowna and shows the kind of pop you need from a first baseman, is a massive 6-4 and 230.  He worked out for Burrows and the Twins this week and will travel to Portland next Saturday to showcase his left-handed power stroke for the Arizona Diamondbacks.  “He’s a guy,” says Corness.  In scout talk that means he’s a prospect.

                     Jordan Lennerton holding a runner for the Tigers

TRIPLE PLAYS—Langley’s MARCUS GREGSON has transferred to UFV from Indian Hills in Iowa.  Corness expects the rangy hurler to be his closer…The Cascades have one of the most impressive coaching staffs in the country.  That includes KYLE LOTZKAR, who was drafted in the first round by the Reds and signed for $600,000.  Lotzkar fractured his elbow in 2008 and needed Tommy John surgery but still managed to pitch for eight years in the minor leagues…WES DARVIL, a fifth round pick of the Cubs who progressed as high as AA, takes care of the infielders…And then there’s JORDAN LENNERTON, who was drafted by the Tigers after a brilliant college career at Oregon State, and played first base for eight seasons in the Detroit organization, including AAA action…”All three played for me at some time or other,” says Corness.  And all three are products of DOUG MATHIESON’s Langley Blaze powerhouse…Both teams hold winter workouts in The Yard, their Chilliwack facility with two batting cages, mounds and a weight room…When head man Corness is with the Cascades he turns the Cougars over to assistant coach SCOTT PANKRATZ.  “He runs things,” says Corness, “and he does a great job.”…The Cougars ate up the final game in New Jersey when BRAYDEN CARPENTER singled up the middle to drive in TRENT KING in the top of the seventh to win it 4-3…RILEY JEPSON was named to the CCBC first team all-stars and North Van’s EVAN PETERSEN and BRENNAN HEGEL from Kamloops were slotted on the second unit.  Petersen posted a solid 2.05 ERA with 20 K’s in only 22 innings.  Hegel popped three jacks and added 16 ribbies, strong stats in the abbreviated schedule…For the Diamond Nation battle the Cougars picked up Cloverdale star DANIEL GERNON, a B.C. Selects stand-out…UFV had tabbed GREGG ZAUN as a guest speaker for their get together in February but that’s been scratched for obvious reasons.

This is my favorite quote of all time.  It tells you everything you need to know.  How to succeed when others quit.  How to persevere when others stop.  How to be a professional, even when you're playing for your pride and not money.  This is your Mantra.  This is your Code.  This is your Belief.  This separates you from the rest.

 

                             DISCIPLINE

                      "Discipline is doing a work-out you
                      don't want to do--and doing it with
                                         enthusiasm."

              --MIKE TYSON, former heavyweight champ

If you’re going through the motions when you workout, you’re wasting your time.  When you really don’t feel like running sprints or lifting weights or throwing a bullpen or crushing a set of lunges, that’s when you have to dig deep and generate the passion, the enthusiasm you need to do it right.  That's when you need discipline.  

Without enthusiasm the workout is useless.

 

And the Round Mound of Rebound

      Rodney, Deion, Romo and Delmonico

I love Rodney Harrison on SNF.  He’s precise, concise, perceptive, educated and erudite.  He does his homework, he never pulls a punch, he tells it like he sees it.  And Rodney and Tony “Coach” Dungy are as symbiotic as air and breathing. 

Harrison is the epitome of a pro.  Dan Patrick once asked him about the perfunctory pre-game pep talk—you know, the phony showcase where Ray Lewis or one of his current clones goes ballistic exhorting his teammates to Win One For the Gipper (look it up), all the while making sure the camera is rolling.  Wow, what a great motivator.

“I never listened to it,” Rodney answered.  Perfect.  In other words if you need a pump to get up for an NFL war you're either comatose or blazed. 

As far as Dan Patrick is concerned he engineers a very good syndicated radio show.  But the only thing Dan Patrick likes more than talking about Dan Patrick is talking more about Dan Patrick.

Dan played some college basketball and he once told a story about how he hosed some dude by shooting out the lights in a one-on-one pick-up.  About 10 minutes later one of his contributors called in and Dan repeated the story just to make sure we all knew he was really as good at draining jumpers as MJ in his prime.

                          Rodney, who never needed a pep talk to be great.

Hang in.  There’s a baseball connection here.  Wait for it.

On a recent telecast Tony Romo, who is an ace as an analyst, took a mild shot at Deion “Primetime” Sanders.  Deion was a Hall of Fame cornerback, one of the best of alltime, but never known for his intense desire to tackle anyone.  To Deion the game was picks or knock downs.  “They don’t pay me to tackle,” he said.

Romo's comment came when Kansas City’s Marcus Peters was less than enthusiastic hitting Ezekiel Elliott of the Cowboys.  "Peters doesn't want to tackle,” Romo said.  “He makes Deion Sanders look good.”

Romo has a lot of back-up, including Troy Aikman, who said Sanders was a “crummy” tackler, and Rodney Harrison, who also took a slice with his usual rapier wit.

             A Star in the NFL and MLB?  That’s Deion

All of which did not thrill Deion.  He’s had a few run ins with Romo in the past and he shot back, “Ten years as a starter and you were 2-4 in the playoffs,” he said.  “You never won the big one.”  In response Michael Irvin suggested Sanders should lighten up and get a sense of humor.  Easy for him to say.

       Tony Romo, an outstanding QB who is just as remarkable as an analyst

Sanders is one of the most gifted athletes ever.  Not only did he star in the NFL he also played nine years of baseball in the major leagues with the Yankees, Braves, Reds and Giants.  In 1989 he drilled an MLB home run and scored an NFL touchdown—both in the same week.  That’s as unique as flying to Mars on a B-52.

What’s more, Deion is the only guy in history to suit up in both the Super Bowl and the World Series.  Ingest this stat for a microsecond or two--while the Braves were losing to the Blue Jays in the 1992 Series, Sanders hit .533.  Playing with a broken bone in his foot.  Primetime, indeed.

Now a wrap-up.  Stats usually bore the hell out of me but these two jump off the page like Aliens attacking Sigourney Weaver.  In 1999 the Sporting News named Deion #37 on their list of the greatest football players of the last 100 years and ESPN notched him at #74 in the top 100 Athletes of the Century.

If that isn’t enough try this puzzle on for size.  Deion Sanders scored NFL touchdowns in six different ways.  I’m sure you football aficionados can figure it out, but, if not, I’ll let you know next week.  Maybe.

The only dude to ever play in both the Super Bowl and the World Series

Obviously, no one is questioning Deion’s off the charts athletic ability, his perseverance, or his courage.  The prince just thought tackling was for those plebeian grunts called linebackers.  Maybe he was light years ahead of his time when it came to Concussion Protocol.

Sanders spent his college days at Florida State where he dominated in no less than three sports.  At one point he was on hand for the opener of a doubleheader, ran a leg of the 4X100 relay between games, and then returned to the diamond for the nightcap.  A Three Letter Man?  That’s about as extinct as Tyrannosaurus Rex.

          Sanders was Quicker than a Bolt of Lightning

The Seminoles assistant baseball coach was Rod Delmonico, who went on to be the head man at Tennessee and was one of the best at teaching the running game.  He wrote a book called Hit and Run and he used Deion as an example of quickness, quickness, and, well, quickness.  At one point he was demonstrating to the Seminoles how Sanders got a jump stealing second.  The players eyed him warily, dumbfounded.  Finally, someone said, “But coach, that’s Deion.”  Enuff said.

In this era of Home Run Derby Baseball, where guys struggle to hit .250 but pop enough jacks to sign free agent contracts for $15 million, the running game is as uncommon as an American news network without a left or right wing bias.  In 1982 Ricky Henderson ignited a solar flare by stealing 130 bags.  The chances of his record being broken are about as likely as Charles “The Round Mound of Rebound” Barkley riding in another Derby, this one in Kentucky in May.

Too bad.  It was a better game when stealing bases was a priority, not an afterthought.  Maybe MLB should hire Rodney Harrison as an analyst.

The Miracle on Turf

          A Cure for Betances

Watching Dellin Betances pitch is as frustrating as tying your shoelaces with one hand.  He has less control than a drunk on skates.  If he dove off the 10-metre board he’d miss the pool.  To Dellin throwing strikes is as foreign as speaking Mandarin.  The plate is a surreal mirage that never stops dancing.

The guy has electric stuff, a 98 mph heater and a guillotine slider.  But he’s as mechanically unsound as a V8 running on four cylinders.

His problems are pretty simple, very basic, and as obvious as sunrise.  Either Yankees pitching coach Larry Rothchild doesn’t have a clue or Betances just won’t change.  A huge waste of talent.

Dellin’s downfall starts at the beginning.  His knee raise.  He over rotates toward second base and this ignites an Action/Reaction like a jet engine.  Exit Snapchat on your smartphone and Google Sir Isaac Newton, who threw a wicked sinker and posted a 2.54 ERA for Cambridge’s Trinity College in 1662.  A/R was Newton’s Third Law of the Bull Pen.

This over rotation in one direction generates spin out on his finish where Betances opens up like a jack-in-the-box.  His stride is eight to 10 inches off line and he’s aiming at the left-hand batter’s box.  That’s like driving a car backwards on the highway.

All of which puts him so far off balance he often resembles a bowling pin ready to topple.  Trying to throw strikes when you’re staggering on the mound is the same as a tightrope walker with extreme vertigo.  Not much chance.

Command depends on two things.  Balance and Direction.  Betances has neither.

I’d like to spend half an hour with him in the bull pen.  I know how arrogant that sounds but I hate to see talent squandered and I’m confident he can turn it around with some simple mechanical adjustments.

            Did you notice Andrew Miller was  a Yankee?

Here’s what amazes me.  Betances and Rothchild saw Andrew Miller Up Close and Personal for two years.  Did neither of them notice Miller blazing strike after strike with high 90’s velocity and a slider so filthy it needed to shower twice a day?  Did neither of them notice Miller’s blue chip command from a slide step delivery?  Andrew is the classic example of Simplify, Simplify, Simplify.  No knee raise at all.  Just come set, pick up your foot a few inches and stride directly to the plate.  There is virtually nothing that can go wrong with a delivery that simple.  Throwing strikes is as automatic as breathing.

So that’s where I’d start with Betances.  Slide step and throw.  Balance is automatic.  And it’s so easy to maintain Direction.

Next step.  Tuck and go.  Left knee coiled to right knee, step and unload.

And then we’d gradually add a knee raise, concentrating on balance with rotation only to the middle of his body.  As soon as Dellin started to waver we’d cut back again.

But the knee raise isn’t really necessary.  He can do an Andrew Miller and throw from a slide step.  His command will lock in and his mph might actually increase because velocity also depends on balance.

There you have it.  Dellin Betances cured.  Healed.  The Miracle on Turf.  Throwing bullets for strikes.  If only.

 

Watching the playoffs I loved the shot of Sandy Koufax at Dodger Stadium.  I wrote about Sandy and James Paxton in an earlier story.  This is an encore from my book Developing Pitchers.  

Sandy Koufax

          “Lead With Your Hip”

There are certain things I know for sure.

I know that love is loyalty.  I know that animals are innocent and should be protected from trophy hunters.  I know that eating fish and fruit and vegetables will keep you strong and energized.    

And I know, without the slightest doubt, that Sandy Koufax is the greatest pitcher who ever lived.

Yes, Pedro and Clemens and Maddux and Gibson and Nolan Ryan and Seaver and Kershaw and Bumgarner and Feller and Lester and Verlander and Arrieta and Mariano and Aroldis Chapman are all awesome.

But Koufax was ineffable.  INEFFABLE.

I was never a Dodger fan.  I liked the Yankees.  But you didn't have to be a fan to truly appreciate Sanford Koufax.  He was the most overpowering pitcher ever--blistering fastball, a 12 to 6 curveball that broke nose to toes, and a cobra change-up. In his youth he had trouble throwing strikes--but when Sandy got command…fo-get about it…

         September 9, 1965—Perfect Koufax

Let me take you back to the most memorable game of a career studded with great moments.

On Sept. 9, 1965 Koufax threw a perfect game at Dodger Stadium, handcuffing the Cubs 1-0.  "I would think the last two or three innings of that game are as well as I've ever pitched," he said, later.

"There was nobody who was going to hit Sandy Koufax that day," said Cubs third baseman Ron Santo.  "He just kept throwing fastballs right by you.  You were just overmatched."

The Dodger catcher that night was Jeff Torborg, who later managed the Florida Marlins.  "Sandy didn't have his exceptional stuff early in that game," Torborg said.  "But he got it together in the sixth or seventh and he really started to let it fly.  He sniffed it.  You could see it in his eyes."

                              "I'll be right back"

After striking out as a pinch-hitter in the ninth inning, Joey Amalfitano walked passed Harvey Kuenn, who was on-deck.  "You'd better be ready," he warned Kuenn, "because he's getting it up there real good."

Kuenn replied, "Wait for me, Joey.  I'll be right back."

Koufax struck out 14 Cubs that night--including the last six hitters he faced.  Besides a fastball that was second to none, Sandy threw "the best curveball I've ever seen," says catcher Torborg.  "I had to climb up closer to the hitters than usual because his breaking ball broke straight down and you almost had to reach up underneath to catch it."

Cubs receiver Chris Krug agreed.  "Frankly, he had the best fastball in the league, the best curveball and the best change-up.  And he could get them over most any time he wanted.  He just overmatched you."

Some stats:

In his last five seasons Koufax was 111-34 with a 1.95 ERA.
In 1965 he struck out 382.
He was 25-5 in 1963 with a 1.88 ERA.
Sandy threw no-hitters in four straight seasons.

"I stopped pressing after I learned that, if you fail, life will still go on." Koufax said, later.  "I changed my mechanics and learned to pitch.  I learned to control myself.  Instead of trying to do something 100%, I left a little--giving maybe 95 to 99%."

                            Throwing 90 at 50

Koufax had an arthritic elbow that forced him to retire far too early--at the age of 30.  Putting it all in perspective he said, "I've got a lot of years to live after baseball.  I’d like to live them with the complete use of my body."

Nonetheless, there's a story I heard a few years ago about Koufax heating it up in Dodgertown when he was in his 50's.  And throwing 90 mph.

I don't believe that story.  It must be apocryphal.  But, then again, this is Sandy Koufax we're talking about…

And, so, you ask, what is the point of this endless tale?  Just wait, I'm getting there.

A few years ago I heard Bob Brenly doing analysis on a telecast and he was talking about Koufax.  He mentioned that Sandy stressed leading with your hip.  And that, friends, is the point.

When you start forward in your delivery LEAD WITH YOUR HIP.  That will keep you loaded and stop you from rushing your upper body.

 There are three things I'll point out about this picture.  1) Sandy leading with his hip.  2) The TILT he gets as he loads.  And 3) Notice how his post foot is hooked on the rubber.  That was a Koufax trademark to get extra leverage.  Of course, you can only do it on a pro mound with the proper clay and maintenance.    

Watch just about any great pitcher and you'll see it.  They all lead with their hip.  I stress this with our pitchers.  Knee raise and then, as you drive toward the plate, your lower body always goes first.  Your upper body is along for the ride until you reach the Power Triangle and Explode. 

LEAD WITH YOUR HIP.

How do I know?  Well, I may be stupid, but I'd have to be an utter moron to ignore anything Sandy Koufax says.  When Koufax talks, I listen.  He's the best ever.

And that I know for sure.

                 Koufax and the curveball

Sandy Koufax has exceptionally long fingers.   

CLINT HOSFORD shook hands with him in Dodgertown and came
away amazed at the size of Sandy’s hands.
  That may explain why
Koufax had such a great nose to toes curveball.  Long fingers give
you tremendous snap on a breaking ball.  Of course, you have no
control over that and there are a whole lot of pitchers who throw
great hammers with smaller hands.

 Koufax was an extraordinary athlete.  Legend has it he was such a good basketball player he could have gone into the NBA right out of high school.

                                         A CUP OF KOUFAX
Trying to hit Koufax is like trying to drink coffee with a fork.”
                        --Slugger WILLIE STARGELL, who crushed
475 home runs in his 21 seasons with the Pittsburgh Pirates.

                                         NOLAN SAYS
“Sandy Koufax was the most dominating pitcher I ever saw throw.  I was on
Sandy’s level in certain 
games.  But I wasn’t as consistent as Sandy Koufax.”
                        --NOLAN RYAN, who threw seven no-hitters
plus 12 one-hitters and notched 5,714 strikeouts with
a flamethrowing fastball over 100 mph.  He was in such
good shape his last no-hitter came at the age of 45.

                   KERSHAW LOADS TO EXPLODE

This is a beautiful example of a great pitcher leading with his lower body and driving to the plate with a strong shoulder TILT.     

KERSHAW hesitates at the top of his knee raise, which puts a severe road block on his momentum, and that is certainly NOT recommended.  But he gets down the hill in good order, staying loaded through his stride.

Great athletes often overcome minor mechanical problems and the delivery works for him.

 

T12 and 160 Prospects

        The Showcase at Rogers Centre

Tournament 12 wrapped up in Toronto with the Atlantic team clipping Quebec 1-0 in the final on a combined no-hitter.  But that is about as important as a tweet from The Donald.

After all, T12 is a Showcase, a Canada Has Talent for 160 of the best young players from Victoria to St. John’s. 

The west coast was well represented so let’s take a look at the B.C. kids who invaded Rogers Centre for four days.

                The kid from Richmond

          Justin Thorsteinson

He just may be the best pitching prospect in the country.  Let’s take a look at the evidence.

For openers, he sits on 85-86 with movement and he touches 87.   What’s so impressive about that you say.  Well, Justin is only 15.  He’s also 6-3 with a pitcher’s body.  And he’s left-handed, which means he handcuffs a third of pro hitters.  What’s not to like?

But wait, as they say in the infomercials, there’s more.  Justin threw for the Futures team in Toronto and fixated on the 11th letter of the alphabet.  KKKKKK.  Six of them in three innings against the Atlantic Maroon.  He then switched to the 23rd letter.  WWW.  Three walks in the fourth inning just to prove he’s mortal.  “My leg started to cramp,” he said.  “I couldn’t really control my form but I didn’t want to use that as an excuse because it happens to everyone.”

I love that quote.  He gave a reason for his lack of command but he refused to use it as a crutch.  Instead of whining and looking for a way out The Kid Took Responsibility.  It’s called Makeup and scouts love it.  He reminds me of Ryan Dempster.

Thorsteinson leads with his hip.  This is a great load.   (Photo courtesy CBN)

There were a few more great quotes in the Canadian Baseball Network story written by David Morassutti.

“I am trying to develop my changeup and my curveball is not too good right now,” Thorsteinson said.  “Coaches tell me to stick to my fastball because that is my best pitch.”  Of course it is.  His calls the snakey movement on his heater “lefty luck.”

The kid has a head on his shoulders and he doesn’t lack for confidence.  “I have some games where I just feel untouchable,” he told Morassutti.  “I don’t really know what’s going on because I am throwing it right down the middle and it seems to get a lot of batters missing.”

                           "He's FIFTEEN"

And who has him on their radar?  Well, how about Hall of Famer Robbie Alomar who calls him “impressive.”

Or former Blue Jays bull pen ace Duane Ward who says, “He’s 15.  He’s FIFTEEN.  He has so much upside.  And he has an idea of how to pitch.”

Or Justin Morneau, the power guy from New West who won the AL MVP in 2006.  “Every time I talk to him it’s inspiring,” Thorsteinson says.   “He’s always telling me to work hard and remain passionate, which has been important for my development.”  Thorsteinson is also a prospect picking at first base and swinging the bat and having Morneau as your mentor is like an investor getting tips from Warren Buffet.

What’s more, the young man comes from good stock.  His uncle is Jason Thorsteinson who was drafted by the Montreal Expos in 1991.

                    Adam Loewen, Easy Gas

All of which reminds me of Adam Loewen, surely the greatest baseball talent ever in Canada.

Adam was a first round draft pick (fourth overall) in 2002 and signed for $4.2 million with the Orioles.  He was 6-6 and could have been a first rounder as a hitter.  In high school he sat on an easy 94-95, touched 96 with no strain whatsoever and had a ticket to the Hall of Fame pasted on his forehead.  The ball erupted out of his hand like a lightning bolt.

But somewhere along the line Adam went from Easy Gas to Sludge.  The Orioles managed to turn the lightning bolt into a power outage.  When I saw him in 2004 for some bizarre reason he was throwing as much as 18 inches against his body, which is like drag racing with the brakes on.  His velocity dropped to the high 80’s and he eventually wound up with a steel plate holding his forearm to his bicep.  Since then he’s made a comeback as a hitter and then again as a pitcher.

I’m not saying Justin Thorsteinson has Adam Loewen talent.  No one does.  But the kid can pitch and he can hit and, if he works hard enough and absorbs the right advice, he has a rock solid chance.  And that’s all you can ask.

Now get this.  Thorsteinson is in grade 10.  And he already has a ride at Oregon State.  For 2020.  The Beavers are an NCAA powerhouse and they lose about as often as the Cleveland Indians.  For their staff to be this high on a high school sophomore is like betting on a yearling to win the Kentucky Derby two years from now.  And that is the most compelling evidence of all.

Justin is with the Langley Blaze these days so I just gotta talk to Doug Mathieson and find out when he’s throwing in fall ball.  Should be fun.

 

Dearing and Palmegiani, the Junior Nationals

           Tate Dearing

A solid prospect from White Rock, who is also now with the Blaze, the most auspicious program in Canada.  My spies tell me he was touching 88-89 at Rogers Centre, which means he’s a good one and the junior nationals are the 10-metre springboard.

          Damiano Palmegiani

He has a pro body at 6-1 and 180, a strong arm, and he can play third base or the outfield.  Give him a couple of college seasons and he’s a blue chip prospect.  "I like his size as a hitter," says Duane Ward.  "And he has a good arm."

CJ Pentland wrote a solid story on Damiano for CBN.

Suffice it to say he was born in Venezuela, hit the road to Surrey at age five, settled into Cloverdale baseball, one of the best programs in the country, caught the attention of Tim Blake and his brother Joe, and wound up at the Vauxhall Academy of Baseball in Alberta, which costs a whopping $14,500 but still attracts players like bees to honey.  In the summer he suits up with the Abbotsford Cardinals.

Palmegiani sets up.        (Photo courtesy Canadian Baseball Network)

“It’s been a very positive experience,” says Palmegiani.  “When I was in grade 10 in a room full of guys who were about to graduate, I was nervous.  Now and I’m in grade 12 and the younger guys are looking to me for advice.”

“He’s always been the athletic young player,” says Vauxhall head coach Les McTavish.  “Now we look to him to take a leadership role and I think that’ll take him to the next level.”

Palmegiani has a very realistic approach.  This was his second shot at the T12 and he learned from his first go round.

 “You’re playing at Rogers Centre so I just tried to have as much fun as I could and play loose.  Even in bad games I came out of it with a smile because you just don’t get that experience every day.  When you’re having fun you’re obviously playing a lot better.”

McTavish says the better the competition, the better Palmegiani plays. “He’s athletic, he’s got bat speed. As he gets bigger and stronger the sky’s the limit.”

“I like to be an all-around player,” says Palmegiani.  And he is.  He can beat you with the stick, a stolen base or a great play at third base.  That’s about as all-around as a circle.

 

     College Prep’s trio of blue chip prospects

Grant Rimer’s foster child, College Prep, is already paying great dividends to  Mike Sarai’s BC Baseball program.

Three Prep Prospects made the cut for the T12.

          Carter Harbutt

He went 17-4 this year, a stat that would light up any hurler from here to West Palm Beach.  That includes a pair of no-hitters, which was enough to plant him in the Canada Cup.  “His velocity for the T12 was in the low 80’s,” one source told me.  “But he still gets a lot of swings and misses because he has movement on his fastball.  When his velocity increases he’s going to be real tough.”

          Daniel Gernon

One scout told me, “He was the best player in the Canada Games and he’s really improved in the past couple of years.  He didn’t have a great tournament but he’s proved he can handle this level.  I like his arm and he can run.  He’s also developing power as a hitter.  He has a chance to be a real good one.”

Gernon’s scouting report from Perfect Game earlier this year agreed wholeheartedly.  “He has a large frame with a strong, athletic build.  Ran a 6.8 sixty.  Smooth footwork in the outfield, clean glove action, topped at 78 mph generating accurate carry on his throws.  Right-handed hitter who drives the barrel through the zone.  Good bad speed and strength.”

              Daniel Gernon gets dirty for the Canada Games

“Daniel is a truly gifted five tool athlete,” says his coach, Tony Walcott.  “His ability to get to baseballs in center field is astonishing. He projects as a top of the order hitter with power, high average and a bat speed of 94 plus.   Daniel has also led his team in steals each of the last four years. He’s dedicated and very coachable.”

A HITTING TIP--I watched a video of Gernon taking BP back in March and he had a nice little knee coil to get started and he stays inside the ball.  But he cut his swing off and didn't get enough extension.  He should try releasing his top hand on his follow through like Aaron Judge, Josh Donaldson, J.D. Martinez, Justin Turner, Gary Sanchez, Greg Bird or Mark McGwire, who crushed 73 home runs with a fluid, driving finish.  Extension through the ball will add any where from 30 to 60 feet to Gernon's shots and it's one of the keys to hitting for power.  But maybe he's already corrected that flaw.

                           How crucial is extension?

When you pull up and off the ball it's like throwing an anemic punch without commitment.  By contrast, Extension Through the Ball is the Godfather of Bat Speed, which is Pure Power.  Extension means the barrel stays in the hitting zone for as long as it takes to shower.  If you're early the bat head is still on line and you'll square it up.  A hitter who truncates his swing has a very narrow U-turn hitting zone.  But when you flow and extend you increase your chances of making solid contact as productively as  buying stock in Microsoft.

A lot of hitters, including Aaron Judge, will hold on with both hands on a pitch on the inside half and release the top hand to extend to something away.

Watch a video of McGwire.  It's absolutely amazing how long he kept the sweet spot in the zone.  As he released his top hand on his follow through the barrel seemed to travel forever.   Yes, he took steroids.  Yes, he cheated.  Which robbed him of a spot in the Hall of Fame.  He didn't need 'roids.  With that much Bat Speed and Extension he was a shoo in for Cooperstown.  Too bad.

          Tyson McInnes

“He seemed a bit nervous in his first T12 game,” one source told me.  “But he showed some guts and got better.  He sits on 83-84.”

Tyson’s Perfect Game scouting report was as thorough as a Chartered Accountant and as positive as winning the lottery.

“Lean, athletic build, 6-3, 180.  Projects for size and strength as he matures.  Right-handed pitcher with slide step or medium leg lift.  Balanced on back side with a slight coil. Utilizes lower half well driving to the plate.  Fastball flashed some life through the zone with occasional run and topped out at 85 mph, curveball had tight break, worked both sides of the plate and located down in the zone. Worked quickly and with confidence.

“Right handed hitter with a slightly open stance and leg lift trigger. Balanced throughout swing with bat speed and strength at contact. Primarily worked to the middle of the field but flashed the ability to pull the ball.”  .

“Tyson possesses all the tools to become a top notch pitcher,” says coach Walcott.  “He was clocked at 87 mph after basically taking a month off. He has a tight curveball and a nice change-up. Tyson is very versatile, playing both corners of the infield, as well as the outfield.  And he has good power at the plate.”

A PITCHING TIP--I also saw a video of Tyson throwing in the spring.  His coil was pretty good and I like that change-up.  But he sat down a little too much at the top of his delivery and it caused him to lose his balance and spin out.  Some flex in your post leg is excellent but sitting down too much (Drop and Drive) is almost always a problem.  Drive first with some flex and THEN drop.

 

               From Bass to Yahiro

          Brett Bass OF

An Abby outfielder who can run and has a ride at Purdue, which tells you all you need to know.

          Kayden Beauregard C

“He had the best arm in the tournament,” one source told me.  “He works hard so his hitting will improve."  Another Abby kid.

          Declan Dutton RHP

“I really like him,” one spy said.  “He changed his delivery to get more drive down the hill.”  He’s 6-3 and throws for the Twins.

          Jayden Knight OF

Highly regarded.  Another Blaze stalwart who ran a 6.6, which is sizzling for a Canadian kid.  Shows some power at the plate and has a strong shot to be a college draft pick.

          Josh Laukenen SS/P

A Nanaimo kid who was solid at shortstop.  When he gets stronger swinging the bat he’ll be a good one.

          Madjik Mackenzie SS/RHP

His fortitude impressed one scout.  “He’s a little tougher than the average player and he showed a lot of competitive spirit and enthusiasm.  He can play in the infield but he’ll probably wind up being a pitcher.” He has some size, 6-2 and 180.

          Travis McDougall RHP

“He’s huge,” one source said about the Abbotsford pitcher.  “He’s 6-6 and 200 pounds and he has velocity with movement.  I’d love to see him hit 90.  My only concern is they use weighted balls and I’ve never seen that help anyone.”  Which, of course, is a matter of considerable controversy and we’ll have more on that in the near future.

          Theo Millas RHP/INF

He notched the mid-80’s for the Futures team with Heavy Heat.  “He was fearless and threw all of his pitches for strikes,” says Duane Ward.  Millas, who is 6-4 and 180, was on the hill for Jim Chapman and the Reds this season but I’m told he’s now with the Blaze.

          Carter Morris RHP

If Justin Thorsteinson is the King of the Hill then Carter is the Prince.  The accolades keep piling up like snowflakes in Aklavik.  “His sinker was 84 mph and he showed a great slider,” said Mario Dias, who pitched in the big leagues for nine years.  “He was up to 87 and he has a plus change-up,” said T. J. Burton, who threw for the better part of a decade in the minors.  "He was gunned in the low 80’s to 86,” another scout said.  “He has a reasonable breaking ball and he’s not afraid to throw his change-up.”

Carter Morris drives down the hill.   (Vernon Morning Star photo)

Morris, who hails from Vernon and pitches for the Okanagan Athletics, doesn’t have a profile soaring as high as Thorsteinson but scouts will always find a good arm, even if he's throwing snowballs in that Aklavik blizzard.  And being on the edge of the spotlight can have its advantages.  Development is all about coaching and work ethic and Carter is a blue chip prospect now.  I’m told he’s in grade 11 but one scout said he’s only 14.  Really?

          Dylan Ohlsen SS/3B

“He can swing the bat,” I’m told, “and he showed some power.”  Another from Abby.

          Joe Sinclair LHP

A Twins crafty lefty in grade 11 who threw in the low 80’s.

          Liam Vulcano SS
         Johnny Vulcano SS

“They’re about the same,” a scout said.  “They really hustle, which I love, and they have good hands."  Both are enrolled at Vauxhall.

          Jayden Wakeham C

“I like him a lot behind the plate,” another source said.  “He had some good swings at times and he has promise if he works on his hitting.”

          Hayden Wilcox RHP

I’m told he threw the hell out of the ball in tryouts as an unknown from the Island.  Levelled out at 83 in the T12 but he’s big, 6-5, 190, and he projects as a prospect.

          Dion Wintjes C

A North Van kid who looks like a solid college guy.

          Taisei Yahiro CF/LHP

He burst on to the radar a year ago.  Didn’t have a great tournament but one scout said, “He’s a good kid and he’ll do well in college ball.”

LINE DRIVES—The guy who nails down the details for T12 is JAMIE LEHMAN, the director of Canadian scouting for the Blue Jays.  “A large number of these players have the potential to play pro ball,” he says.  "But we want to put the best 160 on the field and give them the opportunity to get to the next level, whether that’s college or pro.”…His crew of evaluators includes the likes of GEORGE BELL, ROBERTO ALOMAR, DUANE WARD and JESSE BARFIELD, which is a Blue Jays Hall of Fame…Plus scouts like DON COWAN, who patrols these parts for Toronto and is one of the best in the business, spending countless hours watching PBL, midget and bantam prospects…When they first started T12 a lot of players didn’t attend tryouts but now they’re breaking down the fences to get in.  Well over 1,000 get a shot and Lehman adds, “Players need to go to sleep knowing we really worked hard to put together a top 160.”…I checked out the VAUXHALL website to see why so many B.C. players wind up throwing and swinging in Alberta.  The city of Vauxhall, with about 1,100 residents, is about halfway between Medicine Hat and Lethbridge, the home of the PRAIRIE BASEBALL ACADEMY(Is everything in Alberta an Academy?)…On their website the VBA has a schedule of fees.  At first they say the total is $14,600.  But when you add up the costs they come to only $10,600.  At which point they list the total fees at $15,600.  I’m sure they’re pretty good at coaching baseball but Math is not one of their strong points.

 And the cutter up and in

                  Osuna and the WBC

Roberto Osuna and the World Baseball Classic.  Not a good mix.  Not a good idea.

The Blue Jay aficionados on Sportsnet all have their theories about why Osuna has blown 10 saves, which is like you or me dropping 10 grand playing blackjack at the Hard Rock Casino.  Blue chip closers squander 10 games about as often as you’d wear shorts in Antarctica.  In fact, they seldom get that chance.  After six or seven they become a set-up man.

I wrote a story in March about the WBC and why it’s not cool for guys who make their living on the mound.  No MLB pitcher should throw in the WBC.

I know, I know, it’s all about patriotism and what you can do for your beloved country.  And these guys get pressured to be a stand-up guy and wave the flag for good old England (do they play baseball in England?) or good old Japan or good old Venezuela.  So they do the right thing.

But is it?

In February Osuna was suffering from a cervical spasm, which means he had a pain in the neck, probably caused by muscle strain, fatigue or overuse.  The obvious correction is rest.  And more rest.  He should have waited until late in the month to throw again and then gradually put it together during spring training in Dunedin.  I can’t emphasize enough how much pitchers have to protect their arms (or their neck) with REST at the right time.  Overused muscles are in danger.  They are weakened and vulnerable.  Bad things are lurking, circling like vultures waiting to strike.

But Roberto still took to the hill for Mexico in March.

And wound up on the 10-day DL in April.

The pride of Mexico, and rightfully so.  But pitching in the WS, not the WBC.

Roberto Osuna does not get paid to pitch for Mexico.  He’ll make $552,000 this year and all the cheques will be signed by the Toronto Blue Jays.  I have great respect for the way Mexico has nurtured so many great MLB players.  But most of them develop in the minor leagues in the good old United States of America and that’s where they make their bones.

Let’s take a look at some crucial numbers.  The regular MLB season is six months.  But your goal is to reach the World Series and stretch it to seven.  If you pitch in the WBC you’re stressing the elastic band until it threatens to shred.  You’re tying the pitcher into a Medieval Rack and tightening the screws until you can hear the tendons and ligaments pop.  (Forgive the gross hyperbole.  Just making a point.)

You should be playing catch and gradually long tossing in January, throwing light to medium bull pens in February, and then heating it up gradually in March as you prep for the real thing.

        Listen to the Supraspinatus.  It knows the score.

But, to pitch competitively in March, you have to speed up the process.  If you throw in the WBC, you start a month earlier or your arm won’t be ready.  So the rotator cuffs groans.  The supraspinatus says to the subscapularis and the Teres Minor, “Can you believe this, guys, we’re starting a month early.”  They know seven months is a battle.  Eight is the Afghanistan War.

So Osuna paid his respects to Mexico.  I emphasize with Roberto.  He’s only 22, and he was caught between a Rawlings and a Louisville Slugger.  All that pressure from family and friends and Mexican teammates.

But it was the wrong thing to do.

There’s no way I can prove that. I can’t conjure up a pair of Roberto Osuna’s, one to pitch in the WBC and one to get ready for the Blue Jays in April.  But I know this.  MLB pitchers should never throw in the WBC.  Unless they think the World Series is just another road trip.

Spring training is the time to gradually build endurance, to work on mechanics, to experiment with grips.  Scores are meaningless.  You increase your workload methodically and your arm is not in danger.  But, even with pitch counts, the WBC is a pull, a pop, a tear just waiting to happen.

It isn’t just that Osuna strained his neck and went on the DL for 10 days.  It’s far more than that.  He should have been prepping for an April start geared to finish with the playoffs in October.  Pitching for real in March tosses a howitzer into the mix.  It upsets the rhythm of the season, it inserts a climax into the opening act when you should just be warming up.  And it wears you down for the crucial stretch run.  Which is when the Blue Jays need Osuna the most and why they’re paying him over half a million dollars.

      Act Two.  "You threw the cutter where?  Really?"

And here’s the second act.

When Roberto came off the DL he was throwing well.  And the Sportsnet gurus were doing cartwheels because he’d added a cutter to his repertoire.  Hallelujah, they cried, in tribute to this wonderful sophistication.

Until things started going bad.  And the Cutter became Al Capone.

The cutter is the pitch of this century but it has become a cliché and greatly overused.  It can be a mediocre fastball unless you’re the next coming of Mariano Rivera.  And who is?  Gregg Zahn underlined that and, of course, he’s right.  Zahn and Buck Martinez both zeroed in on one mystery pitch but I think they missed the point.

The Master of the Cutter, jamming or sputtering off the end of the wood.

Osuna went into the ninth with a one-run lead against the Orioles until Welington Castillo devoured a cutter up and in and rocketed a shot over the left field wall.  At first I thought it was a limp fastball because no righthander would ever throw a cutter up and in to a righthanded hitter unless he was suffering from early Alzheimer’s.

But that’s where Miguel Mantero was holding the glove as a target.  Up and in.  Yes, he was.  If you can tell me why you win the door prize, which is a DVD of Rivera’s cutter jamming lefties and on the end of the bat for righties.  Rivera threw to one spot, the same corner no matter on which side of the plate the hitter was standing.  I asked Justin Morneau and he said the cutter looked so tempting, like a normal four-seamer, it was tough to lay off.  Until it curled into his hands.

In his later years Rivera added a backdoor cutter but it was always to a lefthanded hitter on the outside corner.  Up and in to a righty?  About as likely as Kendrys Morales sprinting in the Olympics.

                          Rattle the Snakes

A spinning cutter is an anemic fastball with as much break as a laser.  And Osuna throwing it up and in to Castillo is like ambling in to a den of rattlesnakes and asking them to keep it down, stop all that rattling, because the baby is sleeping.  I understand the theory.  Make Castillo think it’s a fastball inside to back him off and then cut it onto the corner.  Uhuh.  Your margin of error is as slim as a pin and you’d be better off just throwing a BP heater down the wazoo and getting whiplash as the asteroid leaves Maryland.

Maybe someone should have asked Montero why he wanted a cutter up and in and why Osuna didn’t shake his head.  I would have called time and asked Miguel if he was suffering from sunstroke or if Castillo was his brother in law.

I like the World Baseball Classic and it’s fine for hitters, who get a chance to fine tune their timing with real at-bats.  But it can be toxic for a pitcher.  Roberto Osuna has a great arm and a solid career ahead of him.

And I think Mexico will be even prouder of him when he’s closing like a vise in the ninth inning of game seven of the World Series.  Maybe next year.

 

“That stopped it right then.  It was over”

                        Stealing signs

Nailing the Red Sox for stealing signs is like giving a jaywalking ticket to Tony Soprano.  Or fining Bernie Madoff $5,000 for insider trading.

Sign stealing is a baseball tradition.  Sometimes it works.  And sometimes it’s a recipe for sitting on the seat of your pants in the batter’s box.

In this case the Red Sox were getting the signals relayed electronically to a trainer who passed it along to a player on the bench like Dustin Pedroia who then let the hitter know, probably with a verbal signal.  Which is about as complicated as filling out your tax return.  You have to give them credit for speed reading.

This CIA subterfuge is reminiscent of the 1980’s Chicago White Sox who had a 25-watt refrigerator bulb imbedded in the Comiskey Park scoreboard, directly in line with the hitter’s vision as he looked at the pitcher.  A spy sat in the manager’s office, watching the telecast, and fingering a toggle switch.  When he saw the catcher put down two fingers, he’d flip the switch and the bulb would light up.

Tim McCarver, the erudite Cardinals catcher from the days when dinosaurs roamed the earth, has some great stories about Bob Gibson, one of the most competitive pitchers to ever toe the rubber.  To call Gibson tough would be like saying Bill Gates has a few bucks.

McCarver ambled out to the mound one game to give some advice to his pitcher.  “Get back behind the plate,” Gibson said.  “The only thing you know about pitching is you can’t hit it.”

Bob Gibson, one of the greatest ever.  And one of the toughest.

Most sign stealing comes from a runner on second base, which is as legal as walking your dog, but can also be dangerous, especially with a guy on the hill like Gibson, who was renowned for his vicious slider and a heater in the mid to upper 90’s.  Gibson also loved to come inside to back hitters off the dish.  “They can only have one side of the plate,” he’d say.

McCarver remembers when a runner on second was relaying pitches.  Gibson noticed.  At which point he turned to the runner and said, “You better stop that.  Or someone is going to get hurt.”  Needless to say, the hitter, feeling a bit sick to the stomach, implored the runner to cease and desist.

                  Relaying signals from second base

So how does the runner relay pitches?  Paul Molitor was an expert.  He’d tap his helmet or knee.  Some guys will rub their hand across their chest for a fastball or their thigh for a curveball.  To indicate location the runner might lean on either foot or reach out a bit with his arm.

Obviously, the catcher is flashing multiple signals with a runner on second and it’s hieroglyphics to most fans.  Usually the first or second sign is live.

But they might also use the first signal as an indicator.  If the catcher puts down three fingers it means the third signal is the pitch.  So if he follows the indicator by flashing one finger, then three, then two and finally four, the pitch is a curveball.  Or the catcher can tap his uniform in a certain spot as the indicator.  For instance, tapping the chest protector means the second signal is live, touching the knee says it’s the third.

Or touching the uniform at a certain spot is actually the signal and the fingers the catcher puts down are only dummies to entice the runner.  Is that complicated enough?

                     Going up and in as a reversal 

But there is also one very violent way of putting an end to all this sign stealing nonsense.  A reversal.  If the catcher touches his mask it means you throw the opposite of what he calls.  He then flashes a set of signals, calling for a curveball down and away.  Which reverses into a fastball up and in.  And the hitter, who has been tipped by the runner, is leaning over the plate expecting a breaking ball.  When he either gets nailed by the high heat or winds up eating dirt, he will never trust a relayed signal again.

A lot of hitters don’t want anyone giving them signals.  That includes Hall of Famers Cal Ripken and Tony Gwynn.  "What if they're wrong?'' Gwynn once asked.  Former Blue Jays slugger George Bell was apparently pretty good at stealing signs himself but he was once crossed up when he acted on a tip from the runner.  Bell dove in over the plate, expecting a breaking ball, and was drilled in the head by a fastball.  Suffice it to say, Bell didn’t think too kindly any more about stealing signs.

                         Tony Gwynn.  "What if they're wrong?"

I think guys like Bob Gibson actually welcome a runner trying to tip the hitter.  It means they have free rein to retaliate without anyone complaining.  This was underlined by Goose Gossage, the lights out Yankees closer who had a sizzling fastball with life and a slider that was so filthy it needed a bath.  "If we thought hitters were getting signs relayed from second base, we would call a breaking ball, and then I'd throw a fastball up and in. That stopped it right then. It was over. They were done."

                 Taking a peek.  "That's a no-no."  

Some hitters have actually been know to take a peek at the catcher’s signals while in the box.  Minnesota Hall of Famer Bert Blyleven, who had one of the best curveballs ever, said, "That's a no-no. I don't think too many players peek back at the catcher. If they're caught, it's up to the pitcher or catcher to say something.  If you do it again, there's going to be repercussions.”

And Orioles ace Jim Palmer remembers the time Jim Spencer, who was a friend of his, was sneaking a look at the fingers of catcher Rick Dempsey.  “I walked off the mound and said, 'If you do that again, I'll hit you in the side of the head.' I threw the next ball right down the middle and he took it for strike three."

So the Red Sox are stealing signs electronically and that’s forbidden.  But I’m pretty sure it’s not unique.  And, in this era of smartphones and technology that never sleeps, I’m also sure baseball teams will find ingenious ways to get an edge.

Chips imbedded in a players head that pick up telecasts?  Sensors in your back pocket that read the catcher’s signals?  Alien space lasers that buzz a tiny nugget in your ear?  UFO’s with Martians who are betting on the World Series and flashing signals through Mind Control?

The possibilities are endless.

   Dr. George Chalmers, a Renaissance man

We lost a great man three months ago.

Dr. George Chalmers.

George is not the past.  He is with me right now.  He’s a wonderful doctor, a loyal friend, a perceptive mentor, and one of the finest men I’ve ever known.  He’s an encyclopedia of medical knowledge.  But, much more than that, he understands how you feel, how you think, what troubles you, what you need, what he can do to help you live a better life.  His perceptions are nuggets, as valuable as any gold rush.   He always has time to listen and his advice is sincere and compassionate and wise. 

George Chalmers understands.

Doctor Chalmers is a spiritual man who writes poetry and screenplays.  He believes.  I cried when I found out he had passed.  But he is still here.

One of my best memories of George was at Ambleside Park in West Van while he watched his son, Kyle, play first base for the Twins 20 years ago.  George never interfered.  He was quiet, restrained, but obviously proud of his remarkable son.  He was the perfect baseball parent.

I love you George.  And you live with me now.  In my heart.  And in my soul.  Don’t just Rest in Peace.  Stay with us.  Forever.

I wrote the following story five months ago.  I highlight it again as a tribute to a great man and his son, Kyle.

THE DAY HE WENT DEEPER THAN MANTLE

  Kyle Chalmers—Godzilla

One of the biggest disappointment I’ve had in my career as a baseball coach was not getting Kyle Chalmers drafted.  I’ve had 23 players selected in the MLB draft, four of them in the top eight rounds.

But Kyle.  Why wasn’t he drafted?  I have no idea.  And that troubles me.  Because Kyle Chalmers wasn’t just a power hitter.

He was Godzilla.

Kyle, who was 6-4 and 230, hit shots so far I wonder if some of them are still out there, soaring like an eagle, leaving the stratosphere.  I will give you a trio of Jack Classics when he played for us with the North Shore Twins.  If these don’t impress you, then go back to watching beach volleyball.  The last one is my favourite.

The Eagle soars

PENTICTON--We’re playing the Coquitlam Reds.  Kyle crushes one, a monster over the right field fence.  Now this was in the small ball park with a short right field porch, less than 300 feet.

But there was a building outside the fence, maybe 70 or 80 feet tall, and the moon shot not only cleared the roof, it actually went over the whole damn structure.  Must have been at least 430 feet.  And, as Chalmers circled the bases, the Reds watched him in awe.

Back, back, back…and long gone

BELLINGHAMJoe Martin Stadium, a pro ball park and one of the great places to play.  My associate coach Paul Gemino remembers it well.

“Kyle hit a cannon shot.  Must have been two-thirds of the way up the light tower in centerfield and it reached it’s apex about the time it left the yard.”  The players and fans were virtually stunned.  “The whole place just went silent,” Paul says.  “The American umpires really liked our team, they said it was always good to see the Twins.  And the plate ump told me he really enjoyed watching that one leave the park.”

 Mickey Mantle, the greatest switch-hitter ever, who crushed 600-foot jacks.
A great centerfielder.   Speed?   Well, legend has it he was 3.3 to first base.
That was probably on a drag bunt, another of his specialties.

                    Mantle couldn’t, Kyle could

NANAIMODan Rogers is the Godfather of Baseball in Nanaimo.  He is extremely knowledgeable and as competitive as a caged lion.  I loved playing against the Nanaimo Pirates because Dan Rogers extended you, he made you think, he made you grow.  The Pirates ran, they battled, they took you to the limit, even against guys like Ryan Dempster.  If you didn’t get better after playing a Dan Rogers team you weren’t paying attention.

Nanaimo’s home park is Serauxmen Stadium, an imposing structure with deep fences.  And Kyle Chalmers popped one.  Not just a home run.  A rocket.  Over the centerfield fence, about a furlong away.  Now that distance is hyperbole but not by a helluva lot.

Paul, who was coaching first base, said, “Kind of got a hold of that one,” and Kyle, the strong, silent type, said, “Yep.”

I asked Dan Rogers about it.  “It was about 50 feet over the fence,” he said.  “And he hit it off my son, Brad.”

In 40 years there's been only two jacks drilled over the centerfield fence at Serauxmen.  One by Kyle Chalmers.  And one by Dan Rogers.  He says the fence is 410 but it plays farther.  “The wind blows out to left and right field but it’s dead air in center.”

And here’s the punchline.  Serauxmen was opened in 1976 and they invited some celebrities for the christening.  That included Mickey Mantle, the immortal Yankees centerfielder who punched 536 bombs in his brilliant Hall of Fame career.

The Mick was the ultimate Five Tool Baseball Player and his gargantuan power, far more than even the best of today’s sluggers, wasn’t just legendary.  It was earth shaking.

Two classic examples:

In a 1951 spring training game at USC he ripped a massive shot that not only left the ball park it also cleared the adjacent football field and finally landed 656 feet from the batter’s box.  He was still only 19 years old.  That was one of six Mantle cannonades estimated at more than 600 feet, including a drive that rocketed out of Tiger Stadium and bombarded a lumberyard across the street, 643 feet from the plate.

So Mantle took some swings for fun at Serauxmen.  In fact, a lot of swings says Dan Rogers, as many as 100.  And not one of them left the yard.  Not one.  Of course, Mickey had been retired for eight years and he may have been living up to the party rep that eventually took his life far too early, so it was very far from a true test.  But…

Kyle Chalmers.  Godzilla.  Mantle would have been proud of him.

 

                                      Maris and Mantle, the record is still 61

(Take a look at Mantle's bulging forearms.  Power starts from the ground up.  The legs and the core are the foundation.  And the final trigger comes from your lats and your forearms.  This man was a POWER MACHINE.)

 TRIPLES—The other celebs at the Serauxmen opening included Red Sox outfielder Jimmy “Fear Strikes Out” Piersall, who once did his home run trot running backwards, CFL great George Reed, one of the toughest running backs ever, and NHL Hall of Famer Johnny Bucyk.  Plus Chris Oddleifson, who became one of the most popular Canucks, and NHL referee Lloyd Gilmour, who once coached at Jaycee Little League in North Vancouver…Brad Rogers was only 15 when he tried to hum that fastball past Chalmers.  He eventually signed with the Baltimore Orioles and wound up playing seven pro seasons despite recurring arm problems that kept him out of the big leagues…Dan Rogers is now much in demand as one of the best umpires in amateur baseball.

From Kyle Chalmers:
"A big thanks to my old baseball coach Dave Empey for the write-up. It makes it extra special coming from him because he was one of my biggest mentors growing up. He was one of the most influential people in my life during those crucial years of transitioning from a boy to a man, not to mention that his baseball IQ and ability to develop players was absolutely incredible."

LONG TOSSING, THE BLUE PRINT TO ARM STRENGTH

          Josh Gaudette, a Big League Arm

I’m watching the Red Sox and the Indians.  Runner on second, Edwin Encarnacion gives a clinic on how to drive a curveball.  Head down.  Focus.  Bend your knees and get down to it.  He blisters a shot to left field. 

At which point Andrew Benintendi comes up throwing and unleashes a pathetic, loopy, lazy lollipop.  He skyrockets the cut and the catcher runs it down 20 feet wide of the plate.

Did you ever wonder why so many big league outfielders have such weak,  anemic arms?  And why so often their throws are seldom in the same postal code as the plate?  Benintendi is far from alone.  Ezequiel Carrera with the Jays has an arm that resembles spaghetti in action.

Andrew Benintendi.  Yes, he's a great young hitter.  But can he throw?

Of course, MLB teams don’t take pre-game infield/outfield any more but they can’t use that as a cop-out.  When they’re warming up it’s pretty easy to long toss and fire one-hop bullets to your partner.  You can even incorporate a cut-off man.

But do these guys ever long toss?  And I mean really long toss?  Cutting it loose, throwing hard on a line.  Not fluttering, limp floaters with about as much commitment as a kid eating broccoli.  You see that all the time.

If you are a young, aspiring out-fielder please develop your arm.  Warm-up properly.  And long toss as much as it feels good.  Throw on a line.  One-hop.  Extend your arm and gain power.  Your pitchers and catchers will thank you.

We had a center-fielder with Vancouver, Josh Gaudette, who was a Cannon and had a cannon.  He threw laser beams, on target and on a line.  Ropes.  It was as if he’d taken a fungo bat and drilled a line drive to the catcher.

Josh had a better arm than most MLB outfielders I see.  Maybe he should show some of these guys how to long toss.

 

KNEE COIL, SLIDE STEP

        Where there’s Smoak there’s firepower

Thank the Baseball Gods for Justin Smoak.

Take a look at his stride.  He starts with a simple knee coil that shifts his weight on to his back foot.  Now he’s loaded like cocking a pistol.  Then Smoak takes a smooth, relaxed slide step.

And explodes.

Simple.  Precise.  No wasted motion.  Absolutely nothing to go wrong.  This is why Smoak is so remarkably consistent.

                                                  Smoaking 

By comparison we have Jose Bautista and John Donaldson.  They are knee raise guys.  I have no idea why.  A knee raise accomplishes absolutely nothing.  You can’t drive a baseball until your front foot is planted so what’s the point of lifting your knee, which takes longer to get into hitting position?  It’s like raising your chop sticks two feet above your head before you dig into the chow mein.

When you knee raise it’s harder to stay balanced and you have a timing problem.  You’re lethally vulnerable to breaking balls and you’re lunging at change-ups.

Bautista and Donaldson tend to be hot or cold because the Knee Raise is The Godfather of Inconsistency.  They overcome this road bump because they are such good athletes.  But why do something you have to overcome?  It’s like swinging with one hand tied behind your back just to prove you can do it.  I'm pretty sure Donaldson has actually reduced his knee raise a few inches lately and also sped it up a bit.  It's almost imperceptible and it may be more subliminal than conscious.  But, if so, good on him.

By comparison, Smoak is warm almost all the time and blistering hot quite often.

I’ve seen too many young hitters who knee raise.  Probably they’re copying Bautista and Donaldson.

Now they can emulate Justin Smoak.  Bravo and amen.

The following is the story I did on The Stride many moons ago.  It empathizes the importance of simplicity in your mechanics.

 

Five Ways for a Hitter to Stride

  This is a great set-up.  This guy gets
it.  His hands are deep, he's balanced and
loaded and he's coiled to explode his hands
and hips.  This is LAUNCH.  How you get
there should be precise and simple.

         You see a lot of hitters doing a knee raise as they begin their stride.  John Donaldson and Jose Bautista are classic examples.

        Not a good idea.  I know, you’re saying, “But those guys are great hitters making millions of dollars.”  True.

        But that doesn’t make a knee raise right.  Maybe they succeed because they’re just great athletes who overcome a negative.  Maybe they just get so much BP they can compensate.  Maybe they’d actually be even better if they did a coil or slide step.

        Whatever the answer I’m very much against young hitters emulating a knee raise.  There just isn’t any point to it and it has too many negatives.

        You can’t hit a baseball until your stride foot lands solidly.  It doesn’t matter how you get there.  One way or the other your front foot has to be down before you explode your hands and hips.

        So what does knee raise accomplish?  Nothing as far as I can see.  But I can definitely see the negatives.  Timing problems.  Balance problems.  Excess motion problems.  When I watch Donaldson hit I wonder why pitchers don’t throw him more change-ups.  If he depends on the knee raise to give him rhythm and momentum the circle change or split will screw that up real good.

        So what are the alternatives?

        NO STRIDE AT ALL—Just like pitchers you see this more and more.  Albert Pujols is the classic example.  For years he just coiled his front knee a bit and let it rip.  No stride.  And guys like Javier Baez with the Cubs underline this technique.  Baez used to knee raise but, when he went to a coil with no stride, he became a much better hitter.  The key is getting loaded with the coil.  It’s so simple, no wasted motion at all, there is virtually nothing than can go wrong.  A gift for your timing.

        SLIDE STEP—This is the time honored stride used by the majority of hitters.  Load.  Then take a short slide step, maybe six to eight inches.  Pop your hips.  The length of the stride is optional.  This is Evan Longoria's approach.  Paul Molitor, one of the most efficient hitters ever, used a stride so short it was almost imperceptible.  Mike Piazza, one of the most prolific catchers of all time, popped 427 jacks and was .308 lifetime using a simple slide.   By contrast, Pete Rose's slide step was about three feet.  Of course, Pete only collected 4,256 hits in his illustrious  career, so what does he know.  (Think about that.  Rose averaged 177 hits for 24 years.  How consistent is that?)

       KNEE COIL AND SLIDE STEP—You simply coil the front knee toward the back knee and take a slide step.  This really helps the hitter get loaded and it’s far more efficient than a knee raise.  Justin Smoak is the epitome of knee coil and slide step.

        Why is Edwin Encarnacion so consistent?  Pretty simple, really.
When you slide step or toe tap you keep it simple.  And simple works.  

TOE TAP—I like this one a lot.  Sammy Sosa used it and so does Troy Tulowitzki and Edwin Encarnacion, who, for my money, was the most consistent of the Blue Jays.  You start with your front foot extended basically to where you finish your stride.  As the pitcher begins his delivery, you load by pulling the foot back about six inches.  Then you simply slide step.  So, you ask, why toe tap, why not just slide?  Well, the toe tap is important because it brings your weight onto your back foot, a classic load, one of the keys to hitting.

        So there you have it.  Try them all, including the overblown knee raise.  Experiment.  Find out what works for you, where you seem the most comfortable with the best balance.  Where you have the ineffable feeling of power by loading to explode.  It’s your call.

Zito, Mulder, Hudson, Koch, Tejada

              Moneyball, the Farce

 I’m watching Brad Pitt in Moneyball a few weeks ago.  When you talk about Alternative Truths this flick qualifies like Dubbya and The Donald.

Now I concede that Billy Beane is a brilliant baseball mind and the highest profile GM since Branch Rickey.  He thinks so far outside the box he isn’t even in the cereal.  Beane is a diamond heretic.  In the Baseball Almanac you look under the word Rebel and you see his selfie.  Billy Beane doesn’t wait for a consensus.  He acts on his own perceptions.  He’s the epitome of Sinatra’s My Way.

I like all that.

                                                             Billy Beane, the Rebel

And I think he had some very interesting ideas as summed up by the Michael Lewis book and the movie of Moneyball.  Lewis is an exceptional writer and The Big Short is his masterpiece.

But Moneyball is all garbage.

It’s really pretty simple.  The Oakland Athletics won 103 games in 2002.  What’s more, they ticked off 20 victories in a row that August, which happens about as often as housing prices drop in Vancouver.  But not because of Scott Hatteberg or Chad Bradford.  Try these names:

Tejada
Hudson
Zito
Mulder
Koch
Liddle

Miguel Tejada put up astronomical numbers in 2002.  He ripped 204 hits for a .308 average.  He scorched 34 jacks and drove in 131 runs.  He also scored 108 times.  But then, of course, he was only a shortstop and that’s not a very important position, is it?  After all, middle infielders pop 131 ribbies all the time.  Don’t they?

Was Tejada even mentioned in the movie?  I don’t remember.

Okay, Hatteberg did notch .280 with 68 RBI’s.  So, obviously, he deserves star billing over Tejada because he fits the protocol of Billy Beane and the Sabermetrics of Bill James.  Right?  The truth be known, Beane dissed Tejada, calling him a wild free swinger, which didn’t fit the Moneyball Code of Honour.  So ignore 34 big flies and 131 clutch runs.

Which brings us to the real reason the A’s were Top Dogs.  Take a look a these numbers.

Barry Zito, 23-5 and 2.75.
Mark Mulder, 19-7 and 3.47
Tim Hudson 15-9 and 2.98
On top of that the closer, Billy Koch, went 11-4 and gunned 44 saves.

Barry Zito.  Did he really assassinate JFK?  Or did he just win 23 games?

As a Quartet of Lethal Terminators those guys were 68 and 25.  That’s as good as it gets, like selling a script to Steven Spielberg.  All the Sabermetrics in the heavens don’t mean dung compared to pitching that dominant.

So, of course, you heard Brad Pitt piling on the praise for Zito and Mulder and Hudson and Koch over and over in the movie.  Over and over and over.  You heard that.  You did.  You didn’t?  Well, at one point I think he told Hudson to throw his slider more, or something like that.  Perfect recognition of a great pitching staff.

I guess 68 and 25 doesn’t compare to Bradford’s four wins.

Cory Liddle?  Well, he was only 8-10 but he won five straight in August with a 0.20 ERA and that included three victories when the A’s put up their ineffable 20-game streak.  By the way, Koch had either the win or the save in 12 of those games.

Moneyball is an interesting movie.  And Lewis is a brilliant writer.  But it’s all a farce, as far from reality as the fairy tale of the delusional conspiracy addicts who believe JFK was assassinated by Martians.  Or Jimmy Hoffa.  Or Babe Ruth.  That’s it.  Ruth did it.  Or was it Barry Zito?

 

BAUTISTA INTO THE FIVE HOLE

       Time for Goins to Lead Off

The Black Hole this year for the Blue Jays is the lead-off spot.  Kevin Pillar did a good job before he cooled off.  So John Gibbons went to Jose Bautista, a curious choice with very mixed results.

Yes, Bautista occasionally leads off with a blast.  But more often he sputters, barely staying above the Mendoza line.  Bautista is not a lead-off man.  He doesn’t make enough contact and he isn’t a prolific base stealer. 

So where do you go if you’re Gibbons?

For me the answer is simple.  Take a shot with Ryan Goins, Ezequiel Carrera and Darwin Barney.  A Triumvirate.

                     Goins can run...and slide

AGAINST RIGHT-HAND PITCHING
Goins SS
Donaldson 3B
Smoak 1B
Morales DH
Bautista RF
Pearce LF
Martin/Montero C
Pillar CF
Barney 2B

AGAINST LEFT-HANDED PITCHING
Barney 2B
Donaldson 3B
Smoak 1B
Morales DH
Bautista RF
Pearce LF
Martin/Montero C
Pillar CF
Goins SS

Your swing man is Carrera.  Slot him in the lead-off spot if the stats against certain pitchers call for it.  He replaces Pillar or Pearce.

Yes, I know Goings is also not challenging .250.  But he’s produced a lot of key RBI hits and it’s time to find out if he’s bona fide at the top of order.  He's feisty and he can run.  If not Goins then go to Barney, a smart contact hitter, or Carrera, who punches gap singles and doubles and is Toronto’s Citation on the bases.

Bautista is as far from a lead-off man as a Sumo wrestler is from riding in the Kentucky Derby.  Drop him into the five hole where his sporadic and intermittent jacks can produce crooked numbers.  And find out if Goins, Barney and Carrera are really big league hitters.

What has Gibbons got to lose?  He's a player's manager, which is fine.  But it's time for him to start making demands on guys pulling in salaries in the top one-hundredth of one percent of everyone on this planet.  Hell, there's a waiting list of guys in the minor leagues who can hit .216.

POWER AND VELOCITY

  Lefebvre and Myette spearhead 16U camp

With Jim Lefebvre and Aaron Myette at the helm the BC Baseball 16U camp steered a perfect course over the weekend.

For three days in Aldergrove the camp focussed on power.  Lefebvre is a premier hitting coach and he emphasized driving the ball.  And former big league pitcher Myette zeroed in on the hurlers adding velocity.

Over 30 players attended and 15 will be selected for a wood bat tournament in Tacoma July 5 to 9.

Lefebvre, 75, spent eight seasons as a Los Angeles Dodgers infielder.  He was rookie of the year in 1965 and a National League all-star a year later.  As a coach he is thorough and committed and he has a gift for communicating.  He wants hitters to stay inside the ball and use the whole field.

With the Dodgers Lefebvre was a mainstay at second base in an infield that included Jim Gilliam, Wes Parker and Master Thief Maury Wills, who stole more bases than Kelloggs has cornflakes.  He posted a century in 1962 with 104 steals.  Amazingly, all four infielders were switch hitters, which gave manager Walt Alston more versatility than Russell Crowe.

Jim finished his playing career in Japan and went on to coach the Chinese national team.  "China represents the greatest untapped reservoir of baseball talent on the planet," he said.    "Developing baseball in China is a long-term project.  Our ultimate goal is to make it part of the culture, to get kids playing in the streets. It's happened with basketball and it can happen with baseball.  It's only a matter of time before Chinese baseball has its own version of Yao Ming."

Lefebvre has managed three MLB teams.  He led the Mariners to their first winning season in 1990 and has also been the skipper of the Cubs and Brewers.

Just to show his versatility Levebvre tried his hand at acting, including Batman, where he played a henchman of the Riddler, Frank Gorshin.    "Appearing as one of the Riddler's gang was one of those things that just sort of fell into my lap, and it was a real enjoyable experience."

Myette, who hails from New Westminster, toed the rubber for the Whalley Chiefs and threw college baseball for the University of Washington Huskies.  The White Sox drafted him in the first round in 1997, the 43rd pick overall, and two years later he was pitching in the big leagues.  He spent six seasons in the majors with the White Sox, Rangers, Indians and Reds.

The supporting cast of coaches for the 16U camp included Brian Ginther from Cloverdale, Stu Holloway from the Vancouver Mounties College Prep, Orville Germaine from Aldergrove and former Coquitlam Reds and BC Selects legend Bill Green.

MLB DRAFT

    Cade Smith, the pride of the Cougars

BC Baseball’s College Prep division scored big on Wednesday when Cade Smith was drafted in the 16th round by the Minnesota Twins.

Smith, a strapping 6-5, 220-pound righthander, tosses bullets for the Chilliwack Cougars and coach Shawn Corness.  The Twins selected him on the third day the of the MLB amateur draft, making Smith the 466th player chosen overall.

                                     Eddie Michels photo, courtesy Canadian Baseball Network

The 16th round poses an intriguing puzzle.  It’s high enough to sign a pro contract for at least a few bucks.  But Smith has a ride at the University of Hawaii at Manoa, a solid alternative.  If he doesn’t sign and heads to Waikiki he won’t be eligible for the draft again until after his junior year of college baseball.  Manoa, by the way, is one of the most affluent areas of Honolulu.

Cade’s size offers a lot of potential and his fastball should explode as he matures.  As one scout said, “I like everything about him. I think the velocity will come.  But where would you rather go?  The rookie Gulf Coast League in the Florida heat or to school in Hawaii?”

Smith has a high profile with Greg Hamilton’s Canadian national junior team.  In the Dominican Summer League trip this year he posted 11 strikeouts in nine innings on the hill.

                                         Cade Smith

The Orioles hook Jason Willow in round 24

Victoria Mariners shortstop Jason Willow was picked in the 24th round by the Baltimore Orioles.  After Baseball America rated him at 72 in their list of the best high school prospects he was expected to go in the top 10 rounds but getting drafted at all is a monster accomplishment.  

          Here is the story we did on Jason back in March.

FIELD OF DREAMS

             The Strength of a Willow

I was talking to Mike Chewpoy about Jason Willow and we were wrapping it up after 40 minutes when he added something that dug into me like a streak of lightning.  “Maybe the greatest compliment I’ve ever heard about Jason,” Mike said, “is that he looks like a baseball player.  He walks like a player, he moves like a player, he acts like a player.”

Exactly.

Now on the surface that may seem like a Giant Enigma inside a Conundrum surrounded by a confused Question Mark.  But ask any good scout and he’ll tell you a “GUY” is a dude who looks like he can play.  There is this innate athleticism, this sense of grace under pressure.  It seems to radiate from his genes.

Of course, ultimately, you have to do it on the field.  And Jason Willow does.

Willow plays shortstop for Chewpoy’s Victoria Mariners in the Premier League.  For the next three months he’ll be scrutinized like a prize race horse heading for the Kentucky Derby.  The June Draft is the Field of Dreams, the Academy Awards, and the Oscar can be as elusive as chasing the End of the Rainbow.

Back in November Baseball America, the Bible of the Diamond, rated Jason at number 49 on the list of the top 100 high school prospects.  Heady stuff.  To call it impressive is like saying Warren Buffet is well off.

After talking to scouts, Chewpoy, the mastermind who has directed the Mariners for a couple of decades, figures Willow could go in the Top Five rounds, maybe even a sandwhich pick in the top two.

Jason Willow in action.  (Tyler King photo courtesy Canadian Baseball Network)

So what does the young man bring to the game?

Let’s start with leadership.  “Our guys follow him,” Chewpoy says.  “He makes it easy for me to coach.”  Two of the most noteworthy Victoria grads are Michael Saunders, currently with the Phillies, and Kyle Orr, who played several years in the minors.  Jason asks about them, wanting to learn from their success.  .

 Willow’s been playing a lot of third base with the Junior Nationals, mostly because Adam Hall is embedded at short.  Hall, from London, Ontario, is ranked number 36 overall in the draft and that includes both high school and college prospects, which means he has a Wyatt Earp shot at the first round.

Canadian infielders often slide to their right when they play pro but Jason appears to be good enough to stay at short.  “The scouts see he can play there," Chewpoy says.  “He has a cannon.  He throws 90 mph across the diamond.”  That means he has range.

                  Barreling Heat in Long Beach

And he can hit.

BA was impressed with his bat speed in Long Beach when he barrelled heat in the Area Code Games.  “He drilled a home run against a big prospect down there,” Chewpoy points out.  In fact, it was described as a "missile line drive that carried well" in the Canadian Baseball Network rundown.

The Rawlings Perfect Games scouting report piled on the accolades like whipped cream, calling Willow a "standout" swinging a hot bat and a "very interesting young athlete."  Not to be outdone, Baseball America was impressed by his power and the line drives he ripped up the middle and into the right field gap, which is always a sign of a young hitter who gets it.

Defensively, the scouts liked his hands, his smooth athleticism and his strong arm.  One report said, "He can play center or shortstop."

"It was a super cool experience being around
the culture of Cuban baseball and seeing
how much they love playing."

It may be a bit premature to call Willow a bona fide Five Tool Player but he certainly has the ingredients to bake that cake and Mike says he works hard every day to keep improving.  “He’s the best athlete I’ve coached since we had Saunders in 2004.”

One of those tools is speed and Jason is 6.9 in the 60, which is about pro average.  Last year he stole around 30 bags and Chewpoy is impressed with his base running smarts.

From my experience a lot of Canadian kids don’t understand the value of Baseball Strong.  Power is simply Strength Plus Speed and intelligent weight training is the key to muscle.  Chewpoy tells me Willow is squatting over 300 pounds for sets of six to eight reps.  And he’s in good hands.  The Mariners have a strength coach, Scott Blewett, who stresses leg and core work, the Holy Grail Foundation of sheer power.

                                (Photo courtesy Canadian Baseball Network)

                   Make-up: the Mantra of the scouts 

So we’ve covered some physical tools.  But one of the key words in the vocabulary of any scout is MAKE-UP and we’re not talking facial fashion here, folks.  Make-up is on the inside, not the outside.  It’s all about courage, resilience, heart, perseverance.  All those intangibles that are actually more tangible than anything, if you can buy into that messy contradiction.  I’ll give you a classic example.

It’s April, 1995 and 17-year-old Ryan Dempster is pitching in the most important game of his amateur career.  He’s just back from a trip to Notre Dame with a full ride sitting on the table.

About 30 baseball gurus are on hand, including scouting directors and cross-checkers, the CEO’s of MLB gold-mining.  Ryan would go high in the draft but this one was as important as sunscreen at a nude beach.  A dynamite turn on the mound would ignite a feeding frenzy as frantic as the Dallas Cowboys O line attacking an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet.

Ryan liked to long toss when he was warming up and you could hear the ball go “zinnnng,” a visceral, sizzling sound.  But not on this day.

Suffice it to say, he threw five mediocre innings.  We kept hoping his arm would come alive--but nada.  Instead of his usual 90, 91 he topped out around 85.  "My arm just felt dead," he said.

              "He showed me he's a man."

But throughout all of this Ryan Dempster kept his head high.  After each inning he came off the mound like he was throwing flames.  He didn't sulk or punch the dugout and his posture stayed as positive as The Rock.  He could have blamed Jet Lag or the mound or an Alien Space Laser or whatever, but he adamantly refused to make excuses.  Instead he competed like a tiger, never giving an inch.  It’s the same perseverance that armed his MLB career for 16 seasons.

"He showed me something," one of the scouts said, later.  "He's a man."

There are days like that when you just don’t have it.  And those are the games that define you as a player.  Can you pitch when you’re only at 70 per cent, when your breaking ball has no bite, when your command is as Wobbly as a Weeble?  Can you dig in at the plate when your legs are lead and your bat speed feels like a Dream in Slow Mo?

That’s Make-up.  What’s inside you.  Scouts see that courage and resilience in Jason Willow and it’s just as crucial as crushing a fastball or gunning a runner from deep in the hole.  Without Make-Up you are an empty vessel.

                  Remember Joe Pepitone?  

And here’s something I like even if it won’t add a drop to his resume.  Mike has a baseball trivia game and Willow challenged him to a mano a mano duel, the coach versus the SS.  “He almost beat me,” Chewpoy says.  “He knew names from back in the 1950’s.”  My friends, in these days of Twitter quickies, when most players have barely heard of Hank Aaron let alone Joe Pepitone, that knowledge is as unusual as Elon Musk having no idea.

BA’s 49 slot is as solid as Microsoft.  You never know about the draft but Willow’s chances of being selected in at least the Top 10 rounds seems as likely as Clayton Kershaw throwing strikes.  He also has a full ride at UC Santa Barbara tucked into his back pocket, which gives him as much leverage as Bill Gates (staying with Microsoft here) when it comes to bonus money.  What's more, the Santa Barbara coaches like him at shortstop.

Willow is the Travelling Man, donning cleats in Long Beach and stops in Florida, Cuba and the Dominican with the Junior Nationals.  He was impressed by the Cubans.  “It was a super cool experience being around the culture of Cuban baseball and seeing how much they love playing,” he says.

Right now he's with the JN, looking forward to the season with the Mariners, and then the U18 World Cup slated for Thunder Bay in September.

Obviously, he’s not taking anything for granted, but by then it’s more likely he’ll be saddled up as a rookie pro in Florida or Arizona.

 

TOMMY BALL

 Jaycee Little League, the best years of my life

I coached Little League baseball for over a decade and those days were like gold.  

Forgive me if I reminisce just a little because there’s a point and I’ll get to it eventually.  My base was Jaycee Park in North Van and the memories are vivid and enthralling.  

Coaches like Ross Scott and Derek Ward and Les Brown, who became my friends.  And Chris Zuehlke, who coached with me until he died tragically after a rugby accident.  And I still miss him.

The parents were wonderful.  Tom and Jeri Konkin and their marvellous daughters, Jody and Tanya, the Blanchards, the Geminos, the Ladds, the Cables.  They were supportive and they cared. 

And the kids were great.  Bruce Malcolm and Neil Moody and Doug Blanchard and his brother Murray and Paul Gemino and Mike Doodson and Rick Pimlott and Doug Scott and Danny Rae and Martin Greene and Danny Konkin and Brian Smith and John Van Dyke and Danny Ladd and Mike Cairns and Jeff Jackson and Larry Kerr and Gary Easton and Benny Leclair and Gordie Smith and Billy Brown and…

Tommy Ball.

Tommy was a lights out righthander.  Migawd, how much I wish I had video (film in those days) of Tommy’s delivery.  Fluid, dynamic, explosive, perfect.  He was as good as it gets.  A troubled kid but a brilliant pitcher and a great hitter.

Let me give you this as an intro.  Because sometime in the future I’ll return to Jaycee Little League and the years when we won 11 district championships.  Those kids were that good.

But, for now, I’ll connect with Tom Ball, who has proven to be a very compassionate, caring and wonderful human being.  All the best, Tommy. 

I give you this because Tommy took the time on Facebook to acknowledge the birth date of  the late Led Zeppelin drummer John Bonham.  Baseball and rock music.  The greatest Doubleheader and Exactor of them all.  

 

              John Bonham of the legendary Led Zeppelin.  Kick ass, John.

 

Marco Estrada

        The Educated Yankees Show Discipline

For openers, I have great respect for Marco Estrada.  He locates, he has a blue chip change-up.  He’s smart.  He’s a pitcher.  Enough said.

When Marco got hammered by the Yankees the conventional wisdom was that he was just missing his spots.  That may be partially true but it isn’t the story.

The Yankees simply acted like big league hitters.

What’s the book on Estrada?  He tosses in the occasional curveball or cutter but his whole game is based on the velocity difference between his fastball and his circle change, which is his Equalizer.  It doesn't have the movement of Pedro Martinez or Greg Maddux, who mesmerized hitters with change-ups that faded to a stop, snaking out of the zone like the ghost of Cy Young.  But his arm action is brilliant.  It says fastball when the baseball says Whoa.  And that makes Estrada's circle one of the best out pitches from here to Clayton Kershaw.

Marco's fastball is another matter.  It's a junior college heater, low 90’s and straight, but this is where his intelligence takes over.  He digs the secret of all good pitchers.  He elevates.

Yes, Estrada will throw his fastball down on the knees, but more likely he’ll be up at the letters or even neck high.  That 92 mph heat looks like batting practice when it’s in your eyes, as inviting as a snow cone, but as unhittable as 102 down.

And so many big league hitters just keep hacking away at pitches they can’t hit.  We saw it over and over when the free swinging Reds were in Toronto.  They licked their lips and drooled at every sky high fastball thrown by the Blue Jays pitchers.  And connected with little else but air.  It makes you wonder.  Are these guys just uneducated?  Don’t they have scouting reports?  It must drive their managers and hitting coaches up and down the wall.

So how would you attack Estrada?

It’s really pretty simple.  You either sit on his fastball.  Or you sit on his change-up.  One or the other.  Not both.  Never get caught half way in between.  Now, that’s pretty obvious.  But there’s more and it’s crucial.

If you’re sitting on his fastball, you think Belt Down.  Belt Down.  That’s the top of the strike zone.  At least it’s the top for the umpires, who have eviscerated the rule book strike zone, chopping off the top 12 inches.  I even had PBL umpires who thought the belt was high.

For a pitcher the belt is Very Bad Up.  But anything at the letters is Very Good Up.

Estrada depends on you chasing that inviting, tantalizing heater a foot out of the zone.  It’s a sucker pitch.  And the Yankees didn’t bite.  They were Belt Down.  They disdained high heat like it was an uninvited guest and it paid off with line shots.

That’s not hard to teach.  Visualization helps.  And drills.  Set up a tee with the ball at the belt and have the hitter rip away.  Same thing with flips or off a batting machine.  Finally, short toss.  Everything at the belt until the hitter gets it branded into his brain.

On the flip side, Yankee catcher Gary Sanchez gave a classic seminar called Sitting on the Change.  He stayed back, refused to lunge, waited, waited some more, got a pair of circles on the inside half, and crushed them both for jacks.

It takes discipline.  And it takes educated hitters.  But shouldn’t big league hitters be disciplined and educated?  I think so.

15U Camp

         Reggie Smith, the Epitome of a Winner

 

There is a lot to like about Reggie Smith.

For openers, he is not a slave to technology, which seems to rule the world of baseball these days.  We are inundated with endless stats, some of them very useful, but a lot as limp as a wet dishrag.  I still don’t know what WAR means. 

“Computers and statistics cannot tell you what’s inside a person,” Reggie says.  “I wanted to drive in 100 runs and score 100. If I got close to those numbers, that’s how I judged if I had a good year. Things like slugging percentage didn’t mean anything to me. It was what I contributed to winning ball games, like the opposing manager pitching around me.  My on-base percentage only mattered if I was able to score. If you aren’t scoring, what good is it?”

Amen and Hallelujah.  Someone who gets it.

Smith was here for BC Baseball's 15U development camp where 41 players competed for a spot on the team for the Great Lakes Classic in Chicago.

                   The 1977 Topps Reggie Smith card, available on ebay        

                   Seven Times an All-star

Smith, 72, is a borderline Hall of Famer, an all-star seven times, and one of the greatest switch hitters ever, with a career average of .287 and 314 home runs.  What’s more, he was also a roadblock defensive outfielder and a renowned team leader.

His perspective is refreshing.  “We played more for the love of the game.  I’ve seen players pushed into baseball by their parents because of the money.  I’ve seen players walk away from it for that very reason.  They didn’t love the game and were playing it because someone else wanted them to.”

When it comes to winners Reggie Smith is at the head of the class.  In his 17 big league seasons his teams played over .500 baseball 15 times.  “I felt whatever team I went to got better.  I took pride in wanting to be the best player I could possibly be but, more importantly, I would do whatever it took to win. If you look at guys like Frank Robinson, wherever they went, they made those teams better.”

He played with and against a truckload of legendary talent, including Bob Gibson, Carl Yastrzemski, Lou Brock, Ernie "Let's play two" Banks, Willie Mays, Orlando Cepeda, Billy Williams and Earl Wilson.  “A true superstar to them was the player who made his team a winner. I’m not talking about players who want to go to a winner. I’m talking about players who could go to a team and make them winners. That was something that was pounded into me.”

                    1977 Dodgers were Loaded  

He thinks the 1977 Dodgers, who finished 10 games on top, were the best team he ever played for.  “We had everything.  Never before had there been a team with four guys to hit 30 home runs — and if Rick Monday hadn’t gotten hurt we would have had five. We had pitching, speed, defense, power and hitting. We had guys who knew how to play the game and knew how to win. It was fun, because the game was usually over by the fifth inning.”

His outfield arm was a Winchester rifle.  “I took pride in guys not being able to turn the corner. Pitchers used to tell me how much they appreciated that. I didn’t have as many assists as a lot of other outfielders, but Tommy Lasorda said, ‘Who is going to run on you?’ They stopped running on me, and that was more important to me than anything else.”

Smith's passion for the game undoubtedly engulfs his baseball academy in Encino, California.  “My purpose in life is to teach. My goal is to share the things I’ve learned.  I set up foundations to help kids who want to play baseball and go to school. I want to give back.”

He’ll be giving back right here in the first week of June.  And a whole lot of 15U players will be receiving the education of a lifetime.

LINE DRIVES—Reggie Smith has been known to brawl a little bit.  In 1978 Dodger pitcher Don Sutton voiced his opinion that Reggie was more valuable to the club than first baseman Steve Garvey, who didn’t agree.  It led to a clubhouse wrestling match between Smith and Garvey, a split decision either way…And three years later a Giants fan named Michael Dooley made the mistake of taunting Reggie and then throwing a batting helmet at him.  Making like Ty Cobb on a mission, Smith jumped into the Candlestick Park stands and threw some punches at Dooley.  Reggie was ejected from the game and Dooley was arrested...Only five months later Smith signed with the Giants as a free agent but we have no record of how Dooley felt about that…Smith finished his career playing two seasons in Japan with the Yomiuri Giants.

 The 41 Players invited to the 15U camp

Cody Hendriks, Jamie Buckle, Joey Houston, Marlo Spence,
Noah Thomas, Ryan McCarthy, Jacob Wegner, 
Derian Potskin,
Diego Colebourne–Urcuyo, Connor McIntosh, Tyler Burton


Nathan Berrington-Dom, 
Kyle Hepburn, Thomas Baybay,
Boston Warkentin, Grayden Hunter, Lucas Longoria,
Taiki Suzuki, 
Kenneth Sugi, Jonathan McGill, Max Yuen


Joshua Siemens, Ronnel Castro, Jude Hall, Thomas Richards,
Finn Crozier, Logan Domanski, Nathan Sawyer, Keegan Lott,
Dane Giesbrecht, Scott Kang, Nathan Yeung, Oliver Para


Ethan New, Eathan Powell, Brady Fehlauer, Sean Heppner,
Braedy Euerby, Michael Weibe, 
Aaron Gibson, Tyler Mendoca

15 players will travel to Chicago for the Great Lakes Wood Bat Classic, July 6-9.

 

MANTLE, ROSE, SMITH, SIMMONS

              The Art of Switch-hitting

Mickey Mantle and Pete Rose are the two most dominant switch-hitters ever.  Mantle powered home run shots and Rose sprayed base hits.  Both of them were strong from either side of the plate.

Mantle detonated an explosion of switch-hitters in the 1970’s.  At one point as many as 18 per cent of major leaguers swung from both sides of the plate.  That has dwindled somewhat but there are still a number of switch-hitters, including Kendrys Morales and Justin Smoak with the Blue Jays.

The advantages are obvious.  It’s a lot easier hitting a curveball when it’s breaking toward you.  But there is one main disadvantage.  You need to take BP from both sides of the plate and sometimes it’s hard to get enough swings.  That’s why a lot of younger players don’t switch.

If you feel at all natural from both sides you should give it a try.  College coaches love switch-hitters.

                  .300 from both sides of the plate

Reggie Smith played with catcher Ted Simmons, who was also a switch-hitter.

“I might have hit for more power,” Reggie says, “but Ted was a better switch-hitter than me. He was the only switch-hitter I ever saw who didn’t seem to have a weakness in terms of how you pitched to him.

“ Left-handed, I was a better low-ball hitter. Right-handed, I was a better high-ball hitter. Ted Simmons didn’t seem to have that problem. He was a line-drive hitter and he did that from both sides.

“In 1974, if you look back, that might have been the first year that you had switch-hitters on the same ball club who hit .300, and .300 from both sides of the plate. And we both had 100 RBIs with almost an equal number from both sides.”

 

Pro Up-dates

                                TOM ROBSON

Tom has given up only one earned run in his last nine innings with the High A Dunedin Blue Jays.  All told he’s thrown 17.1 innings with 20 strikeouts and only seven walks.  That’s significant.  Tom’s problem last year was command but he continues to fire strikes, a very good sign.

                                ROWAN WICK

The AAA Memphis Redbirds put Rowan on the 7-day DL so he hasn’t pitched in over two weeks.  Rowan had one tough outing when he gave up five earned runs, which plays havoc to a relief pitcher’s ERA, but he bounced back in his last three trips to the hill.  Overall he’s posted 14 K’s and only six walks over 13.1 innings.

 THE HAMMER, UNCLE CHARLEY, THE DEUCE

                          The Curveball

For a long time now the slider and the cutter have been the primary breaking pitches.  They’re easier to control than the curveball and far more likely to get a called strike.

Most TV analysts don’t know the difference between a slider and a cutter and that’s understandable.  The cutter has a flat break (Mariano Rivera) and is often thrown in the mid-90’s.  The slider has less velocity and more depth.  The cutter morphs into the slider when the pitcher just turns his hand a bit more.  

Suffice it to say I call them Cut Sliders because there’s such a fine line from one to the other.

For awhile Uncle Charley was in danger of becoming Uncle Dinosaur.  But it’s still a great equalizer.  Clayton Kershaw and Adam Wainwright are lights out with nose to toes breaking balls and surgical command.  And there have been some great curveball pitchers over the years, including Sandy Koufax, Dennis Martinez, and Bert Blyleven, who had a Hammer of Thor with the Twins and the Angels.

                      The mystery of the Curveball

I've had pitchers tell me they can't throw a curveball but I don't believe it.  It's not some mystical enigma wrapped in a conundrum.  It's really pretty simple to learn.

When kids start throwing curves they think you spin it with the index finger--but it's the middle finger that applies the action.  The knuckle-curve, for instance, is really an effort to get the index finger out of the way.

Place your middle finger parallel with the seam in the horseshoe.  You can angle the ball a bit to hook your finger.  Experiment--what feels right is right.

         The Classic Curveball grip with the middle finger pulling on the seam.

The curveball is thrown with the palm facing in as your hand comes past your head.  The ball comes out over the index finger as the wrist pulls down.  The middle finger applies the spin.  CAUTION: Don't come around the ball and twist your wrist.  This is elbow agony.  Simply pull down out front and follow through.  Get on top and snap your wrist forward toward the plate.

You want the four seams to catch the air.  But this is not the only grip you can try.  I'm told Blyleven gripped the ball across the narrow seams and Barry Zito, who had nasty stuff, threw his hammer off his index finger.   

Make sure you keep your elbow up.  By getting on top and pulling down you avoid hanging your breaking ball in the eyes of the hitter. Hanging a curveball is like giving a hitter a free pass to Uncle Charley’s Home Run Derby.   

When you’re first learning to throw a curve, you can point your index finger at the target as you let your middle finger impart the spin.  In fact, some pitchers throw their curveball by lifting their index finger off the ball.

You want your curveball to break down--not just sideways.  Flat equals fat and you want a 12-to-6 break that handcuffs the hitter.  The wrist snaps forward without twisting.  That protects the elbow and shoulder. 

DO YOU COCK YOUR WRIST?—Usually not--but you might try cocking it in to see what happens. It reduces velocity but makes for a bigger break.

                               CRUCIAL

Don’t be afraid to bounce the curveball.  Hanging breaking pitches are a hitter’s dream come true.  You want your hammer to “drop” and finish under the knees.  Downward break is much harder to line up and you see big league hitters often swinging at pitches in the dirt if the spin is nasty and tight.   Of course, your catcher has to do his blocking drills to keep the ball in front of him…but that’s another story.  

          Hall of Famer Bert Blyleven.  Notice the grip is across the narrow seams.

 Blyleven's curveball warm-up

Many moons ago I saw Blyleven pitch in the Kingdome.
When he warmed up he threw about 20 fastballs and
then moved in to about 40 feet and his catcher stood up.
Bert spun the ball for a  couple of minutes, nice and easy,
feeling the rotation and getting his elbow loosened up.
He then stepped back on the mound and threw a set of
curveballs.  I loved this because Paul Gemino and I had
been doing that exact same routine with our pitchers for
several years with the Twins.  Try it.  It works.

 

   Should young pitchers throw curveballs?

There are many age old controversies in baseball.  Should Pete Rose be in the Hall of Fame?  How many hot dogs could Babe Ruth eat in one sitting?  Was Ted Williams really a better hitter than Joe Pepitone?  And, of course, the classic enigma, should a 12-year-old throw curveballs?

There have been many studies on this and most of them are negative.  And they're right.  Curveballs ARE hard on the arm.

But so are fastballs.

In fact, if you really want to protect your son's arm don't let him throw curves.  But also don't let him throw fastballs.  In fact, don't let him throw at all.  Maybe you should just keep him in a bubble.

I don't mean to be cavalier about this.  I'm paranoid about a pitcher's arm no matter what his age.  I think it should be taken care of at all times but I'm not convinced that curveballs are the main culprit.   But, still, if you are a coach or a parent and you're not sure, then concentrate on change-ups as a second pitch.  A good change-up is invaluable.

    There are four major ways to hurt your arm:

         Not warming-up thoroughly.
         Weight-training without knowing what you're doing.
        Poor mechanics.
         Throwing too many pitches too often.

Any one of these can do more damage to your arm than throwing curveballs.  Throwing any pitch with bad mechanics is like lighting a match in a hydrogen factory.  Sooner or later you’re going down in flames.

                         STRESS ON THE ELBOW

 I've seen a lot of kids throwing curves that are dangerous because they twist their elbow.  They learned this on their own or from an older pitcher.  You can stop them from throwing curves in games but, if they're going to fool around with them on their own, it's much better to teach them proper technique to protect their arm.  

And, if you're going to win at tournament time, you'd really like to have curveballs in your arsenal.  They are obviously very effective at any level--and I've seen 12-year-olds with some beauties.  Just make sure the kid is throwing them right and don't let him overdo it.

                It's a calculated risk and it's your choice

I don't have any problem with young pitchers throwing curveballs.  But only if they're throwing them PROPERLY.  I've taught kids 11 and 12 to throw curves and none of them had sorearms.  And how do I know there wasn't damage that showed up later in their life?  I don't.  And therein lies the heart of the problem.  We can never be absolutely sure about these things--and anyone who says he's sure is a fool.

But life is full of calculated gambles.  And, as a coach or a parent, how much risk the pitcher takes is up to you.  If you want to eliminate curves from his diet--then feel free.  You may be absolutely right.  But…

Good mechanics and proper warm-up will eliminate most of the problems in throwing breaking balls. 

Bad mechanics are the grand daddy of all arm damage.  Bad mechanics are like General George Custer riding full bore to Little Big Horn--a disaster waiting to happen.  Nothing will lead to shoulder or elbow damage faster than throwing off balance or off line.  There are definite risks in throwing curveballs--but good mechanics reduce them considerably.

                  Teaching the Curveball

Baseballs curve because they spin.  That's obvious, of course, but understanding spin is what it's all about.  In the beginning the pitcher just holds the ball up alongside his head, palm facing in, elbow as high as the shoulder and fingers on top.  Take a step, pull down with the middle finger, and spin the ball out over the index finger.   Spin it to a receiver 20 to 30 feet away--or into a fence or a sofa in the living room.  Feel the spin.  

                  Spin with Proper Arm Action

Gradually lengthen this out and spin it with full arm action, just taking a step.  No knee raise.  Make sure those mechanics are right--elbow up, fingers on top--and spin the ball 30 to 40 feet, maybe 10 to 15 times.  Check and make sure there's no elbow soreness.

                 Flat Ground Curveballs

Throw curveballs on flat ground, nice and easy from your full delivery.  Same arm action, pulling down with the middle finger.  Emphasize a smooth follow through, pouring your shoulder to the plate.

                 Take it to the Mound

Throwing off the mound adds stress to the arm for two reasons: 1) There's a six inch drop for the stride foot and 2) The pitcher automatically gets pumped.  Now he's a pitcher and he's competing.  You need to throw from the mound but make sure you keep your discipline and don’t over-throw the breaking ball.    

                  PULL DOWN.  NEVER TWIST.  

I can't emphasize this enough.  Young pitchers think they have to “twist” their arm to throw a curve.  This puts tremendous strain on the elbow and leads to damage.

Don’t twist at the elbow.  Keep your fingers on top, palm turned in, elbow up, and pull the ball down out front.  It spins out over your index finger like a karate chop or pulling down a window shade.

DON'T TWIST. 

                                      

                               The Arm

Clayton Wick tuned me in to The Arm a classic book by Jeff Passan who dissects the reasons for the scourge of rampant arm injuries and Tommy John surgeries.  A great read every coach, every player, and, especially, every parent, should buy and ingest like probiotics.      

Passan did a perceptive interview with Eric Cressey, one of the best training gurus on this planet.  If you get a chance, take a look at Cressey's web-site.  You'll learn more about conditioning a baseball player than you ever thought possible.

Passan says nearly 60 per cent of Tommy John surgeries are done on teenagers, a staggering truth.  He singles out showcases and the incessant desire for velocity.

“I found a wasteland of ignorance, greed, and scars on the elbows of children,” Passan told Cressey.  “Showcases 11 months of the year. Radar guns trained on infielders throwing across the diamond. Out-of-control pitch counts for arms simply too young to handle the workload.”

American and Canadian pitchers were not alone,  Passan went to Japan to gain perspective.  “Japanese pitchers have a reputation of clean mechanics and hard work, and while that may be true, the results are devastating.”  As many as 40 percent of 9- to 12-year-old Japanese kids had UCL damage.  Passan saw boys diagnosed with arm injuries who were so young their adult teeth still weren't fully grown.  “Avulsion fractures. Frayed ligaments. OCD lesions. You name it, these kids had it. And it made me wonder how the Japanese baseball culture can live with itself choosing blind tradition over something as fundamental as the health of children.”

          "I found a wasteland of ignorance, greed,
and scars on the elbows of children"

His answer?  Pitch limits to stop overuse.  And emphasize command rather than maximum velocity.

He's undoubtedly right but pitch counts are common place.  And the radar gun rules.  I never allowed a Jugs or Stalker at practices because there's no way I wanted pitchers ever thinking about their velocity.  Develop.  Get better.  Let it happen gradually and never struggle to overthrow.

Quite frankly, there is only one way to protect arms.  Better coaching.  By better I mean coaches who care more about their players than winning a stupid baseball game.  Not just coaches who mouth every cliche in the book.  But coaches who actually care.  Coaches with compassion.

And, of course, they will hit a roadblock.  It's called parents.  And haven't we all seen fathers and mothers who think a W is more important than an arm?

     A lot of big league pitching coaches don't have a clue

But enough of this blatant moralizing.  Let's move on to the major leagues where the pitching coaches obviously have it all figured out.  They pocket lucrative salaries to keep their guys healthy and they've absorbed more expertise on The Arm than Michael Phelps knows about the breaststroke.  They are aficionados.  Gurus.  We know they spend days, weeks, months, studying the rotator cuff and the ulnar collateral ligament.  They have a Ph.D on stress, recovery and healing.  I'm sure they do.  Don’t they?

If you believe that give me a call.  The Brooklyn Bridge is for sale.

So here’s the harsh reality.

A lot of  big league coaches don't have a clue how to protect the arms of their pitchers.  The supraspinatus?  Is that a dinosaur or the brand name of a new Honda?

Is that arrogant enough for you?  What the hell does this jackass know, you say.  He’s nowhere and he’s calling MLB coaches incompetent.  

So tell me why there are so many Tommy John surgeries and so many pitchers hurt so often their middle initials are DL.  If you were an engineer for Ford and the new models kept stalling every 30 seconds do you think the CEO would pat you on the back and say, "No problem.  Just keep designing them exactly the same.  I'm sure they'll run fine some day."  The defence rests.

But not until we take a look at the Seattle Mariners pitching staff.

James Paxton, DL, forearm strain
Felix "The King" Hernandez, DL, shoulder
Drew Smyly, DL, flexor strain
Hisashi Iwakuma, DL, shoulder

Four starters off the grid.  Together they are being paid just over $49 million to sit and watch.  Not a great return on Seattle's investment.

I'm not blaming pitching coach Mel Stottlemyre, who hails from an iconic baseball heritage.  His father, Mel, Sr. was a five-time all-star, notching a 2.97 ERA over 11 seasons before excelling as a legendary Yankees pitching mentor.  And his brother, Todd, threw for 15 years with five MLB teams.  Obviously, Mel, Jr. has a piggy bank full of knowledge.

But there has to be a better way.

And, yes, there are answers to this hellacious epidemic of elbow, forearm and shoulder misery.  There really are.  But, as Jeff Passan so passionately points out, baseball doesn't seem to give a damn.

                  Throw.  Rest.  Recover.  Heal

When Paul Gemino and I coached the Twins back in the 90’s Ryan Dempster threw for us for three full seasons.  Never sore.  Never tight.  Never the slightest discomfort.  He never missed a start and he never left a game because his arm wasn’t right.  Three years.  Not a trace of an arm problem.  It took the Florida Marlins to send him to surgery when they pitched Ryan 638 innings in his first three and a half years in the big leagues.  What the hell, he was a strong 21-year-old who loved to pitch.  Saddle up and ride him.  Into the ground.

By contrast, Paul and I took care of our guys.  We never, and I mean never, had a pitcher come up sore.  In fact, we had kids come to us with elbow damage and we healed them.  Sometimes it took a week, sometimes a couple of months, but we got it right.

How?  Apparently, we knew what we were doing.

                  Never throw two days in a row

With the Twins our pitchers tossed two bull pens a week, 40, 60, 80 pitches.  Dempster often threw a century and it made him stronger with supreme command.  Throwing bull pens is a superb way to protect the arm.

But they never.  Never.  Never threw two days in a row.

Throw.  Rest.  Throw.  Rest.  Throw.  Rest.  Tendons and ligaments and muscles all need at least 48 hours to recover.  Would you lift for your chest two days in a row?  Of course not.  Rest is just as important as the session in the gym because your muscles need to repair so they can grow.  Throwing a baseball with any intensity at all is weight training.

Throw.  Rest.  Recover.  Heal.

So what do MLB teams do?  They throw every day.  I have no idea why.  To call it stupid is being nice because it’s almost criminal.

Pitchers.  DO NOT throw two days in a row.  Let your arm HEAL.  If you throw with any intensity when the joints and muscles are still crying out for rest and recovery you will do damage.  Tears, frays, strains.  The pain may not show up right away but you can bet your Game Boy they will accumulate.

This is not to say you shouldn't throw.  Just the opposite.  Throwing is good.  It develops endurance and strength.  Throw a lot.   But the day after you pitch or throw a bull pen is the time to RECUPERATE.  It's a day off.  A day to HEAL.

                              Zach Britton, Orioles closer, on the DL

       And there are a lot more ways to protect your arm.  

                                     Jobe's 

These are the exercises developed by Doctor Frank Jobe, the guy who invented Tommy John surgery.  He used them to rehab the elbow.  But we figured it was better to keep your arm strong so you wouldn’t need surgery.  So we used them every day as a warm-up before throwing.  Not just for our pitchers.  For everyone.

And get this.  We had pro players teaching guys how to do Jobe's.  They’d never heard of them.  This even happened with Doctor Jobe's own team, the Dodgers.

                     CRUCIAL: the "Thrower’s Ten”

Please check out this web-site.  It has great exercises to keep your arm healthy.  Recommended by Dr. James Andrews, the Tommy John surgeon.  Google it.  Use it.  PROTECT YOUR ARM.  These exercises are an ABSOLUTE MUST for every player, not just pitchers.  Smart pro and college players use them all the time.

                                   Tubing

This is a great way to loosen and strengthen your arm without having to throw a baseball.  Just go through your arm action using the tubing with the exact amount of tension that feels good.

How many times have you seen an MLB pitcher sitting in the dugout while his team scores six or seven runs and there are two pitching changes?  Maybe he sits for 15 minutes.  And his arm tightens…and tightens…and tightens.  When he goes back out he’s playing Russian Roulette with his elbow and rotator cuff.

With the Twins we raked.  We scored more runs than the Boston Marathon.  Pro hitters like Simon Pond, Ryan Kenning, Matt Huntingford, Nom Siriveau, Dom Laurin.  College hammers like Kyle Chalmers, Dustin Schroer, Sean Anderson, Andrew Clements.  And our pitchers spent a lot of time watching from the dugout.

Which meant their arms began to seize up.  Not good.  A tight arm is an injury waiting to happen.

So we hooked tubing on to the fence next to the dugout.  Any time our guys were at the plate for more than five or six minutes our pitcher would get up and use the tubing to keep his arm loose.  Tubing became their saviour.

When have you ever seen a big league pitcher do that?  Maybe they go into the clubhouse to have the trainer give them an arm rubdown.  That’s possible.  But mostly I see them in the dugout.  Watching.

 This is tubing you can buy on Amazon.  Fitness stores have all kinds.
Do your arm a favour and check out Throwers Ten for a full slate of exercises.

 Old School versus New School versus No School

Is it Old School thinking?  Probably.  Baseball is rampant with out of date theories.  Hell, I think some teams still have their pitchers running endless poles when they should be concentrating on 40 and 50 yard sprints to increase their Fast Twitch muscle response.  This is a game of fast twitch.  Distance running develops slow twitch, just the opposite of what we want.

Or is it New School?  In the story I did on Doug Anderson I mention Fergie Jenkins, who threw 30 complete games in 1971.  In those days guys like Bob Gibson and Sandy Koufax and Tom Seaver hated to come out in the seventh.  The game was their’s, they owned it.  And they developed the arm strength to finish what they started.  Of course, they also attacked hitters, throwing strikes.

These days if you mentioned Complete Game to a pitcher he’d think you were talking about something he can play on his smartphone.

Restricting pitch counts is good.  But developing arm strength with solid bull pens followed by rest is crucial.  Again.  Throw.  Rest.  Heal.  Do not throw every day.

Old School thinking.  New School thinking.  Or no thinking at all.  Take your pick.

But read The Arm.  Education is the best thinking.

           Are Ideas just for College?

Ideas, of course, are disturbing to a lot of coaches.
I’m watching Danny Salazar start for the Indians and
his ERA in the first three innings is a helium balloon.
So he walks Kevin Pillar to open the bottom of the first
and then gives up a three run blast to Jose Bautista.

Trouble in the first inning?  Hmm.  What should we
do?  How about just doing nothing.  He’ll work it out.

What you could do is have him throw 10 to 15 more
warm-ups and have a hitter stand in, reading pitches.
That would get Salazar in tune with the first inning
and it would also help the hitter.

An MLB team wouldn’t do that.  That’s college.

But isn’t college where you go to think?

                               And this is INSANE

There are parents asking for Tommy John surgery for their son—even though his arm is NOT injured.  They hear about pitchers coming back from TJ and throwing harder than they did before the operation.  And they believe the surgery increased velocity.

That’s ridiculous.  When pitchers rehab from surgery they use Jobe’s and tubing to regain arm strength.  These are the exercises they should have been doing BEFORE they were injured.  Tommy John surgery does not make you throw harder.  The REHAB exercises do.

So there's your choice.  Surgery on your arm, which means more than a year off the mound while you rehab.  Or doing Jobe's and tubing right now to strengthen your arm and keep it healthy.

Doesn't seem like a tough call to me.

Baseball Quiz

      How can one team collect six hits in
one inning and NOT score a run?

          (So far no one seems to know)

 

For Aurora Genai Sheffel

LITTLE THINGS, part two

 Never make the first or third out at third base

A lot of little things go unnoticed.  I’ll give you a great example.

The Blue Jays and the Indians.  It’s 4-3 for Cleveland in the third with the bases loaded and nobody out.  Brandon Guyer drills a shot into the right center gap and all three runners circle to score.

But Guyer isn’t satisfied with a double.  He heads to third and the relay nails him, Carrera to Travis to Barney, which is either a legal firm or Casey at the Bat.  (By the way it would be nice if someone could explain the difference between a relay and a cut to Buck Martinez.)

Obviously, you want aggressive baserunners.  They pressure the defence, they force mistakes, they ignite offense when the bats are in the holster.  But Guyer made a cardinal error, even if he isn’t from St. Louis.

Never make the first out at third base.  Just don’t do it.

Take a look.  When Guyer reaches second he’s in Scoring Position with nobody out.  This game is all about SCORING POSITION.  Once you get to second there is limited advantage in charging to third if there is any chance of being thrown out.  It's all about RISK and REWARD.

At clinics I ask players  which is the most important base.   Usually they say "Home."  I seldom hear "Second base."  So why do we do everything we can to keep runners on first?  We use cuts.  We tell our pitchers to slide step to stop the running game.  Our goal is keep the double play alive and stop that terrorist baserunner from advancing.

Because baseball is all about SECOND BASE and SCORING POSITION.  Take that mantra to bed with you.  Sleep on it.  It's the game.   

Brandon Guyer as a Tampa Bay Ray.  I don't mean to single him out because he's an outstanding player.  And he's certainly not alone when it comes to baserunning errors.  Let's just say he's doing a baseball community service by demonstrating.

Back to the Blue Jays and the Indians.  If Guyer stops at second and the next hitter, Yan Gomes, moves him over with a groundball or fly ball to the right side he's on third with one out.  Another groundball or sacrifice fly scores him.  That’s called Move Him Over, Get Him In and pro and college teams practice it every day in pre-game BP.  Every damn day.  It’s one of the sacred rituals of baseball.

In this case it wouldn’t matter because Gomes doubled.  And Guyer’s run never saw the scoreboard.

Of course, it would be a slight advantage to have Guyer on third with nobody out.  But he'd better be 100 per cent before he takes that shot.  One hundred per cent.  If he holds the fort, the Indians are up 8-3.  As it turned out the Blue Jays battled back gamely and won it 8-7.

With TWO OUT getting nailed at third is even worse, as pointless as collecting bubble gum wrappers.  In that case you aren’t scoring from third base on a groundout or a fly out.  So stay in Scoring Position unless it’s an absolute gimme putt.

 

            Tom Glavine--Ultimate Command

Undoubtedly the greatest myth of pitching is the cliché you hear all the time from TV aficionados.  “It takes years for a young guy to  learn how to pitch.”  Nonsense.

Want to know how to pitch?  Easy.  Here it is in 30 seconds.

1) Get ahead.  (Isn't that as obvious as breathing?)
2) Work both sides of the plate, painting the corners.
3) Up and in.  Low and away.
4) Change speeds.
5) CRUCIAL: In a hitter's count throw an off speed pitch for a strike.
6) Jam with a cutter.
7) Keep your sinker, curveball, slider and change-up DOWN.  But a four-seam fastball can be on the knees or elevated.  High heat at the letters is as tough to square up as a bullet.

HITTER'S COUNT--First pitch, 1-0, 2-0, 2-1, 3-1.  Even 3-2. 

So there you have it.  It didn't take years of experience.  One brief lesson and you know how to pitch.  If you've got any stuff at all your name is Ace.

IMPORTANT--The first rule here is the kingpin.  If you don't work ahead you will be in trouble the whole AB.  Pitching is obviously about throwing strikes.  Hitting spots is good but not if you keep missing.  And there's no point in throwing a curveball in a hitter's count if you can't get it over consistently.    

 

          BUT DO YOU HAVE COMMAND?

There’s a vast difference between "learning how to pitch" and specifics.  What do you throw Aaron Judge on a 3-1 count?  Who takes the first pitch every AB?  Which aggressive free swinger  chases breaking balls in the dirt?  Or can't lay off the high fastball?  Who goes oppo when he's behind in the count?  And who couldn't hit a breaking ball if you told him it was coming?  Specific information about specific hitters.  

That's why MLB pitchers have scouting reports.  There are countless subtleties and Greg Maddux had a zillion cooking in his cerebral cortex.  You may only face a certain hitter in one or two games each season but you can still keep a book on his tendencies.  If you’re pitching the second game of a doubleheader, for instance, take mental notes in game one.

       But scouting reports are useless without COMMAND.

Knowing how to pitch is as easy as A,B,C.  But executing that Game Plan can be as difficult as wrestling a grizzly bear two falls out of three.  If it was easy then a .150 batting average would lead any league in hitting.

                            BULL PENS

COMMAND starts with bull pens.  Forty pitch bull pens,
60 pitch bull pens, 80 pitch bull pens, whatever it takes.
Bull pens are crucial.  When you throw on the side,
developing endurance, velocity, movement and command,
the games will take care of themselves.  Just make sure
you get enough rest for your arm between sessions.
More on that later.

                   The Tom Glavine Game Plan

Great control makes great pitchers.  There was absolutely nothing complicated about Tom Glavine’s Game Plan.  The Hall of Fame left-hander nailed the outside corner over and over with his running fastball and his fading change-up.  And, then, when a right-handed hitter started leaning over the plate, Glavine kept him honest by busting him on the fists with a nasty slider.  

Fastball or change away, away, away.  Then the slider in.  

Does that sound like it would take years to learn?  It's as simple as a push-up.  And totally effective because Tom Glavine owned the outside corner.  Any Game Plan is as productive as stock in Coca Cola--but ONLY if you have the COMMAND to execute.

Can you slice and dice like Glavine?  Can you locate your change-up like Marco Estrada or Felix Hernandez?  Can you paint with movement and velocity like Jake Arrieta?  Can you fire violent heat upstairs like Chris Sale?  Can you snap off a nose to toes curveball that shatters the zone like Clayton Kershaw?  If the answer is yes, then stop reading this blog and buy a ticket to Yankee Stadium.  Not to watch.  To pitch.

                        KYLE HENDRICKS

Hendricks did a masterful job of demonstrating the value of command during the 2016 playoffs.  His control of  all three of his pitches handcuffed hitters and kept them off balance.

Kyle is not as overpowering as Arrieta or Jon Lester but he seldom throws a bad pitch.  A great pitcher combines athletic ability, hard work, courage and imagination.  Part science.  Part art.

And a whole lot of the Great Equalizer.  COMMAND.

COLLEGE PREP 18U

     Chuckers who are Catchers

If there’s any position in baseball that doesn’t get enough accolades it’s behind the plate.  Catchers are my favourite players but they often get taken for granted.

When I coached the Twins I had some good ones, including Jason Odegaard, Mike Dixon, Jeff St. Pierre, Cale Dugan, Toby Puga and Channin Liedtke.  But Sean Hotzak may have been the cream of the crop.  Sean received, he framed, he blocked and his arm was a Winchester.  No one ran on Sean.  If they did they were assassinated by a jump turn and a rifle shot.  He also played a mighty fine shortstop and closed on the hill.

And then there was Ryan’s younger brother, Chris Dempster.  Our pitchers worked a lot, sometimes as many as 10 of them throwing 50, 60, 80 pitch bull pens.  Our catchers sucked it up and did their duty, concentrating on framing and encouragement, which can make a pitcher feel like Marcus Stroman.

Chris often caught sides for an hour plus and, when I’d tell him to take a break, he’d just grin and say, “There’s one more pitcher to throw, Dave.”  For a coach, that kind of team commitment is as valuable as a winning lottery ticket.  Well, not quite.

                    Carpenter and Lunny gear up

Which brings us to the Richmond Chuckers.  The Chuckers are a mainstay of the College Prep 18U division run by Grant Rimer of BC Baseball.

Strength Up the Middle is the time honored  baseball cliché and it always starts from behind the plate.  “We’re lucky enough to have two good catchers,” says Richmond coach Raul Verde Rios.

There’s Brayden Carpenter, who is the whole package.  “He has very fast feet and excellent blocking technique,” Verde Rios says.  Obviously, quick feet are crucial for infielders and guys intent on stealing bags.  But they may be even more important to a catcher.

                    Mike Matheny, the best ever

The best I’ve ever seen is Mike Matheny, who is now cemented as the manager of the Cardinals.  Matheny is a big guy, 6-3, but he got low, framed with such finesse he never took a pitch away or showed up an umpire, and he blocked everything in sight.  It would take a Sherman tank to get through Matheny and I’m not sure he couldn’t block that, although 33 tons is a lot of metal.  He had to retire far too soon, from concussion symptoms, but not before winning four Gold Gloves and setting an MLB record by playing 252 games in a row without an error.  That's right, 252.

But what always impressed me the most was Matheny’s prowess at chopping down runners.  He had an average arm but his feet were as quick as a break dancer and he kept throwing people out like a bouncer at a cheap bar.

Catcher’s aim for 1.9 to second and that doesn’t only come from a loaded gun.  It also requires lightning feet on your jump turn.

Carpenter qualifies.  And Gavin Lunny, the other half of the duo, also has a strong arm and Raul says he keeps getting better and better at calling pitches, a solid asset for a receiver with a young pitching staff.

                      Lewis and Moffat are the horses

Which brings us to the mound where Cam Lewis and Jordan Moffat are the work horses, both showing solid command of their fastball and breaking pitches.  Lewis has 14 K’s over 17 innings in the early going and Moffat has been even tougher with 18 strikeouts in 12 frames, which brings new meaning to Lights Out.

                          James Linden drives down the hill 

The relief pitching belongs to William Thiessen and Carpenter, who takes off his gear to fire strikes.  And rookie Duke Howells is getting more and more comfortable in College Prep, throwing a heater, a curve and a change-up as he comes out of the bull pen.

                   "Kanato has an excellent glove"

Kanato Misumi is on the DL at the moment but Verde Rios expects him to solidify the middle infield at shortstop.  “He has a good feel for his feet positioning,” Raul says, “and an excellent glove.”  He’s also playing the ball, attacking instead of sitting back, one of the most important qualities for a guy in the middle.  At the moment, rookie Midget Josh Moscovitz is at short and getting it done.

Thiessen, who can fly, is the flagship outfielder with that pitcher’s arm to throw runners out.

                    And Brayden does it all

When it comes to the batter’s box, apparently Brayden Carpenter is the Renaissance Man, the guy who does it all.  He’s already scored 11 runs and Verde Rios says he’s as consistent as rain in Vancouver with impressive power and speed on the paths.  Jordan Moffat has also been productive and Lunny is driving the ball with power.  Raul says rookie Montaro Uyeyama has a smooth stroke and his hand-eye is exceptional.  And Taiki Matsunuma’s ability to go oppo has him raking at a .500 mark.

Going into this weekend the Chuckers are 4-3 with an impressive 37-19 runs for and against.  They’ve won three in a row and they’re set to tackle the Ridge Meadow Royals in a Sunday doubleheader.

Raul says he’s just getting to know his new corner infielders.  “We have five senior players, four in grade 11, and five grade 10’s.  We’re doing well and moving along.  The experience and leadership of the older players is invaluable.”

 

 LIFE AS A PRO

       The Odds of getting to the Big Leagues

The chances of getting drafted by an MLB team are about the same as being abducted by an alien.  I don't have exact figures but there are probably well over 100,000 high school and college players eligible every year.  Only 1,200 are selected.  And just 750 of those will sign a pro contract. 

What’s more, maybe 25, about 4 per cent of the guys who turn pro, will ever make it to the big leagues.  If you’re not selected in the first 10 rounds your chances are about the same as stepping into the ring with new heavyweight champ Anthony Joshua.   

Do the math.  That means roughly .00025 per cent of high school and college players will wind up in the majors.  Makes the lottery look like a sure thing.

For the vast majority life in pro baseball means the minor leagues.  But that in itself is a massive success, considering the odds.

Connor Janes played for me for two years at Cap College, then went on to star with the UBC Thunderbirds before being drafted in the 27th round by the Arizona Diamondbacks.

Connor’s minor league career was brief for two reasons.  He was almost 23 when he signed a pro contract and he was on the DL when he started his second season.  Still, he got out of the gate like a firecracker, hitting .375 in rookie ball with the Missoula Osprey.  (An Osprey is a magnificent fish-eating River Hawk with a six-foot wing span. Impressive.)

Just to give you a taste of the minor leagues I asked Connor to check in every new moon or so with a few perceptions.  Here’s the first installment.

                           The Bus to Tucson

On the first day you reported to the Diamondbacks, how did you feel about being a pro baseball player?

I remember the first day quite clearly. I had some trouble getting a Visa, so I missed the mini camp in Tucson.  I ended up meeting the team on the bus en route from Tucson to Missoula in Spokane.  I'd celebrated the night before with my friends in Vancouver and I really didn't have a care in the world. I was actually doing the thing I had set out to do years earlier, play pro ball. I wasn't nervous, scared or concerned about what lay ahead. I was proud of my accomplishment and anxious to see what this journey was all about.

NOTE: There are a limited amount of  Visas available
for each MLB team.  And sometimes the paperwork
is late and the player has to wait to get to camp. 

                        The Demands of the Game

How tough was the transition from college to pro?

The transition was easy at first. I was very used to being on the road and riding on a bus. It was a bit weird to have to fend for yourself for things like housing and food, but there were also some perks. I only had one roommate on the road.  In college I typically had three. We also stayed in one city for more than a day or two at a time, which rarely happened in college. The transition slowly became difficult however, as the hours at the field, and the unrelenting demands the game of baseball requires, began to chip away at me.

NOTE: College schedules center on the weekend.  Pro ball,
of course, is virtually every day.  That seems fine but,
after a few months of long days at the ball park, it can
grind a player down.  If a young man is just out of high
school, it can come as a bit of a shock when he has to
find an apartment or share a rented house with several
teammates.  He also has to make sure he's eating well
and getting enough sleep.  What's more, minor league
players make very little money.  
It beats working for a
living but it isn't always as much fun as it might seem.

 

   RYOMA, FENTON AND AUSTIN

          Teaching Charges to Little Guys

The Golden Rule for all infielders is very simple.

Always Play the Ball.  Don’t let the ball play you.

Infielders who sit back on their heels are like bowling pins.  They’re errors waiting to happen.  They’re as passive as a sleeping baby.  When you get aggressive and play the ball you are in Attack Mode.  This initiates action, tames anxiety, increases rhythm, and builds confidence.  All good.

As The Terminator, Kevin Nicholson, says “You learn to read the ground ball and create your own hops.”

Which brings us to one of the key skills for any infielder.  Charges.

It always surprises me when I see a 16 or 17-year-old shortstop who’s never learned to charge a slow roller.  He’ll start all right, attacking, but then he stops as he fields the ball and sets his feet to throw.  Quite often the hitter beats it out.  And the coach yells, “Nice try.”

You simply have to learn to charge and throw on the run.

I spent some time working with a group of 10 and 11-year-olds who played for Randall Ius and Fraser Engel at North Van Central.  They were a talented group of kids with a good attitude.  They wanted to learn and they were willing to work.

We drilled the pitchers and took batting practice.  And, when it came to infielders, we covered the fundamentals, including the 12 ways of throwing to first base.  (See "The 12 Infield Throws")

That went well but I thought charges might be a bit over their head.  After all, there were players a lot older who hadn’t mastered charging the ball.  It could take three or four practices for an 11-year-old to figure it out and maybe that was optimistic.

But I took a shot at it.

And these kids amazed me.

Not only did they pick it up in the first practice.  Guys like Ryoma Nagatomo and Fenton Ius and Austin Goesen-Lindner actually did super charges on their first try.  Their first try.  That’s like driving a stick shift on your 16th birthday.  In fact, Ryoma was so adept he was doing One-Step charges like Troy Tulowitzki.  (And that is not an exaggeration.  A One-Step is a One-Step whether you’re in Little League or with the Toronto Blue Jays.)

So how do you teach an 11-year-old to charge the ball and throw on the run?

Just tell him to charge the ball and throw on the run. 

That’s the short-hand version and it works.  You don’t have time to stop, set and throw.  If you do, you're giving the hitter at least two steps, probably more.  And that’s all he really has to know.  (Or she has to know.)

Charge
Field on the run
Keep moving
Throw

Gradually he’ll get the rhythm, the feel of it.  He’ll transfer the ball from glove to hand and cut it loose without stopping.  Athletes are funny that way.  If you let them be athletes they just pick things up by doing them.

   Derek Jeter throwing off his right foot as he completes a One-Step charge.

Once they nail the footwork you can start fine-tuning.  Here’s the technique:

Charge the slow roller aggressively.
Field the ball ONE-HANDED off your LEFT FOOT.
Step on to your RIGHT FOOT.
THROW BEFORE YOUR LEFT FOOT COMES DOWN. 

That’s all she wrote.  Left foot, right foot, fire away.

That sounds awkward but it really isn’t.  It seems to melt into their DNA like a magic act.

This can also be a Three Step charge, which means you field off your left foot and step right, left, right and throw.  The Three-Step is fine and used a lot.

I could describe the Charge Technique for several pages but it’s a lot easier to just watch a big league game.  You’ll see infielders charging over and over, often as many as a third of their chances.  Put it on stop action or slow mo and study the foot work.

Some infielders love to throw on the run and I once saw a AAA Calgary Cannons shortstop who charged every ground ball.  Every ground ball.  Even if it was hammered he still took it on the run.  Why?  Maybe he was compensating for a weak arm.  Or maybe he’d played on some rough fields with a lot of bad hops and he learned to charge everything so he could field off his left foot and not in front of his body.

This is an absolute MUST skill.  No one can play the infield properly without learning to charge.  Here are a few subtleties:

                              ONE HAND

You field with the glove hand only because bending over to bring both hands to the ball as you charge is awkward and off balance.  And there’s no point in doing that, anyway.

                              THE TRANSFER

This is crucial.  As you step on to your right foot you bring the glove to your throwing hand for the transfer.  You should practice this a lot to make it smooth and precise.

                              BANANA

A middle infielder should trace a little bit of a banana route.  This slight loop lets him angle his body toward first base as he scoops the ball.

                              BAREHAND

The barehand looks good but it’s seldom necessary.  If you’re executing a One Step charge you’ll release the ball just as quickly fielding with the glove.  You can’t get a faster release by barehanding because it’s a One-Step throw either way.  And barehand charges invite fumbles.

There are a few times when the barehand is solid.  The best example is a bunt or slow roller near the third baseline.  If the third basemen can’t get around the ball he has to barehand and throw across his body on the run.

                             DEPTH AND RANGE

When your infielders are all adept at charging and throwing on the run they can play deeper because the slow hit ball in front of them is no problem.  Playing deeper means they catch more pop-ups and looping line drives.  And they get to more groundballs.  This extra range can eliminate four or five base hits every game.

LINE DRIVES—Besides Ryoma, Fenton and Austin that NV Central team included some pretty good young talent like hard-throwing pitchers Quinn Myles and Ryan Engel, solid infielders Mathew Marshall and Bryce Allan, plus Ryan Phillips, Ivan Potter, Kobe Snow, Jakob Kaleel and lefty Nathan Ames...Fenton and Austin are now with Highlands Little League and Randal Ius is taking a sabbatical from coaching.  Randal and Vancouver mayor Gregor Robertson are the duo who created all those good Happy Planet juices and soups and smoothies.  They started with a blender and organic carrots grown on the Robertson family farm and they’ve parlayed that into a Canadian icon for all natural food...I learned a lot about charges watching third baseman Travis Johnson do One-Steps for Bill Green’s powerhouse Coquitlam Reds back in the 90’s.

 

Did this 20-year-old really throw 110 mph?  Yes, he did, BUT...To find out what the BUT means scroll down to Michael Kopech.  And I'm sure you'll read all the stories as you go.  Right?

 

 DOUG ANDERSON

                Nice Guys Finish First

Four years ago Forbes Magazine valued Manchester United at $3.3 billion.  Looks like I won’t be buying the iconic soccer franchise for a month or two.

Man U spawned the legendary George Best, who wasn’t just a superstar, he was a whole galaxy of Novas, considered by some to be the greatest soccer player ever.  And Georgie Boy was as charismatic off the field as on, as exemplified by this classic quote. "I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars--the rest I just squandered."

Is the Man U fan base rabid?  Does Beyonce sell records?  Does Goldman Sachs make money?  One zealous supporter said, “Manchester United is not life and death.  It’s more important than that.”

Now I won’t say that’s how Doug Anderson feels about the Boston Red Sox.  But it’s close.  The Bosox are his second religion, losing in a photo finish to his family.  How much does Anderson cherish the Red Sox?  Well, he named his son after an obscure infielder from the Bosox of 1967, that’s how much.

"Manchester United is not life and death.
It's more important than that."

It was the feisty Leo “The Lip” Durocher who famously said, “Nice guys finish last.”  And in Leo’s world that was undoubtedly true.  But, then, Leo never met Doug Anderson.  Nice guys with class like Doug often finish first.  In fact, his business slogan is, “I help people build their own Field of Dreams.”  And he does.

Talking to Doug is like speed reading.  The anecdotes and perceptions roll out like an assembly line in a hurry to go to lunch.  He has more stories than Wikipedia, more juice than a Mick Jagger blog.  Here’s a brief sample:

                             FERGUSON JENKINS

In the dictionary, under the word “legends” there’s a picture of Fergie Jenkins.  He’s a Canadian work of art, a blood, sweat and tears Hall of Fame righthander who won 284 games over 19 years, including six straight 20 win seasons with the Cubs.  That’s like back to back to back to back to back to back Super Bowl rings.  (Did that add up right?  Just testing.)

How good was Ferguson Jenkins?

Unbelievably good.  In 1971 he threw 30 complete games.  That is not a typo.  Thirty.  These days a lot guys haven’t seen a complete game in their whole career.  He finished at 24-13 and won the Cy Young, which is the Rose Bowl of pitching.  But not nearly as impressive as this—he struckout 263 and walked exactly 37.  What’s more, Fergie, who was a gifted athlete, crushed six home runs and collected 20 ribbies in only 115 AB’s.  Several hitters retired.

And I love this anecdote.  When he was a teenager Jenkins honed his command by throwing chunks of coal at the gaps of passing railroad box cars.  So much for high tech.

And did you know Canada Post has a Ferguson Jenkins postage stamp?  I didn’t either.  It was awarded as part of Black History Month.

Back to our story.  Five years ago Fergie was scrawling his autograph at a book signing session in Phoenix.  Doug Anderson not only nabbed his John Henry but also engineered a selfie for two.  And, when Doug got home, he had the pic seared onto the front of a T-shirt as an emblem.  So far so good.

Jump forward to the World Series last October.  Anderson is in Chicago.  He has a couple of $900 US tickets for the Wrigley rooftop and he’s saved money with Air Miles and a modest $104 a night room at the Hilton Airport hotel.  But he certainly can’t afford a stub for game 3, which is selling for $2,800.  In Canadian that’s enough to buy the Cubs.  So Doug settles for an appetizer.  He buys a $100 ticket to a dinner with Jenkins as the guest speaker and he wears his sacred T-shirt.  So far, even better.

Things sort of happen to Doug.  Good things.  He’s like a lightning rod for serendipity.  He notices there’s an empty spot at the head table and he asks one of the organizers if that seat is available.  Noting the pic of Fergie on Doug’s chest, the dude says Why Not?  And Fergie is for it, figuring Doug will fit right in with the 200 or so celebrity guests, including Leon “Bull” Durham, Bob Love of the Chicago Bulls and Mrs. Ernie Banks.  Yes, the wife of the superstar who was famous for "Let's play two" because he loved the game so much.

So Doug spends three and a half hours schmoozing with a legendary pitcher and his beloved offspring, daughter Kimberley, who is a diamond aficionado.  It’s a wonder they didn’t ask him to speak.  So far, so great.

You want to know the difference between today and 1960’s baseball?  Today the minimum salary is $535,000 and studs like Jenkins make upwards of $15 million.  Back in the 60’s Fergie toured with the Harlem Globetrotters in the off season to pay the mortgage.

                 Doug and Dalton helping the Red Sox topple the Cardinals

                     WORLD SERIES

Doug Anderson has been on hand for 10 World Series games.  That in itself qualifies him for the Post Season Hall of Fame.  For openers, when there was still a flood behind his ears, Doug saw Reggie Jackson and the Yankees topple the Dodgers in 1977.  If you've never seen a video of Reggie swinging a bat you're missing a Bucket List Imperative.  I doubt if there's ever been a hitter anywhere on this planet with a more efficient, dynamic and violent swing than Jackson.  The ball rocketed off the barrel like a nuclear detonation.

At any rate, that was a warm-up.  “I like to see the games live,” Anderson says.  "Not just on TV.”

In 2007 he was in Denver when the Red Sox dominated the Rockies, who had North Delta lefty Jeff Francis on the hill for the opener.  To top it off Doug and his son, Dalton, were among the last fans to leave the stadium and got sprayed by champagne by Mike Timlin as they stood on the roof of the Red Sox dugout.  It wasn’t exactly Moet but bubbly is bubbly.  If you save Sports Illustrated mags you’ll even see them in the celebration pic wearing orange hats.

His itinerary in 2013 resembled Trump on the campaign trail.  His first flight brought him to Fenway for games one and two.  Then he hopped on another bird to fly home and gather his progeny.  They rode the wings to St. Louis for the next pair of tilts.  But Dalton was due back at UVic for work in the lab and he takes his studies as seriously as Martin Scorcese treats his flicks.  So Doug flew home.  Again.  After changing his socks he jumped on a flight back to Boston.  By the time he was back in Vancouver he’d seen the inside of six jets and spent more hours in the air than an eagle.

But this was the Topper, the Classic, the Earthquake.  Doug was ensconced behind the plate as Jon Lester and John Lackey took to the hill and his beloved Red Sox topped the Cardinals in six.  It was their first World Series clinch at Fenway since 1918, the equivalent of the East Martian Reds crushing the Mercury Blues in the Matt Damon Solar Games.  I’m sure you remember that monster best-of-17 saga.  The winning roster was awarded a first class rocket trip to Roswell, all expenses paid.

By comparison last year was a walk in the park.  Smelling history in the making, Anderson was in Chicago for games four and five at Wrigley.

                          The Andersons with the Red Bulls                   

                                         DALTON

When their son was born 22 years ago Doug and Val had a difficult decision to face.  Which one of the Red Sox would he be named after?

Babe Ruth?  Well, the Bambino was only with the Red Sox for a breath or two and, at any rate, Babe seemed to be a bit much.

Ted Williams?  Okay, maybe the greatest hitter ever.  But that could be confused with a Media Think Tank or a Mark Wahlberg flick.

Big Papi?  Well, Ortiz wasn’t in the big leagues yet, Doug wasn’t clairvoyant, and Papi was a stretch, regardless.

So they narrowed it down to one team.  It had to be a guy on the Boston roster in 1967, the year of the Impossible Dream.  For too many seasons the Bosox had been the doormats you wiped your feet on, so pathetic they drew a whopping opening day crowd of 8,234, who flocked into the empty Fenway seats like masochists expecting another lethal punch below the belt.  To be a Red Sox fan in ’67 was like betting on the Titanic to whip the iceberg.

So all they did was glom onto the AL pennant, draw 1.7 million, and battle all the way to the seventh game of the World Series before getting clipped by the Cardinals with the ineffable Bob Gibson on the hill.  As broadcaster Jerry Remy said, "The 1967 team created the Red Sox Nation. They re-invented baseball in New England."

Those credentials were all Doug and Val needed.  But which player?

Yaz.  Well, of course Carl Yastrzemski won the Triple Crown and we don’t mean he was a 3-year-old colt.  He led the league in everything but tamping the mound.  Still, Doug was not a big Yaz fan and that name could become a scar like the Johnny Cash song “A Boy Named Sue.”

 "Where is Dalton Jones?  The FBI is looking for him."

How about Ken Harrelson?  But Hawk would wind up shilling for the White Sox (Doug became clairvoyant) so no Ken do.  There were a couple of guys named George but Walmart had a future reservation on that one.  Sparky or Bucky?  Really?  This isn’t The Little Rascals in the Our Gang comedies.

Hank Fischer and Tony Conigliaro and Reggie Smith and Dalton Jones and Galen Cisco and…

Whoa.  Wait a minute.  Dalton.  Doug liked it, Val approved, and it rang a resounding bell.  Dalton Anderson was born.  Named after a utility infielder who holds the Bosox record for pinch hits.

There’s more.

When Doug set sail for the 2013 World Series he met a dude who had access to the exclusive Players Suite at Fenway.  Security was as tight as Guantanamo but he walked right in like a CIA agent and rubbed elbows with about 50 former Red Sox, including Luis Tiant, Fred Lynn and Dwight Evans.  To Doug this was Valhalla.  His escort announced, “Where is Dalton Jones?  The FBI is looking for him.”  Doug was aghast but Jones was as hospitable as Tony Bourdain.  When Doug explained how they named their son it was an instant friendship.

Since then Jones has sent Doug eight precious CD’s, including a classic from the 1968 all-star game.  The Andersons call him every year on his birthday and send a gift at Christmas.  Dalton Jones, utility infielder, has earned full honours as Dalton Anderson’s Red Sox Nation Godfather.

                                    Dalton Jones, circa 1967             

                             BUT WHY?

So why isn’t Doug Anderson a rabid fan of the Canucks?  Or the Yankees?  Or the Patriots?  Or the Corner Brook Barons?  Why the Boston Red Sox?

“When I was 11 my dad got posted to Boston where he completed his MBA at Harvard,” he says.  “We’d been in Manila for three years where there wasn’t any baseball.”

His baptism to the diamond was a bit of a disaster.  “I had the glove on the wrong hand and I ran to third base.  I didn't know a thing about the game and everyone laughed.  The Red Sox finished half a game out of last place that year so I could identify.”

After finding out he was a natural left-hander, things got better and the Red Sox, under manager Dick Williams, also improved.  This was the Impossible Dream season when they won the AL pennant and extended the Cardinals to seven games.  “It was a very exciting year for baseball in Boston,” he remembers.  “It left a huge impact on me.”

So that’s why.

                                         TODAY

Doug Anderson is a man for all seasons when it comes to business.  As the president of DA Top Talent he mentors, he coaches, he advises.  And his resume is immaculate, so loaded it sounds like a movie script.

His high school career included acting and football, where he suffered a concussion that redirected his energy into head locks on the mat.  “I went 1-21 in my wrestling career,” he says, “learning to lose gracefully, while getting pounded.”

Then a BA in accounting and business from UVic and computer programming at Camosun College.

Chairman of the Friends of Nat Bailey Stadium.  “A group of about 20 of us saved the stadium from demolition and then donated our funds to help children who couldn't afford to go to the games.”  Saving Nat Bailey?  Tickets to kids?  Amen.  And Amen.

He is also the curator of a page called “Boston Red Sox fans of BC” on Facebook.  Naturally.

Doug shares my disdain for the fixation so many have with their smartphone.  “Turn those off,” he says.  “There’s 140 distractions every day.  And a lack of productivity.”

As for Dalton, productivity is his middle name.  He credits B.C. Hall of Fame basketball coach Mel Davis with teaching him “the right way to do things.”  That paid off with a mere 98% on his entrance exam for UBC Med School as he preps for Pediatrics.  He’s also anchoring third base for the Richmond Titans fast pitch crew.

And Doug is coaching with the Burnaby Minor Pee Wee A kids at Harwood and Kensington Parks.  As usual, he’s giving his time to help others.

Take that Leo the Lip.

 

This is a baseball blog so this is George Best throwing a fastball.  Comprende?
                                                (ACTION IMAGES photo)

WAS BEST THE BEST?

Was George Best better than Ronaldo or Messi?  Or Pele?  For my money Johan Cruyff, the Dutch Master who spearheaded the Total Football of Rinus Michels, was as good as it gets.  And how can you argue with a guy who said, “Soccer is simple, but it is difficult to play simple.”  I saw Cruyff many moons ago at Empire Stadium and he dominated the field, advancing the ball like Michael Jordan on a fast break.  A brilliant athlete.

 

 LEADING WITH YOUR HIP

 From legendary Koufax to Paxton, the Ace

 

21 SHUTOUT INNINGS

       James plays Blackjack

It’s official.  James Paxton is now the Ace of the Seattle Mariners pitching staff.  James isn’t just on a roll.  He’s on a tsunami.  He’s as overpowering as a Tidal Wave, as dominant as Zeus, as dynamic as a Lightning Strike.  And he’s carrying the Seattle Mariners on his back.

Paxton didn’t just dominate the Texas Rangers, he destroyed them, firing on all cylinders for eight more shutout innings and a 5-0 win.  James has blitzed 21 frames and given up so little he makes Scrooge look like an impulsive spendthrift.  Not a sniff.  Nada.

In his latest conquest Paxton was sitting on a no-hitter into the sixth when Joey Gallo broke it up by doubling on a shot to right.  He finished with a two-hitter, nine K’s and only one walk.

 "I had a feeling this could be his breakout year,” said Seattle manager Scott Servais.  “He had that stretch of 10, 12 starts at the end of last season and he's just continued to build off that and grow."

Grow, indeed.  Over 21 shutout innings James has given up just eight hits while striking out 22.

Paxton gets down the hill leading with his lower body.   (Photo by Harry How)

And why has he been so effective?  Bear with me.  Let's see what James has in common with a legend.

I give you Sandy Koufax, the greatest pitcher who ever lived.

On Sept. 9, 1965 Koufax threw a perfect game at Dodger Stadium, handcuffing the Cubs 1-0.  "I would think the last two or three innings of that game are as well as I've ever pitched," he said, later.

"There was nobody who was going to hit Sandy Koufax that day," said Cubs third baseman Ron Santo.  "He just kept throwing fastballs right by you.  You were just overmatched."

"Sandy didn't have his exceptional stuff early in the game," Dodger catcher Jeff Torborg added.  "But he got it together in the sixth and really started to let it fly.  He sniffed it.  You could see it in his eyes."  Koufax struck out 14 Cubs that night--including the last six hitters.

After fanning as a pinch-hitter in the ninth, Joey Amalfitano walked passed Harvey Kuenn, who was on-deck.  "You'd better be ready," he warned Kuenn, "because he's getting it up there real good."

Kuenn replied, "Wait for me, Joey.  I'll be right back."

             "You had to reach up underneath to catch it."

Besides a fastball that was second to none, Sandy threw a 12 to 6 breaking ball that looked like it hit a brick wall a few feet in front of the plate.  It tumbled like Niagara Falls, the definition of Nose to Toes.  Torborg called it the best curveball he’s ever seen.  "I had to climb up closer to the hitters because it broke straight down.  You had to reach up underneath to catch it."

Cubs receiver Chris Krug agreed.  "Frankly, he had the best fastball in the league, the best curveball and the best change-up.  And he could get them over most any time he wanted."

So how good was Koufax?  This good.  He threw no-hitters in four consecutive seasons.  In his last five years he went 111-34 with a 1.95 ERA.  In 1965 he struck out 382.  In 1963 he was 25 and five and notched 11 shutouts.  Eleven.  "I can see how he won 25," Yankees catcher Yogi Berra said after facing Sandy in the World Series.  "But I can't understand how he lost five."

       "Koufax is the most dominating pitcher I ever saw."

Dodger teammate Don Sutton summed it up.  “A foul ball off him was a moral victory.”

No other pitcher has ever been that overpowering.  For further proof I offer these words from Nolan Ryan:

“Koufax is the most dominating pitcher I ever saw.  I was on his level in certain games.  But I wasn’t as consistent as Sandy Koufax.”

Consider this.  Nolan Ryan threw seven no-hitters, including one at age 45, and 12 one-hitters.  He struck out 5,714 hitters with a fastball gunned at 101 miles per hour.  And he wasn’t as good as Sandy Koufax.  The defence rests.

There's a story I heard a few years ago about Koufax heating it up in Dodgertown when he was in his 50's.  And throwing 90 mph.  I don't believe that story.  It must be apocryphal.  But, then again, this is Sandy Koufax we're talking about.

So how does this relate to James Paxton?  Let’s tie the pair of lefthanders together with this Mantra from the Pitcher’s Tool Box of Fundamentals.

                   Lead With Your Hip

That was the Koufax Imperative.  Take a look at any of his videos and it pounds you like a jackhammer.  Sandy led with his hip like an F-16 Fighting Falcon slicing the air.  This kept him as loaded as a NASA rocket on the launch pad.  When you rush your upper body you lunge and arm throw.  But lead with your hip and you throw with your whole body.  Pure Power.  There is nothing more important in pitching.

And Paxton gets it.  He contributed some gold nugget wisdom for my book “Developing Pitchers” and this is one of his blue chip tips:

“I stress getting a good load by leading with my hip.  You need strength in your legs.  I stay closed as long as possible so I can get on top and create good plane and action.”

Now I’m not going to compare anybody to Sandy Koufax.  That would be like calling a high school QB the next Tom Brady.  Koufax was in a class of his own.

But…

Right now James Paxton is putting up Koufax numbers.  Leading with his hip.  We’ll stop right there.  But it’s a beginning. 

(See "Paxton Throws Seven More Zeroes" for more information on James Paxton's career from the North Delta Blue Jays to Kentucky to the Mariners.) 

THROWING STRIKES IN FLORIDA

       Robson’s command is back on track

Tom Robson is locked in like a cruise missile. He's firing strikes like an ace sniper and his command is as solid as cement. 

Robson had control problems last year but this season he's off to a great start. It's as if he's driving a Ferrari and he hammered the brakes and did a U-Turn.  On his third trip to the hill with the Dunedin Blue Jays he slammed the door shut on the Jupiter Hammerheads.  Three killer innings in relief.  Significantly, he notched four strikeouts and five groundouts.  Jupiter eventually clipped the Jays 1-0 but it was another blue chip Florida State League performance for Robson, the 23-year-old from Ladner.     

Earlier, he pounced out of the bull pen in the eighth inning and immediately struck out the first two Florida Fire Frogs.  Eventually, Tom gave up a run on a couple of base hits but the bottom line was his improved command.  He absolutely pounded the zone.

Check out this comparison:

Last season Tom threw 70.2 frames.  He carved out 52 K's, which is front line. But he also walked 51.  When you issue that many freebies you're always on the brink of a big inning.  Sooner or later it spells Trouble with a capital T.

So fast forward to 2017.

6 innings.
1 run.
4 hits.
7 strikeouts.
Zero walks.  Zero.

In his last two trips to the mound Tom has thrown 53 pitches.  And 41 have been strikes.  When you have lights out stuff and you're in the zone 77 per cent of the time the hitters have as much chance as ice in the Sahara.

                                             Firing heat for the Lugnuts

Robson, who took the hill here for the Whalley Chiefs, the Vancouver Cannons and the Langley Blaze, is in his sixth minor league season and it’s been a voyage marked by brilliant Highs and struggling Lows.

The first peak came in 2013, his second year as a pro, when Tom went 6-0 with a superlative 1.12 ERA.  Even better, his strikeout to walk ratio was 47 to 16 over 64 innings.  Three of those wins were here at Nat Bailey when he spearheaded the Vancouver Canadians pennant drive.  He was on his way.

But 2014 was like stepping into quick sand.  Tommy John.  And 14 months on the sideline.  For a pitcher that’s like being shipped out to the Siberian Salt Mines.

Robson endured the endless rehab and battled back but the past two seasons he's been waging war with the strike zone.  His problem getting the ball over is very strange because when Tommy was here he had laser command.  He threw strikes in his sleep.  Maybe it was the aftermath of the TJ surgery, maybe his mechanics, maybe his mind was playing tricks.  Control isn’t always a constant and it can disappear like a ghost.

                 "Tom Has a Big League Arm"

Last fall I did a session with Robson and Rowan Wick at Nat Bailey.  Tom’s arm was strong, loose and easy, and we talked about his tendency to throw a bit against his body.  Finally, I figured, instead of trying to change an ingrained habit, he should just live with it because it wasn’t severe enough to lock his hips and it’s not uncommon.

Just take a look at Madison Bumgarner and Jake Arrieta, who are both about six inches off line.  And Chris Sale is so far across his body it looks like he's aiming at the first base dugout.  Sale hides the ball well and it works for him, although it's not something I'd recommend for a young pitcher because it can be very hard on the arm.

Jeff Ware, who was his pitching coach with the Lansing Lugnuts, has a lot of good words for Tom.  “He’s realty competitive,” Ware says.  “He wants to be perfect and we want him to understand it’s all right to strive for perfection but don’t beat yourself up if it doesn’t happen.”  Then he adds, “Tom has a power fastball, a big league curveball, and a big league arm.”

By the looks of it in the early going his command problems are in the rear view mirror.  I have the distinct feeling Tom Robson is ready for a big year.

 

                       Notes and Quotes

                  NOAH BUILDS A FOUR PITCH ARK

How good is Mets righthander Noah Syndergaard?  “He has so many good pitches,” says catcher Rene Rivera.  “We feel we can use any of them in any count.”  Syndergaard already had a super plus fastball, a blue chip curveball and a filthy slider.  Now he’s added a snakey change-up.  “When you have a guy who throws 99, hitters are not looking for a changeup,” Rivera adds.  “He throws it 10 to 11 mph slower than his fastball — it is hard to adjust to that.”  What’s more, Noah isn’t content to throw a four-seam heater that averaged 98 mph last season.  That’s right, averaged.  In the spring he worked more on a two-seamer that looked like a submarine taking a dive.  And he says he can throw it just as hard as the four-seam.  Expect him to hook into the Cy Young.

                              The Two-seam fastball

Create some Penn and Teller magic by moving your fingers around.  Try putting your middle finger on the outside of the seam or drift your thumb.  It can be right under or bent toward your pinky.

Experiment with a two-seamer--but only if you have command of your bread and butter four-seam fastball.  Don't get ahead of yourself.  Far too many young pitchers try to throw two-seamers--that have no movement at all--when they have only erratic command of their four-seam.  Build your foundation before you stretch out.      

Throw the two-seam like a normal fastball--and let the grip do the work.  Don't do any twisting that might injure your elbow.  The two-seamer encourages gravity.  It sinks.  And it tails.  Both are lethal to hitters.  It's the champagne and caviar pitch for a lot of MLB pitchers and some throw a "heavy" sinker that feels like a shot put to the hitter, but no one is sure why. Your velocity might dip a bit but the increased movement is invaluable.  If their mechanics are solid  I encourage pitchers to experiment with grips.  Who knows, they just might invent a unique pitch.

                            Ryan Dempster:

"There are several different two-seam fastball grips but usually I just keep my index and middle finger parallel with the narrow seams.  I like to keep my fingers inside the seams and then just throw it like a normal fastball."

                             "MAD DOG" MADDUX

Nationals starter Stephen Strasburg is experimenting with throwing only from the stretch.  See Simplify, Simplify, Simplify to find out why that works…Washington Post baseball writer Thomas Boswell says Hall of Famer Greg "Mad Dog" Maddux always threw from the set in his bull pen sides.  Greg thought that almost all of the most important parts of the game came with men on base so that's what he wanted to focus on mastering.  Maddux, who was also known as "The Professor," is one of only 10 pitchers to win 300 games with 3,000 K's.  Speaking of the Cy Young, he pocketed that award in four straight seasons with a 75-29 record and 1.98 ERA.  I think he knows something.

              

                             ESPIG UP-DATE

Thomas Espig is starting to make his presence felt with the Yale Bulldogs.  Thomas started against the Sacred Heart Pioneers and threw four solid innings, giving up only three hits with four K’s.  He left with a 6-1 lead but the Pioneers bounced back for the win.

                             SAVING ARMS

To cut down on pointless wear and tear, the Mets enacted new policies in spring training, prohibiting pitchers from throwing in PFP drills during the first week.  Amen to that.  They also gave pitchers an extra day between bullpen sessions.  “We’ve gotten tremendous feedback from the guys that they loved it,” Mets Manager Terry Collins said. “Now we’ll see what the results will be.”  GM Sandy Alderson added, “Not that any of this is grounded in science, and there’s a sweet spot between doing too much and doing too little but I do like the approach.”

This from Mike Paul, who runs a high level baseball academy in Grand Rapids, Wyoming.  “We have to prepare you from feet to fingertips, making sure you are strong in your legs and lower back because the baseball is delivered by your entire body. Your arm just comes along for the ride.”  And Amen to that as well.

                                  

THE STOPPER

           Paxton Tosses Seven More Zeroes

Stopper.

When you lose three or four in a row you desperately need a guy to step onto the hill, hold his arms up high and shout, “No more!.  No more!  Enough!”  He’s the Stopper, the Ace, the Roadblock who ends the losing streak.

Stoppers are dudes like Koufax and Gibson and Seaver and Clemens and Kershaw and Bumgarner and Arrieta.  They are more valuable than water in a desert, about as iconic as Elvis, and worth more money than a mountain of gold.  If you don’t have a Stopper you’ll watch the playoffs on your smartphone.

James Paxton was the Ultimate Stopper in his second trip to the mound.  The Seattle Mariners were barely standing, like a welterweight pinned on the ropes, praying for the bell to ring.  They’d been KO’d in six of their first seven games, including a devastating 10-9 loss to the Angels when they blew a gimme by giving up seven runs in the bottom of the ninth.

Paxton threw up a Stop Sign, seven brilliant innings, and the M’s got off the canvas to blank the Houston Astros 6-0 before 44 grand at Safeco.  He limited the Astros to only four hits and two walks and added the killer with eight punch outs.

The Astros would undoubtedly like to see James go home to Ladner.  They’ve already seen far too much of him this season.  In his first start, down in Houston, Paxton blitzed another six shutout frames.  Two hits, five K’s.  If my math is even close to correct the Astros have collected 13 Zeroes against Pax, while striking out 13 times.  Thirteen sure ain’t their lucky number.

                                                          

        "He's gonna give the whole league a hard time."

James has an exuberant four-seam fastball in the mid to upper 90’s.  When he was in high school his second pitch was a biting slider and now he’s added a nose to toes curveball that’s as effective as aspirin.

“I think he’s gonna give the whole league a hard time if he has that kind of power and that breaking ball,” said Houston manager A.J. Hinch.

Now this is early.  Even with all cold rain we’ve been getting I can tell by the calendar it’s April.  And this isn’t New York where the media panics if the Yankees or the Mets lose two in a row.  We’re more civilized than that.  Or something.

So two starts doesn’t exactly match Cy Young.  Still, 13 innings with an ERA of exactly 0.00 is a nice way to burst out of the gate.  And there was this word that keeps popping up with the Mariners media and fans.  Ace.  As in James Paxton.  Which is saying something when the Seattle staff includes King Felix Hernandez, who gets paid 26 million big ones to throw a baseball.  (Paxton isn’t exactly a pauper, by the way.  His salary this year is $2,350,000)

         From North Delta to Kentucky

I first met James 11 years ago when I was with Ari Mellios and Mike Kelly and the North Delta Blue Jays.  We spent a lot of time in the bull pen dissecting the art of pitching and James always impressed me with his knowledge, his creativity, and his 100 per cent commitment.  We chewed up a lot of ideas.

As far as I was concerned Paxton was a lock to get drafted out of high school.  Live fastball.  Filthy slider.  Unwavering command.  It was as obvious as sunlight.  Automatic.  Top 10 rounds.  No question.  An absolute Sure Thing.

But nada.  No top 10.  Or 20.  They passed on him for 50 rounds and I couldn’t believe it.  What the hell is going on?  What do I see that the scouts are all missing?

Yes, I'd heard he had a twinge in his elbow before I saw him but Ari and I eased him back into the rotation and that was long gone.  Was it the full ride at Kentucky that scared them off?  That seemed logical but it still didn’t compute.  It made no sense at all.

At any rate, James headed to the Lexington campus.  After his freshman season he came back to North Delta and we did a brief session.  He’d been pitching in relief a lot and the Kentucky coaches had screwed with his delivery, shortening him up to get quicker to the plate so he could stop the running game.  I didn’t think that was as important as his overall development and James wanted to get back on track.  He did.

And now the scouts got it.  After his junior year Toronto drafted James in the first round, which is like discovering that Long John Silver embedded his treasure chest in your backyard.  Paxton was financially secure for life.

         From the first round to the AirHogs

But that’s when things got dicey.  Scott Boras, the most successful and notorious agent from here to Borneo, was on board as Paxton’s “adviser” and, apparently, the Blue Jays weren’t offering enough dollar signs.  The rumours pegged it at anywhere from $800,000 to a million but there was some controversy over that number.  At any rate, James didn’t sign.

Back to Kentucky for his senior year, right?  No way.  The NCAA forbids agents and they decided Boras was more than an adviser. James was now ineligible.

Now think about that catastrophe.  You’ve got a 22-year-old who has just turned his back on a fortune only to see his poster on the NCAA wall as an outlaw, the Jesse James of college baseball.  It’s enough to make you throw up.

But not James.  He just kept on keeping on.  That included a stint in Independent baseball with the mighty Grand Prairie AirHogs in Texas.  He’s gone from the U of Kentucky and the first round (and a possible million dollars) to a team called the AirHogs.  And I mean no disrespect for the Grand Prairie program, which, after all, kept him in the spotlight even if it was only a 40-watt bulb.

Still, it was enough light for the Mariners to draft James in 2010.   But not in the first round.  He was now a fourth rounder, which is a $$$ drop like going from buying shoes at Saks Fifth Avenue to Walmart.  And, once more, no disrespect to Walmart, where I shop every week.

But wait.  After the smoke from the negotiations had blown away Paxton actually signed for $942,500, first round largesse, and more than 700 K above the MLB slot money.  His life had been on Hold but now he seemed straightened away, even if it was a year late.

But wait again.  Paxton’s career with the M’s has been another Rough and Tumble roller coaster ride.  He kicked off his MLB stats with 3-0 and 1.50 in the fall of 2013 but the next two seasons were scarred by nagging injuries.  He just couldn’t get on a roll.

       "I felt strong and I was making good pitches."

Then last year the traffic disappeared and he had the road to himself.  He opened the season with the AAA Rainiers in Tacoma, where James and the pitching coach were analysing his videos and it was paying off like a winning lottery ticket.

When I asked him what they were working on he mentioned his arm slot.  There was also a balance problem--he'd been leaning back too far and pointing his glove to the sky.  Better balance and arm slot added up to a 97 mph average on the gun, one of the best fastballs in the game.

When he rejoined the M’s he sent a message, racking up a 3.23 ERA with 56 K’s and only seven walks in his final nine starts.  That included the night he struck out Mike Trout four times.  James Paxton was ready to rock and roll.

Against the Astros he gave up a pair of singles to open the seventh but he blasted that out of the water in short order.  "I wanted that inning," James said, later.  “I felt strong and I was making good pitches. I knew I could still bring it."

"He's trusting what he's doing,” says catcher Mike Zunino.  “When he knows  his arm slot's right and everything is working clean, he can just attack guys. He's very well prepared, he studies hitters really well.”

And Mariners manager Scott Servais thinks the Ace is Dealing.  “We saw it coming together last year,” he says, “and he’s continuing to ride it.  How he goes about his work in between starts is outstanding.  He wants to take it to the next level.”

The Stopper.  The Ace.  Yes, it’s early.  But those words fit James Paxton.

 

          Paxton’s pre-game video preparation

Pitchers have different approaches when it comes to pre-game prep.  For instance, Madison Bumgarner, the Giants ace, stays pretty basic.  He just studies the scouting reports.  For a lot of pitchers that's a good choice because it stops them from over-thinking.  But some prefer to go a bit deeper.

I've written a book "Developing Pitchers" with Ryan Dempster and I wanted to add some wisdom from James.  One of his tips was his pre-game analysis.

"Before I pitch I watch video for about three hours and make some notes on each hitter," he said.  "Then I compare that to the scouting report and the stats.

"I go over all this with my catcher before the game and talk about how we’ll pitch to every hitter.”

A solid prep.  Video.  Scouts.  His catcher.  It covers all the ground and it's paying off.

 

THE SECRET OF VELOCITY

     SEE HOW EASILY YOU CAN THROW HARD

There is no way I can say this any better.  You hunger for flamethrowing velocity.  Okay…

             SEE HOW EASILY YOU CAN THROW HARD

If you saw Aaron Sanchez and Chris Archer square off Friday night you will understand.  They snap an exclamation point to the end of that crucial Commandment.  These guys are two of the best young pitchers in the game and they both fire high 90’s bullets with hump and run and more rambunctious life than a five-year-old who just crushed five Mars bars.  The Rawlings bursts out of their paw like a bird escaping its cage.

So…Why?

I could get erudite and complex here like those YouTube gurus who sound like they’re the pitching coach at MIT.  All those big words.  I’ve developed three major league pitchers and I have no idea what they’re talking about.  (Well, actually, I do.  But it just gets mired in Esoterics.)

As you may have noticed by now, my basic coaching philosophy is to Simplify.

             SEE HOW EASILY YOU CAN THROW HARD

Sanchez and Archer never strain.  Or muscle up.  Or struggle to throw harder.  That doesn’t mean they aren’t throwing hard.  They are.  But the ball ignites out of their hand as if it has a life of its own.

Again…Why?

Well, obviously, it starts with athleticism.  Timing.  Balance.  Rhythm.  And that old standby coordination.  Athletes make complex movements look far easier than they really are.  They are like magicians pulling rabbits out of a hat.

And athletic pitchers mobilize their whole body.  Here’s the blueprint.

                    THE FOUNDATION

Legs.  It all starts from the ground up.  Strong legs are the genesis of power and stability.  This is as crucial as oxygen.  If you want to be a power pitcher (or hitter) concentrate on squats, lunges, and running stairs, which is my favorite.

                    ROTATION

The core.  Strong abs, obliques, lower back and glutes explode the hips.  Without hip rotation you are throwing 75 mph batting practice.

                    THE PAY-OFF

Can you rap?  Add this one to your gig.  It doesn’t rhyme, of course, but it sends a searing message.

          The Legs deliver the hips.
          The Hips propel the shoulders.
          The Shoulders whip the arm.
          The Arm unleashes the ball. 

It’s a perfect kinetic chain.  The actions are pure biology.  And the energy is pure physics.  Courtesy of Albert Einstein, the Manhattan Project All Nuclear pitching coach.

Think about this simple, basic truth.  The faster your shoulders rotate the faster you throw the ball.  That whipping action is VELOCITY.

Record Sanchez and Archer or Noah Syndergaard and put them on stop action or slow-mo.  You will see an epiphany.  As their stride foot lands their shoulders hold the fort, staying closed, but their hips begin to pop.  This creates a separation, like cocking a pistol or loading a sling shot.  It’s as if there’s a rubber band being stretched in both directions, creating a lethal nugget of latent energy hungering to be released.  And then...and then...

They EXPLODE their hips and shoulders.

This is the knockout punch, a Mike Tyson right cross to the jaw.  Their shoulder rotation is a blur.  Their arm is suddenly engulfed by a hurricane, breathless, along for the roller coaster ride.  And they finish with a flourish, driving their right shoulder into the catcher’s glove as their back foot reaches to the sky.  Yes, it is violent.  And aggressive.  And as powerful as a rocket launch.  But it is also wonderfully smooth, somehow relaxed, as if all their being has gathered for an oldtime revival in the Cathedral of the Heater.

No strain.  No Tommy John surgery.  No MRI’s, no tenderness, no elbow pain, no two weeks on the DL.  It seems effortless.  It’s all about using your entire body to make it look easy.

That full throttle blur of shoulder rotation is the difference between 88 and 98.  I can't emphasize this enough.  The faster you rotate your shoulders the faster you will  throw the baseball.

Is this rotation locked into your genes or can it be developed?  Both. Unless you're Marvel's Doctor Strange, the Superhero, or Merlin the Magician, you can't yank out your DNA strands and make a sudden apocalyptic change. But you certainly can work on drills to develop quicker, more aggressive, more dynamic rotation.

         Mr. Cutter, Mariano Rivera, whose perfect mechanics gave the ball wings   

             SEE HOW EASILY YOU CAN THROW HARD

ROTATION starts with the engine, the LEGS.  It transfers to the transmission, the HIPS.  It ignites the drive shaft, the TORSO.  And all that immense energy forms a fist and explodes into the wheels, the SHOULDERS.  I love that analogy.  Of course, I’m biased.

Once again.

The faster your shoulders rotate the faster you throw the baseball.

Mariano Rivera had the most perfect mechanics I’ve ever seen.  Google him and zero in on a video.  Study it.  His delivery was as ineffable as Brando in The Godfather and Mariano repeated it over and over, unleashing biting 95 mph cutters that broke more wood than a logger.  Justin Morneau told me even though you knew it was coming Rivera’s cutter still got in on your hands.

Don't get this wrong.  Rivera made it look easy but he was throwing hard, his arm speed broke the sound barrier, and he did it with zero strain, without muscling up.  The ball leaped out of his hand like a blast from a lightsaber.  Power is Strength plus Speed.  It's the offspring of rhythm and timing.

Here’s another analogy.  Or is it a metaphor?  Who knows?

The arm is the All-American running back who gets five crushing blocks, runs to daylight, notches the game winning TD, and leaves with the most beautiful cheerleader.  The arm is the star.

But, without those killer blocks from his linemen, the RB is a dirt stain on the turf.  And, without the legs, the core, and the shoulders, the arm is about as useless as a director without a script.

It’s not much fun building the foundation—but the pay-off is well worth the effort.  When the legs and core are dominant they  throw a dozen earth-shaking blocks and the lucky arm gets the touchdown and the glory.  A live arm starts from the bottom up.

                    ROTATIONAL DRILLS

There are dozens of drills on YouTube and, if you’re a serious player, I’m sure you’ve seen a bundle.  Medicine ball rotations are as productive as protein.  So are bands and lunges with a twist and crunches.  Hold a bar or a bat on your shoulders and rotate back and forth, nice and easy, to strengthen your core.

Do whatever you can to increase your rotational power.  Each exercise adds a touch more velocity, a tenth of an mph today, another tenth tomorrow.  After a few months those tenths start to add up and you are throwing two, three, four, five miles an hour harder.  Rome was built in tenths of a second.

                    Be the Best You Can Be

There are no short cuts to greatness.  And very few players ever pay the price.

Think about this.  Would you like to look back in 10 years and wonder how good you could have been?  Or would you like to be the Best You Can Be starting right now?

It’s always your call.  No coach can motivate you.  No one can.  It’s always inside of you.  And that’s the way it should be.

 

 

 And his 168 mph fastball

        The Amazing Saga of Sidd Finch

 I was having lunch at the Queens Cross with Paul Gemino when he mentioned art forgers so talented they can make perfect copies of any painter from Van Gogh to Picasso.  Even the most educated aficionados can’t tell the difference.  One guy was so good he was nailed only because he got careless and used a white paint that was too modern.

Which always makes me wonder.  If you love these paintings and you can’t tell the fake from the original, what difference does it make?  Just enjoy their beauty or wonder or magnificence.  But, of course, I’m being blatantly naïve.  It isn’t about the aesthetic value of the painting at all.  It’s about greenbacks.  It’s an investment, a cash withdrawal.  So much for art lovers.

At any rate, it reminded me of the legendary Sidd Finch.

Who threw a baseball 168 miles per hour.  I kid you not.  Not even a chuckle.  One.  Six.  Eight.  On the radar gun in 1985 with the New York Mets.

If you don’t believe me just Google the wonderful story George Plimpton penned for Sports Illustrated called “The Curious Case of Sidd Finch.”

Curious, indeed.

Here are just a few of the incredible, surreal epiphanies revealed by Plimpton.

Sidd was an orphan adopted by an English archaeologist who died in a plane crash in Nepal.

He attended Harvard.

Finch caressed the French horn so lovingly he could have performed with the New York Philharmonic.

He aspired to be a monk and studied yoga and the mastery of mind and body.  Hence the name Hayden Siddhartha Finch.  I won’t go into the Zen Esoterics because it would take a novel to unravel the Mystique.  That’s between you and Buddha.  Suffice it to say Sidd Finch strengthened his arm catapulting rocks and meditating on the Rotator Cuff in the austere mountains of Tibet.

                   How to vaporize a soda bottle

He was discovered by a Mets minor league manager who actually saw him throw a baseball with so much velocity it vaporized soda bottles.  Yes, vaporized.  Finch said he’d learned the Art of the Pitch and that was as obvious as sunrise.  Now the Mets are not stupid.  Melting glass with solar heat is an automatic invitation to spring training.  Even if you developed in the Tibetan Independent League.

They brought him to Florida and it didn’t take long, just one click of the JUGS gun, to see that Mr. Finch not only threw 168 mph but also with surgical command.  And he did all this without even warming up.  Just to escalate the Surreal Strangeness, he wore a hiker’s boot on his right foot and no shoe at all on his left.

Scouting reports go from 1 for abysmal to 8, which is Hall of Fame.  The Mets rated Sidd’s velocity and command at 9.  Not just off the charts but off the Grid of Gravity.  Another dimension.

Sidd was unsigned, of course, so the Mets kept him as secret as the formula for Coca Cola.  He threw to a few hitters in a hidden batting cage constructed just for his clandestine bull pens.  But somehow the workouts leaked to Plimpton and he wrote a brilliant 14 page epic for SI, complete with pics of  pitching coach Mel Stottlemyre, outfielder Lenny Dykstra, Finch and his French horn and landlady, his locker in the clubhouse, his roommate at Harvard, Nelson Doubleday, the owner of the Mets, and Siddhartha riding a camel in Egypt.  Yes, a camel in Egypt.

          "You can barely see the blur as it goes by"

Mets outfielder John Christensen was one of the helpless hitters who felt like a human sacrifice when he faced Finch in the cage.  As he stepped into the box the catcher, Ronn Reynolds, who liked the letter “n” and also had a left palm crying out in agony, whispered, “Kid, you won’t believe what you’re about to see.”

See is decidedly the wrong word.  “Before you can blink the ball is in the catcher’s mitt,” Christensen said, later.  “You hear it crack and then there’s this little bleat from Reynolds.  You can barely see the blur as it goes by.  I don’t think it’s humanly possible to hit it.”

When SI published the story it was as if an 8.5 quake had turned Shea Stadium into a World War II bomb site.  Ecstatic Mets fans hungered for more info on this Hammer of Thor.  The media bit in to a feeding frenzy, one New York sports editor castigated PR man Jay Horwitz for giving SI the scoop, and a radio talk show host got in front of the story by proclaiming he’d seen Finch on the hill.

What’s more, two agitated MLB general managers confronted commissioner Peter Ueberroth.  The hitters will be risking their lives standing in against a 168 mph fastball they can’t see.

 The Mets were obviously undeterred.  They gave Finch a uniform, number 21, free rein to explore the St. Petersburg spring training complex, and a locker between George Foster and Darryl Strawberry.

        Except Sidd Finch never existed.

Well, his imposter existed.  Call him a Baseball Forged Painting.

The whole thing was an April Fool’s prank engineered by SI Managing Editor Mark Mulvoy and Plimpton, best known for his book Paper Lion where he actually scrimmaged as a back-up quarterback with the NFL Detroit Lions.

Plimpton’s story was a masterpiece.  Immaculate research combined with perceptive, lyrical prose by the Fred Astaire of the English language.  If it was a forgery it would be a Rembrandt.  Fourteen pages so convincing you knew it had to be the straight goods because this is Sports Illustrated for God’s sake, and, sure, 168 seems like a wispy apparition blowing in the wind.  But Why Not?

After all, the guy is a Buddhist, studying to be a monk, a bona fide, genuine mystic, he’s an ascetic, his only possessions are a rug and a food bowl, and maybe, just maybe, he’s discovered the secret of Fast Twitch Muscle Transcendence, or Time Warp, or Koufax Perfection, or Yoga Levitation, or Yanni at the Taj Mahal, or Vodka.  Hell, maybe he’s Captain Kirk.  Who knew.

So fans wanted to believe even when they knew it was a stretch about as far as Manhattan to the Dalai Lama’s winter home in Lhasa.

In reality the embodiment of Sidd Finch was Oak Park, Illinois school teacher Joe Berton.  He just happened to be a friend of SI photog Lane Stewart, the dude clicking shots as Berton, a gangly 6-4 who fit Plimpton’s image of Sidd like a clone, conversed with Stottlemyre and Dykstra.

And the Mets went along with the gag like Laurel and Hardy.

                 "Sidd Finch Lives!"

SI did not pursue the joke for long.  Sidd Finch announced his retirement and got a standing ovation when he pontificated, "The perfect pitch, once a thing of harmony, is now an instrument of chaos and cruelty."

A week later SI owned up to the hoax by pointing out the first letter of each word in the secondary headline spelled out Happy April Fools.  I have no idea if anyone noticed that obscurity.

But you don’t K the Field of Dreams without a tenacious battle.  It will hang in and foul off borderline pitches until you throw something down the middle.    T-shirts and "Sidd Finch Lives!" bumper stickers popped up like weeds for a decade or more.

As for Joe Berton he was captivated by the hoax.

A New York Times story told it best.  When Joe/Sidd retired his fans wouldn’t let go.  "People started handing me baseballs to sign, and the first ball had Dwight Gooden and Gary Carter on it.  I just looked up and said: 'You don't want me to sign this. You've got Gooden and Carter on here.' They said: 'No, Sidd, sign it! Please?' So I put 'Sidd Finch' on it, and kept walking down the line signing autographs."

His wife Gloria says, "He absolutely loves it. Even now, at parties, people will go by and say, 'Hey, you're Sidd Finch!'

People want to believe, no matter how much proof they have to the opposite.  That may be good.  Maybe we have to hold on to our dreams.  But sometimes it can also be dysfunctional.  I’ll have to work on that one.

So Sidd Finch doesn't really exist.  Or does he?  Maybe he's just as real as anyone I write about.  Or just as unreal.  Maybe they're all in my imagination.  Or your's.  Take your pick.

Is that existential enough for you?

 

The 12 Infield Throws

One of the key reasons infielders make throwing errors is faulty footwork.  They’re off balance or rushed or out of rhythm.  I teach 12 infield throws to first base to correct this problem.

If you do these 12 two or three times a week you’ll develop a feel for your footwork, the timing, the cadence, like Gene Kelly dancing in “Singin' in the Rain.”  And you will seldom ever make a bad throw when it counts.

This is important.  We’re not fielding here.  Just throwing.  So you start with the ball in the glove.  As you perfect these moves you can have a coach roll the ball to each player, although that's not important.  The emphasis is always on throwing so we’re never distracted by a bad hop or a fumble.

At virtually every practice my infielders would run through all 12 from second and short.  Any where from 48 to 72 throws each workout.  We covered it thoroughly and then moved on to groundballs with double play feeds.

 STEP THROUGH

This is essentially a forward crow hop.  Every MLB infielder uses it all the time.  The right foot goes forward, in front of your body, an aggressive move toward first base.  Square the foot up as it lands and then step with your left foot and throw.  The step through insures you’ll close up your front side, aim your shoulder at the target, and stay perfectly balanced.

CROW HOP   

Every young infielder knows this basic move.  The right foot goes behind the left foot or heel to heel.  Then step with the left foot and throw.

                         STEP THROUGH, CROW HOP

Hard hit groundball.  You have to give the first baseman time to get to the bag.  Do you just stand there and wait?  Of course not, that would be counter productive, giving you too much time to think, which causes tension, and destroying the crucial momentum you gained as you played through the ball.

So you do a smooth, rhythmic double.  Step through with your right foot, step with your left, then crowhop, step and throw.  This gives the first baseman time, generates flow, and cuts down the distance.  When he played third base for the Yankees Alex Rodriguez used this as often as Penn and Teller make magic.  His steps were so aggressive he shortened his throws any where from 12 to 15 feet.

DOUBLE CROW HOP   

Same thing but with two crow hops.  These are usually faster than a step through to create energy toward first base and power behind the throw.  And, at times, you'll even see a shortstop escalate to a quick heel to heel triple.

TO YOUR LEFT   

Pretty simple.  Set-up at second base, break toward the hole, simulate picking up the groundball, and cut it loose.  The key is rotating your left shoulder to make sure it’s pointing to first base.

360   

Now you’re going even deeper into the hole.  Scoop the GB on the run, and, instead of fighting your momentum, just do a complete 360.

BACKHAND  

Crossover to your right, field the ball on your back hand.  Plant. Step. Throw.

Those are the first seven and they’re as basic as grade one math.  That doesn’t mean you should treat them lightly.  You’ll use these a lot so practice them as often as it snows on Whistler.

 But now we get a bit more complex and start to test your athleticism.

JUMP SHOT OFF YOUR LEFT FOOT   

This is the Derek Jeter Special.  Driving to your right, running full out, scoop the GB, step on to your left foot, elevate, pivot your body in the air, and throw before you land.  It’s acrobatic and it makes the highlight videos.  But it’s also a great addition to your Tool Box when you don’t have time to set and you need a quick release.  Second basemen use it a lot and it was one of Jeter’s favourite double play feeds.

JUMP SHOT OFF YOUR RIGHT FOOT  

Same as above but a bit tougher because now you’re taking off from your right foot.

QUICK RELEASE   

Routine groundball but you know the hitter can fly.  No time for a step through or crow hop.  Just take a short, quick jab step with your right foot to break inertia and get moving.  Then a snap throw.

Jimmy Rollins

PLAY THROUGH THE BALL BACKHAND  

This is also a quick release.   Coaches preach that you should get around the ball as much as possible.  Fine.  But sometimes it’s as productive as stock in Apple to play a high chop backhanded, even when it’s right at you.  By turning your glove you’re actually setting up to throw before the ball arrives and your left shoulder is targeted to first base.  Quick jab step and throw.  Jimmy Rollins uses this one as often as Tom Brady throws touchdown passes and it allows him to get rid of the ball in a nano second.

CHARGE   

I saved this one for last because it’s my favourite.  And it just may be the most important throw an infielder will ever learn.  So we’ll wait a couple days and go into it with precise detail.  Stay tuned.

                 

KEVIN NICHOLSON, PART ONE

           The Terminator at Shortstop

Kevin Nicholson devoured shortstop like The Terminator Times Ten.  He made Arnold (I can’t spell Schwarzenegger) look like the proverbial 98-pound weakling.  Kevin locked in to groundballs like a heat-seeking missile.  Drive something within a city block of him and you might as well veer off and head to the dugout.  He picked blistering shots like Warren Buffet scooping stocks.  Kevin was as quick as a panther and, if there’s ever been a better infielder in this country, it must have been Ozzie Smith’s Clone.

When I coached the Twins I saw Kevin at short with the Whalley Chiefs far too many times.  So the other day I asked him who nurtured his attacking, take no prisoners style.  And he gave me the answer I expected.

“It was Dennis,” he said.

Dennis Springenatic.  Who coached the Chiefs like General Patton directing the U.S. Third Army.  How tough were they?  As battle ready as storm troopers.  They gave you nothing.  You earned every hit, every run, every out.  The Chiefs were Killers.

“When I was 14 Dennis invited me to take some groundballs with the team,” Kevin remembers.  “He kept telling me to go get the ball, don’t sit back, play the ball, be aggressive.”

It was sage advice.  You can’t play shortstop if you’re timid.  PLAY THE BALL, DON’T LET IT PLAY YOU is the mantra of all great infielders.  And from there Kevin absorbed the nuances.  “You learn to create your own hops,” he explains.

                                      Kevin with the San Diego Padres

Dennis Springenatic competed at Lewis and Clark State for the legendary Ed Cheff, renowned for his MMA toughness.  Chef even erected a boxing ring in centerfield so two prospects could punch it out to see who would start at second base.  That may have embedded the Springo coaching style.

“He had his way,” Nicholson remembers with a grin.  “He created an atmosphere, a competitive edge.  He was demanding but you weren’t scared of him.  It was more respect than anything else.”

            "There was a great chemistry between them."

Of course, Dennis wasn’t alone.  His brother, Ted, was more laid back but a strong mentor with the players and they complemented each other like Jobs and Wozniak.  “They worked so well together,” Kevin says.  “They were like yin and yang.  Dennis was more aggressive.  Ted was the polar opposite, relaxed, the older brother who didn’t get as excited.  They were both full of knowledge.  There was a great chemistry between them.”

Kevin remembered one day when the guys weren’t swinging too well in a tournament at LC State.  “Ted told us it isn’t really that hard.  Then Dennis threw him some BP.  And Ted ripped line drive after line drive after line drive.  He probably hadn’t swung a bat in years but he made it look easy.”

Now get this.  Dennis Springenatic coached three…count ‘em…three first round draft picks.  Yes, I said THREE.  And two in the same year.

1997—Kevin Nicholson, Padres, 27th overrall
1997—Aaron Myette, White Sox, 43rd overall
2002—Adam Loewen, Orioles, fourth overall.

No one in this country has even come close to that record.

All three played in the big leagues.  Loewen just might be the greatest prospect to ever see the diamond in Canada.  He was developed by Dennis and Big Ben Gasiorowski and blitzed 94-96 with a smooth, easy delivery as an 18-year-old.  But, after leaving the Chiefs, somewhere along the line he started throwing at least a foot against his body, his velocity plummeted to 88, a stress fracture buckled his elbow, and he wound up with a metal plate in his arm.

Adam could have been a first rounder as a hitter so he made a comeback swinging the bat, and then converted once more back to pitching.  That historic journey is a first in the MLB.

But I digress.  Do you want to know how good the Chiefs were in those halcyon days?  Well, they were so stacked Nicholson often hit in the bottom third of the order.  Kevin says their lineup included a platoon of crushers like Chris “Archie” McGregor, Ben Taylor, Jeff Danton, Kevin Butterfield and Reid Ogden, and these guys could rake.  On the hill they had the likes of Myette, Rob Vale and Gasiorowski, who fired 90 plus bullets with pinpoint command.

Kevin fondly remembered the battles with the Twins.  “Your guys played the game hard.  They brought out the best in us.”  That included one memorable extra inning Canadian championship before a packed house at Whalley Stadium.  The lights were on a timer and, when 11 p.m. hit, the field went to black with a fastball halfway to the plate.  When it resumed the next day the Chiefs prevailed.

                    Switch-hitting and the 1994 draft

Nicholson was a switch-hitter, which means you have to make sure you get enough swings from both sides.  Close to 20 per cent of MLB hitters switch but they have the luxury of as much BP as they want.  For a high school kid it’s not that easy.

So he hitched his wagon to the batting cage that once inhabited the basement of Pro-Stock.  “I was there after school almost every day we weren’t playing,” he says.  Al Mauthe was on hand and he underlined the Springenatic work ethic.

Ultimately, all this commitment got him drafted in 1994.  Not the first round yet but a good start.  At the behest of local scout Don Archer the Angels selected him in the 42nd round.

Of course, he remembers the Draft Night very well.  It was also his Grad and he was at a party with his girlfriend.  “Dennis called and asked me to be at our game the next day at Ambleside.”  The Chiefs were playing the Twins with flamethrower Ryan Dempster on the hill.  Springenatic said “See you there.”  And it’s a tribute to the respect he has for Dennis and the Chiefs that he showed up the next day.  “I had to go,” he says.

In those days the Vancouver franchise was a Triple A farm club of the Angels.  So Archer invited him to a pre-game workout with guys like Garret Anderson, who notched a .293 average over 17 big league seasons, and Jose Uribe, who spent a decade at shortstop with the Giants.  Kevin took some BP and groundballs but he wasn’t at home.  “I didn’t feel ready for pro baseball,” he says.

He didn’t sign.  But the cards were still being dealt and Stetson University was his Ace in the Hole.

MORE ABOUT THAT IN KEVIN NICHOLSON, PART TWO

(NOTE: Kevin coaches the North Langley Pee Wee 13U's)   

 

COLLEGE BASEBALL

         Thomas Espig Rides the Yale Tornado

Thomas Espig hooked into a tornado.  Call it Pitching at Yale.

Thomas is a freshman at the iconic Ivy League campus on a baseball scholarship.  And his life is a veritable whirlwind.

“My schedule is very busy,” he said last week.  “I have to be somewhere all the time.”

A lot of that somewhere is on the diamond.  Spring break.  But not for the Yale Bulldogs.  They threw bull pens, took BP swings, pounced on fungoes, and worked out as they prepped for four battles against Holy Cross at Columbia University's field in New York City.

Yale doesn’t have a Junior Varsity, which means Freshman Espig, who threw here for the Cannons and the Chiefs, is embedded with the Big Boys.  That has some disadvantages, of course, mostly limited game time on the hill.  But it also means he’s in the deep end and learning to swim with the sharks.  Some guys can handle that, some can’t.  Thomas can.

“I threw a short bull pen today working on all my pitches, fastball, curve, slider, change-up.  My arm feels great.  But my mind is all over the place.  I’ve just got to figure it out.”  Then he adds, “My dad says I’m thinking too much.”

Good point.  Peter Espig played football at UBC, graduated with an MBA from Columbia Business School, became a vice-president for financial juggernaut Goldman Sachs, and then set sail on his own highly successful business ventures.  His advice is Aces.

Thomas had several scholarship offers but he loved the atmosphere at the New Haven, Connecticut campus and settled on Yale.  He's throwing 88 to 89 in scrimmages and projected to be the top lefthander on the Bulldogs staff when he translates that into games.

NCAA campus life can be a sudden jolt to a freshman but, knowing Thomas, it won’t take long for him to get focused.  He’s been reading about the Mental Game of Baseball and looking at videos from guys like Greg Maddux, one of the greatest mentors since Jedi Jets coach Obi-Wan Kenobi stunned Darth Vader’s Galactic Empire Lightsabers by teaching Luke Skywalker the splitter.  Like father, like son.  (If you don’t remember that momentous seven game series Google it or call George Lucas)

                       "I'm busy all the time"

One of the things Thomas appreciates the most about Yale baseball is the freedom the coaches give their players when it comes to conditioning.  “It’s individualistic,” he says.  “You can do your own workouts and your own recovery stuff.”  That includes pumping iron, throwing weighted baseballs and resistance bands.  Thomas prefers the bands and doesn’t use the weighted balls.  After his bull pen he went to the gym to lift.

The academics are challenging, which is good.  “It’s hard work.  I’m busy all the time.”

But there’s also the Baseball House where a lot of the seniors live and the parties offer an oasis.  “We have a lot of fun,” he says.  “Of course, the freshmen have to clean up.”  Some things never change.

                       Clemson and Japan 

Yale plays a tough schedule, including the powerhouse Clemson Tigers, ranked seventh in the NCAA.

For a freshman, seeing Division One combat is an accomplishment in itself and Thomas has been on the hill three times.

In his first start this spring he threw a gangbusters opening frame, a K and two flyouts against William and Mary.  But four singles and a pair of walks racked up a quartet of earned runs and Yale got clipped 7-6.  The second time around he pitched briefly as the Bulldogs outlasted Wofford 18-15 in an OK Corral shootout.  Then he tossed an inning against Holly Cross and gave up one run.

His coaches, led by head honcho John Stuper, have been supportive.  They expect him to get drafted by his senior year, which is fine, but Thomas has a solid second option.  He grew up in Japan, where his father worked for GS, and he’d love to go back there to play when he graduates.

But right now he’s riding a tornado.  Yale.  Ivy League baseball.  Saddle up.

MAKING THE ROUNDS--Kelowna's DAWSON YATES is off to a great start at Texas A&M's Corpus Christi campus.  The senior, listed as a Utility player, has 22 knocks in 64 AB's for the second highest average on the Islanders roster at .344.  Last year he was as prolific as MORGAN FREEMAN, posting a .421 with three jacks...Langley Blaze grad GRIFFIN ANDREYCHUK, who played in the Canada Cup in 2012, hit .293 as a junior at Seattle U last season.  This time around he's dropped off a bit, 16 for 73 for .219, but he's started every game for the Redhawks, a good sign...Former Vancouver Cannons infielder MAX WOOD has seen limited action for the University of Central Florida Knights, which is a mystery.  He's only had 10 AB's with a pair of hits.  By the way, the roster bio tells us his grandfather played cricket at Oxford.  Good to know.

Socrates in the Greek on deck circle

“All I know is that I know nothing at all”

                        --Socrates, RHP, OF, Athenian Academy

So what does a Greek philosopher have to do with baseball?  Sure, Socrates and Plato and Aristotle are The Godfathers of modern civilization and three of the greatest minds who ever existed on this fragile Globe.  But what the hell does that mean to Ruth, the Mighty Bambino?  In fact, Socrates never won more than 11 on the hill and only hit a mediocre .257 in the 400 BC Hemlock League.  So much for the Socratic Method of Staying Inside the Ball.

But…as a coach those words are my criterion.  As much as I know---and it is a lot---I always assume there’s more, much more.  I never stop exploring, listening, researching, learning.  I know what I teach is good.  But I’m always trying to find something even better.  When you stop learning you stagnate. I will never stop learning.  So…

                               “I know nothing at all.” 

 

 The WBC plays Russian Roulette

        Is Clayton Kershaw a Communist?

Ernie Whitt says the only way this country can compete in the WBC is for the best Canadian major leaguers to get a maple leaf tattooed on their chest and join the party.  True.  But…

Take a look at this list of Monsters, a group of flamethrowers who make Kong look like your average next door neighbor chimpanzee.  They’re all American breds but none of them hooked into the Team USA roster that blanked Puerto Rico 8-0 for the WBC title.

Clayton Kershaw 12-4
Madison Bumgarner 15-9
Jake Arrieta 18-8
Jon Lester 19-5
Max Scherrzer 20-7
Rick Porcello 22-4
Corey Kluber 18-9
David Price 17-9
Chris Sale 17-10
Aaron Sanchez 15-2
Stephen Strasburg 13-4
Justin Verlander 16-9
Kyle Hendricks 16-8
Cole Hamels 15-5
Chris Tillman 16-6

I could go and on an on but 15 is more than enough.  Combined they won more games last season than Trump sent tweets.  You’d need to resurrect Ruth, Gehrig, Cobb, DiMaggio, Mantle, Maris, Williams, Musial and Clemente, then add Aaron, Mays, Rose, Bonds and McGwire in their prime to score a run against this Marauding Band of Mound Warriors.  These guys aren’t just lights out, they’re a New York State Blackout.

Hitters?  How about Mike Trout and Dustin Pedroia and Kris Bryant and Chris Davis and Anthony Rizzo and Matt Holliday and Josh Donaldson and Ryan Braun and…well, you get the picture Picasso is painting.  This is the NON Team USA that would wreak havoc on WBC pitchers, even those two knuckleball aces from the Antarctica I keep hearing about.

Are they Un-American because they choose to stay with the team that actually pays them multi millions of dollars to be sharp and ready?  Should Congress rescind their citizenship?  Are they rampant Terrorists?  Why don’t they wrap the Stars and Stripes around their shoulders, bow to President What’s His Name and do the watusi?  Damn Communists.  Haven’t these guys seen Hamilton?

Guess not.  But, then again, they’re simply taking care of business.  For their team.  And their family.

 Kershaw, baseball's most productive pitcher, loads as he drives down the hill    

 JIMMY FLAMETHROWER AND THE $20 MILLION ARM 

Let’s say you’re 28-year-old Jimmy Flamethrower and you just signed a five-year $100 million contract to toss fastballs for the Padres.  My grade one math is extended here but I think it works out to roughly 20 mill a year.

So you come to spring training to prep.  You’re locked into the starting rotation, you’re not a rookie showcasing your stuff, there’s no need to impress anyone.  Maybe you’re fine tuning your circle change or working on a fourth pitch.  No hurry, just stay the course and gradually increase your work load.

By nature you’re as competitive as a pool shark and you certainly don’t want to get lit up, but the box scores are about as important as a speck of lint.  You have no idea why they even bother to keep score in spring training, which is all about pitchers strengthening their arms and hitters nailing down their timing.  All that really matters is keeping your arm sound for your Game Plan, which kicks off when the calendar turns to April.

San Diego is paying you a fortune, more Benjamin Franklin’s than you ever thought existed.  You know you’ll still have a shrapnel burst of fuel left in the tank to go full throttle in the October playoffs and the Padres are counting on you.  So is your lady and your three kids.  Plus your parents and dozens of relatives you didn’t know existed and 50 former high school teammates and 318 dudes who’ve met you once and brag they are your best friend.

                    THE MAYOR OF SAN DIEGO 

But, suddenly, without warning, a lightning bolt strikes your heart and you get a shot of patriotism for the Good Old US of A.  WBC bound.  And your whole schedule begins to rush.  Now the bell rings in March, which means an extra month of competitive work on the hill.

It isn't really how much you'll throw in the WBC.  It's more that you can't pace yourself, you have to be ready to go full out.  If you're not in game shape, all it takes is just one pitch, one off balance lunge, one bad landing with your stride foot, and POP, there goes the supraspinatus in your rotator cuff.

While the SoCal brass hold their breath you survive the WBC and you’re on a roll, winning 21.  You’re the Mayor of San Diego, the Ace, the King Pin, and you spearhead the Padres into the playoffs.  Just when your arm is starting to wear down.  That extra month has taken its toll, like a parasite.

But you battle through and pitch the seventh game of the World Series at about 80 per cent.  Your arm drags and you feel wasted.  You lose 5-3 in the biggest moment of your life, throwing 92-93 instead of 96-97.  The timing of the WBC has played Russian Roulette with your arm and robbed you (and the Padres) of a pedestal in MLB folklore.

The Internet trolls are calling you a choker, the dudes who are Jimmy Flamethrower’s Best Friend Forever never heard of you, and, in a few years, you'll realize this was your only shot at a World Series ring.

But it could be even worse.  That extra month has stressed the UCL in your elbow and it begins to fray, not much at first, just a miniscule tear, but inexorably, relentlessly, it shreds, a drop, then a dribble, then a stream, and finally a flood and the pain shoots through like a taser.  Tommy John.  And your whole career is in Jeopardy.

Of course, a pitcher can strain his elbow in spring training.  But the difference between that and the WBC is as wide as the gap between Earth and Alpha Centauri.  As a world renowned physicist I calculate the WBC as 6.7 times more intense.

Actions have consequences.  Some are immediate.  Some take longer to crystallize.  Is it any wonder these guys don’t want to risk their immense salaries and their shot at history for the World Baseball Classic?

                 MOVE THE WBC TO OCTOBER 

The WBC is fun but obviously it comes at the wrong time.  Buck Martinez thinks it should be at the All-Star break, which is a non-starter.  Even compressed to a week it would dissect the MLB season and leave a gaping wound in July just when their attendance is starting to peak.

The WBC is tailor-made for the last two weeks of October.  Right after the first round of the playoffs when there are only four teams left.  Players could take a short break, refresh, replenish, and then saddle up without skipping a beat.  Pitchers could throw two or three bull pens to stay sharp and come back stronger than ever.

That won’t happen, of course, because it’s just too damn logical.  MLB would be afraid it would attack their TV ratings but I think just the opposite is true.  Scheduled intelligently it would enhance the two LCS showdowns.

Apparently, the WBC in October is a Communist plot, created by Lenin, nurtured by Stalin, and deep sixed by Gorbachev.  And nothing to do with Kershaw or Trout.

SLIDERS—Don’t get me wrong.  Despite all this, the WBC has been very entertaining.  Not just the games.  The Japanese fans, for instance, are wonderful.  They chant, they cheer, they dance, they have as much fun as their id will allow.  They have spirit.  And the Japanese players are the epitome of class.  PETER ESPIG, who spent a lot of time in Japan working for Goldman Sachs, has often told me how much he appreciates their attitude toward sports.  He’s right…The nationality of a lot of the players is a mystery.  If your great, great grandfather from Sacramento glanced at a map in 1920 to find Madrid you qualify to play for Spain...And MANNY MACHADO was born in Hialeah, Florida, went to high school in Miami, developed in the Baltimore minor league system, and blossomed in the major leagues with the Orioles.  But he plays for the Dominican and I’m not sure if he’s ever set foot in that country...MATT VASGERSIAN seems like a nice young guy and he does a creditable job teaming with JOHN SMOLTZ, except when he gets excited about a routine fly ball to right.  But Matt made a point of telling us Canadian pitcher SCOTT RICHMOND’s high school doesn’t have a baseball team so he only played summer ball.  Sorry, Matt, but there is no high school baseball any where in B.C. and none that I can find in Canada.  Everyone here plays “summer” baseball and it often seems to go on all year round…Vasgersian is not alone.  Baseball America always lists draft picks with their high school, which is par for the course in the States because that’s the home base for virtually every player.  North of the 49th you play “summer” baseball.

Playing more than one sport

           March Madness and You

If you’re a baseball player and you didn't watching March Madness, then you should take a look next time around.

This is the UA of sports.  Ultimate Athleticism.  Feet so quick they’re a blur.  Speed like a flash drive.  The skill of a diamond cutter.  The power of Kong.  The endurance of a marathon runner.  The courage of a boxer.

64 talented teams.  Great athletes.  Great coaches.

Compare NCAA basketball to the NBA.

Here is offense in the NBA.  One guy with the ball going one-on-one.  He’ll drive and go to the hoop or he’ll draw a crowd and feed to a shooter lounging outside the three-point line.  The other four sort of stand around…watching.  Or resting.  Are they tired or did they pay to get in?

So maybe they get really adventurous and a second guy gets involved to run a pick and roll.  A pick and roll. That was old news when Leonardo da Vinci, the Father of Everything, shot jumpers as a point guard against Michelangelo in the Florence Basketball Association.

Sometimes you'll see a screen away (the Wizards do a lot of that) and there's always Phil Jackson’s triangle offense, which apparently has the Knicks confused.

On the other end of the spectrum is college hoop.  Lots of movement on offense and multiple defences. They play man, two or three different zones, a 1-3-1 half court trap, a 1-2-2 zone press, and they often change them up to force the other team to adapt.  Basketball is an extremely physical game but it also has as much mental gymnastics as a physics class at Stanford.

And what is the point of this pointless diatribe?

                   A BETTER ATHLETE

Simple.  You should play more than one sport and basketball is a perfect choice.  Or soccer.  Or hockey.  I’d mention lacrosse, which is a game I love, but it would probably conflict with baseball too much.

Basketball develops everything for an athlete.  If you combine hoop with your off season training you will become a better baseball player.  Why?  Because you will become a better athlete.

When I say off season baseball training I mean lifting weights properly (and boy is that a topic we have to discuss), agility, flexibility, sprinting, plyometrics, yoga, which has become a mainstay with a lot of pro players, or whatever you can imagine.

Take two or three months off from throwing, or at least a break from bull pens and the mound.  Your arm begs for rest to heal and strengthen.  That doesn’t mean you can’t play catch when you feel like it, just gear it down.

And come back to baseball refreshed, energized, and eager to get at it again. Just like it was when you first started playing the game.  Remember?

This is the age of Specialization, with teams going 10, 11, 12 months of the year.  It leads to Overuse and Burnout.  

                              Max Scherzer.  Two no-hitters in one season.  

If you listen to guys like Eric Cressey or Alwyn Cosgrove or Brian Grasso you’ll understand.  These are three of the top training gurus on earth and they all recommend playing more than one sport.  I repeat.  This makes you a better baseball player because it makes you a better athlete.  

Cressey is the mentor for some of the top talent in baseball, including Max Scherzer, who was 20-7 with the Nationals, and Corey Kluber, 18-9 with the Indians.  Scherzer has a pair of Immaculate Doubles.  He won the Cy Young for the second time last season and he fired two no-hitters in 2015.       

The training at Eric Cressey Performance is a mix of Cutting Edge high tech Science and Perceptive Art.  But Eric says he’s seeing kids now who are a lot less athletic than even 10 years ago.  “Clearly, what we're doing isn't working. It's time to get kids moving, encourage fun and free play, and discourage early specialization.”

Brian Grasso sends an echo.  “Kids are over-specializing at a young age, which is counterproductive to their ultimate ability.”

                   BURN OUT AND OVER-USE

The American Academy of Pediatrics has their back.  It says about 60 million kids from six to 18 play sports in the U.S. and 27 per cent specialize as early as seven years of age, competing year round on multiple teams.  They estimate 70 per cent drop out by age 13, often from stress and burnout.  “The sport almost feels like a job to them.  There can be high levels of depression and the inability to complete tasks.”

The National Association of State Athletic Associations also tabs burnout as the culprit.  “Kids get bored when they have to do the same thing over and over again.”  They also deplore too much adult organization.  “When adults are always in charge kids don’t learn to communicate, to solve problems and disagreements, or have fun for the sake of having fun.”  Amen.

Then the clincher.  “Athletes enhance hand-eye coordination, balance, endurance and agility by participating in a variety of sports.  A full 87 per cent of 2015 NFL draft picks were multi-sport athletes.”  They point out some football players take ballet classes to develop different types of movement.  “Multi-sport athletes are overall more creative and less mechanical.”

Repeating the same movements with the same sets of muscles leads to injury.  Just ask Dr. James Andrews, the renowned Tommy John surgeon.

Okay, enough.  Suffice it to say, if you play basketball or soccer on a team, or just pick-up games, you will improve as a baseball player.  And you won’t burnout like a shooting star.

                           A young Gretzky, who yearned to play SS with the Tigers

                   AND THEN THERE'S THE GREAT ONE

I give you Wayne Gretzky.

He played lacrosse and baseball and he thought he might even be a world class 1,500 meter or marathon runner.  "I would have taken baseball all day long,"  The Great One told Dan Patrick.  "I grew up such a big Tigers fan."  In fact, if he had his druthers it would be playing shortstop in Detroit rather than hockey in Edmonton.

But Walter Gretzky kept telling his son he was a hockey player and Wayne finally gave in.  "At 14 or 15 I said, OK, I love baseball but I'm not going to be a professional baseball player."  So he focused on the puck.

How much did playing baseball and lacrosse help Gretzky become the most prolific hockey player ever?  Of course, we'll never know but he's a classic example of a multi-sport athlete.

                    MJ DUNKS FROM THE FOUL LINE

I used to coach basketball and it's really my favourite sport.

Case in point.  Michael Jordan is the second greatest athlete I’ve ever seen.  He popped 25-foot jumpers like they were as easy as shaking hands, he drove to the hole like a tiger, he fed, he battled tenaciously on defence, and he pulled the ball down off the glass.  I have video of MJ leaving the floor at the foul line and dunking.  That’s 15 feet through the air with a slam dunk exclamation point.  Must be on YouTube but, if not, imagine it when you’re watching March Madness.

                                      MJ drives for the Bulls                 

                   SECRETARIAT BY 31

And who is the greatest athlete of alltime?

Secretariat.  Triple Crown, 1973.  His move from last to first in the Preakness was breath-taking.  And then, for an encore, he torched the Belmont, winning by 31 lengths, blitzing the mile and a half in 2:24 and breaking the American track record by two full seconds, a mark that’s never been eclipsed.

“He really paced himself,” said jockey Ron Turcotte.  “He is smart.  I think he knew he was going one and a half miles.  I never pushed him.”

Think about that.  He’s totally unchallenged.  He could have stopped at the 16th pole for a cup of coffee and still won handily.  And he destroyed the track record by a full two seconds.  How fast would he have gone if he’d been pushed?

I know.  He’s a horse.  But no human being has ever come close to that athletic accomplishment.

This once in a lifetime shot has absolutely nothing to do with these stories.  But I just love it.  Apparently, it's from the 2008 Olympics and the photog clicked at exactly the perfect moment.  This just may be the greatest baseball pic ever taken.  Bravo.

DANNY DUFFY GETS IT

                     Did I mention Simplify?

Finally, baseball is catching up.

For 20 years now I’ve been telling pitchers to simplify their delivery.  Get rid of excess motion that contributes nothing.  If you’re even slightly off balance your velocity and command both suffer.  Throw from the set to get as stable as concrete.  And, if you’re as Wobbly as a Weeble, cut down your knee raise.

Simplify.  Simplify.  Simplify.

The wind-up is not necessary.  A high knee raise is not necessary.  In fact, they can both be as lethal as a Cessna pilot with Vertigo.

Did I mention Simplify, Simplify, Simplify?

David Price gets it.  Noah Syndergaard gets it.  Andrew Miller gets it.  Fernando Rodney gets it.  Clay Buchholz gets it.  Yu Darvish gets it.  Marco Estrada gets it.  They either throw from the stretch or cut down on knee raise.

Virtually every closer in the game gets it.  They ALL throw from the set.

Danny Duffy gets it.

And John Smoltz gets it.  Well, at least some of it.

Smoltz is an erudite, enlightened, intelligent and perceptive baseball analyst, as wise as Casey Stengel morphed into Tony La Russa with DNA from Joe Maddon.  Is that enough gratuitous compliments?  But…

Smoltz watched lefthander Duffy throwing from the stretch as Team USA blanked Canada 8-0.  First he said, “He’s condensed his mechanics and it’s helped his command.”  All right.  So far so good.  Then the kicker.  “I always liked seeing starters utilizing the wind-up as some form of deception.”  Hmm, and that may be partially true.

But he follows with, “Technically, pitchers throw a bit harder out of the wind-up...I guess.”  I guess.  Sorry, John, you guess wrong.

Next, “You create something for the hitter, he has to learn how to time your mechanics.  From the stretch it’s kind of one piece.  There’s not much to it.”  Well, actually there’s a lot to it.  Velocity.  Command.  They should count for something.  Shouldn’t they?

Smoltz also mentioned Duffy was the Team USA ace.  He’s the ace.  And he throws from the set.  Did I mention he’s the ACE and he throws from the SET?

John has undoubtedly seen Aroldis Chapman uncork 104 mph howitzers.  Or Andrew Miller sit on 93-95, peak at 98, and break off sliders so filthy they need a bath.  And he must have noticed they both throw from the stretch.

  Aroldis Chapman's classic follow through after another 100 mph explosion.
Throwing from the set.  (Anthony Gruppuso photo)

Smoltz obviously remembers Mariano Rivera breaking bats with his cutter.  Or Goose Gossage handcuffing hitters with high 90’s heat and a vicious slider.  Or Trevor Hoffman mesmerizing them with a fastball on the black and a palm ball change that dipped and dived like a swallow.  Or…I could on and on and on but I’m sure you get the picture.  None of these guys needed a wind-up.

Neither did Billy Wagner, who was only 5-9 but fired 102 bullets as often as Mickey Rooney got married.  Wagner is an amazing story.  He was righthanded but broke his arm when he was a kid and started throwing with his left.  And I have multi videos of him blitzing the radar gun at 100 mph or more.  From the set.

I had a guy, Adam Daniels, who threw for the Twins.  And always from the stretch.  Scouts would ask me if he also used a wind-up.  I said sure, but why?  Then they’d either stare or mumble.  And I never heard an answer that made even the slightest bit of sense.  Adam was drafted a record five times, including his senior year at Oklahoma State, and pitched as high as Double A for the Cardinals.  More on him later.

I will always give John Smoltz a pass because he was an exceptional pitcher and one of the best analysts in a business that has a lot of dumbbells making comments so stupid they make the Three Stooges look like Stephen Hawking.  When they asked Larry Walker if he wanted to get into TV he answered, “No way.  I see some of my former teammates and I wonder if they ever played the game with some of the things they say.”

Baseball is inundated with Old School Out of Date Behind the Times Unscientific Blatantly Asinine Ridiculous Bull Durham.  Did I mention Out of Date?  It reminds me of the hockey mentality when Roger Neilson got mocked and called Captain Video for having the audacity to record games.  He was also the first puck guy to use headsets to communicate with his assistants.  Wow.  Coaching with video and headsets?  All that goldarn crazy Science stuff?  Who’d a thunk it?

Yes, there are guys who use slight of hand like a Vegas magician doing card tricks.  Knee raise, then hold at the mythical balance point for two counts.  Double wind-up.  Quick pitch.  Spin, pause, hesitate, answer your smartphone, then go while the hitter is taking a coffee break.  Get as much “deception” in your delivery as possible because you don’t have enough velocity to scare a kid in Little League.

                     Yu Darvish, who throws from the set for the Rangers

A lot of Japanese hurlers are brilliant Ph.D’s when it comes to deception.  They love it.  And I admire their creativity.  But they often sit on high school velocity, 84 to 88.  The ones who translate best to the MLB are power pitchers like Darvish, who strafes the radar gun, and Masahiro Tanaka, who isn't overpowering but has surgical command and so much movement you think he's pitching in an earthquake.  Tanaka's split dive bombs, his fastball runs and sinks and he's been the Yankees saviour going 39 and 16 over the past three seasons.  And, by the way, did I mention Yu throws from the set?

I have nothing against the wind-up.  It may give you a feeling of rhythm and rhythm is good.  And nothing against a high knee raise.  Nothing at all.  If you have solid balance from the wind-up with a high knee raise then fire away.  No problem.  But neither will add velocity or command.  Not a lick.  Not a third of an mph.  Nada.  In fact, the wind-up may reduce both.  Just ask Aroldis Chapman or Trevor Rosenthal or Andrew Miller.  Or Danny Duffy.  Go on, ask them.

If you’re even slightly off balance…simplify…simplify.

Did I mention simplify?

 

“Unless you pitch, nothing really matters.”

                                                          --JOE TORRE
                                                       Yankees manager for four World Series titles

LITTLE THINGS, part one

                     Shaking off the catcher

As Joe Torre says, if you don't have solid pitching you're a 747 without wings, a Magnum without bullets, an actor without a stage.

The concrete foundation of a baseball team is built on pitchers and catchers.  Then the first floor belongs to the hitters, the second floor is chock full of fielding, and the attic stores PFP, baserunning, cuts and relays.

But there are also a lot of LITTLE THINGS.  They’re the shingles on the roof and there are hundreds of them.  They keep the rain out and they’ll win you a chunk of games.

Every week I’m going to talk about one of these LITTLE THINGS.  Today we’ll start with…

                  SHAKING AROUND

 One of the most frustrating things for me as a coach is getting my pitchers to take charge.  I started throwing a curveball when I was 11 and from then on the game was mine.  When the catcher put down a signal, it was a suggestion, nothing more.  If I wanted something else I just shook my head until he gave me the number I wanted.

I never had a coach who called the signals.  If one had tried I would have handed him the ball and said, “Okay, you pitch.”  I know how arrogant that sounds but a good chunk of arrogance goes a long way when you step on the mound.  Believing in yourself is a prerequisite and my coaches all knew I understood infinitely more about pitching than they did.  So they left me alone.

College coaches love to call signals.  I despise it.  When you call the game for your pitcher you’re telling him you don’t think he’s smart enough to figure it out.  You’re telling him you don’t trust his judgement.  You’re telling him he’s not in charge.  You’re telling him you have no confidence in him.  You are essentially bruising his ego with a battering ram.

So why is he out there?

When you step on the mound the game belongs to you.  It’s yours.  You get the W or the L pinned to your name in the box score.  I’d rather see you throw the wrong pitch, the one you want, than the right pitch called by the coach.  Your belief will make it work.  Or you will learn.  Learning is good.

I can manage the game better than the guy on the hill.  But what does that prove?  And how does that help him develop?  How will he grow if I won’t even let him call his own pitches?  That sends this wonderful message: I don’t believe in you.

I’m trying to develop my players.  Not just physically.  But also mentally.  I want them to take responsibility, to learn to make decisions, to become a man.  There is something very subliminal about this.  It’s an attitude.  A lot of kids have never been asked to take control of anything.  So they shy away and become passive.  They run away from stress as if its Ebola and they're relieved when the coach calls the pitches.

This is detrimental in so many ways I'd need a doubleheader of closer Sigmund Freud and DH Alfred Adler to explain it.  (Look it up.)  Stress comes with the territory and learning to deal with it positively is a Life Lesson.  It really helps if the coach supports ALL the decisions, especially the WRONG ones.

The more the pitcher takes charge the more positive and powerful he becomes.  The more he grows.  The more he believes in himself.  Isn’t that what this is all about?
                        

Bob Gibson in 1968 when he posted 17 K's in game one of the World Series.
And no one ever told him what to throw.  (See Tim McCarver below)

Watch big league pitchers.  They shake off signals as often as McDonald's sells a Big Mac.  TV analysts will talk about a catcher calling a good game and there’s no doubt it helps when the dude behind the plate is in synch with the guy on the hill.  But the catcher calls nothing.  He makes a suggestion, which the pitcher either accepts or shakes his head until he gets what he wants.

NOTE: With a runner on first, you will often see the catcher peering into the dugout.  But he’s not looking for pitch selection.  A coach, who is perusing baserunning stats as if they were the Holy Grail, tells him if the pitcher should throw over.  In which case the catcher flips his thumb, a pick-off signal.

Mark Buehrle was famous for never shaking off.  Which I don’t understand.  I don’t want a robot out there or a guy who thinks the receiver is relaying the Gettysburg Address.  As soon as the ball crosses the plate you should be sure what your next pitch will be.  It’s your call.

    So what does Shaking Around mean?

The catcher puts down one finger for a fastball.  You shake it off.

Then two fingers for the curveball.  Shake again.

Okay, three for your slider.  Another twist of the head.

So the catcher exhausts your repertoire and wiggles for your circle change.  Once again, you shake it off.

With nothing left in the tool box, your catcher starts all over again.  He slides one finger down for the second time.

And you throw a fastball down the middle.

Meanwhile, let’s visit the batter’s box.  The hitter’s mind is racing like he’s in a Star Trek time warp.  How many pitches does this guy throw?  He’s absolutely sure the fastball is no longer in the mix because that would certainly be the first or second signal.

So he’s conjuring up all sorts of mysteries for your Apocalyptic Fifth Pitch.  In keeping with our Star Trek analogy maybe it’s something as weird as a Gravity Ball from an Alien who's Universal Slider was all the rage in the Jupiter  Rookie League.  Or maybe it will pull a Criss Angel and disappear like a wisp of smoke.  Or sprout wings and soar over the backstop.  Or slam on the brakes halfway to the plate, make a U turn, and return to the mound like a forkball boomerang.

The hitter waits for the Fifth Pitch Bizarro to shred, to deliver the punch line.  But the fastball simply meanders into the catcher’s glove for a called strike three.

That’s Shaking Around.  I used it once almost every game I pitched for 15 years and it always worked.  A little thing.  A shingle.  Keeping out the rain.

                      HOW TOUGH WAS BOB GIBSON?

                 “One time I went out to the mound to talk to Bob Gibson.  But
                   he told me to get back behind the plate.  He said the only thing
                   I knew about pitching was that it was hard to hit."
                                          --Catcher, analyst and interviewer TIM McCARVER

 

The ineffable Nolan Ryan driving to the plate.  Seven no-hitters, 12 one-hitters and  5,714 strikeouts.  He topped 100 mph but there are those who say Steve Dalkowski legitimately hit 110.  Can that be true?  Scroll down to answer this question for the ages. 

 

Stay Inside the Ball

Nothing bothers pro hitting coaches more than a guy with a LONG swing.  They wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely and mumbling, “Get short to the ball, stay inside the ball.  Please, please.”

LONG means two things.  Dropping the bat head and looping.  Or hooking around the ball.  Those two are as welcome as that crazy uncle who visits on Thanksgiving, thinks forks are an alien conspiracy, and keeps yammering about the awesome Aerosmith gig he saw in 1978.  LONG is flat out evil.

It seems like no big deal when you’re LONG in tee ball.  But it starts a bad habit that can become chronic and as hard to correct as giving up Oh Henry bars.  Better to nip LONG in the bud when you’re eight than wage war against it when you’re in high school.  When they start throwing in the mid-80’s LONG is as lethal as climbing Everest in a tee shirt.

LOOPING AND HOOKING

Looping means you’re sloppy and late.  Hooking equals a broken bat or a foul ball.

Coaches always talk about being SHORT, a term I avoid like a virus.  SHORT  to a lot of young hitters gives them the image of punching the ball with an abbreviated swing.  Not good.

I coached a player with the Twins, Andrew Clements, who had a solid line drive left-handed swing and hammered shots in the gap for doubles.  Then he went to college.  When he came back he took some rips at Ambleside.  But they weren’t rips.  He was punching the ball with very little impact.  SHORT.  At least that’s what his college coach called it.  I called it a waste of talent.  He went from a guy who hammered line drives to a guy who poked routine groundballs.  Not a good trade.  By the end of the workout Andrew, a very good athlete who later became an exceptional coach, was back to ripping.

Okay, so now I’m asking you to do some visualization here.  Put yourself in the batter’s box and imagine what it feels like swinging the bat.  (Take a look at the next segment for more on visualizing.)

When I coach a hitter I never use the word SHORT.  I want him to start with his hands as DEEP as possible without being stiff and bar armed.  This gives him leverage and drive.  Then I show him how to take the bat head DIRECTLY to the ball.  No loop.  DIRECTLY to the ball.  This is the first answer to LONG.

Getting your hands back is crucial.  It seems counterintuitive but DEEP actually gets the barrel to the Rawlings much faster because the leverage ignites bat speed like a drag racer generating RPMs.  Bat speed is as crucial as sunscreen in Arizona.

    This is the LAUNCHING PAD and it's crucial.  The hitter has a
wide base, his hands are DEEP, he's perfectly balanced, and
he's COILED and primed to EXPLODE.  If he takes the barrel
DIRECTLY to the hitting zone, stays INSIDE THE BALL, and
POPS HIS HIPS he's in great shape to drive a shot in the gap.

Okay, so far, so good.  We’re creating violent impact by taking the bat head DIRECTLY to the ball, which eliminates looping.  So what about hooking?

That feisty guy on the hill has you in a hole, a 1-2 count, and he comes inside with an 88 mph fastball on the black.  If you cast your hands away from your body you’ll either get jammed and splinter your Louisville wood or come around the ball and hook it foul.  Neither one will get you to B.C. Selects camp.

So you PULL YOUR HANDS IN and POP YOUR HIPS

Watching games on TV I often heard analysts talk about staying inside the ball.  Didn’t know what it meant.  How do you get inside the baseball without tearing the cover off?  Finally figured it out.  And realized it’s one of the most important fundamentals of hitting.

You’re looking for contact on the sweet spot.  So you PULL YOUR HANDS IN and EXPLODE YOUR HIPS like a Whirling Dervish.  (And you haven’t heard that term for a few decades)  This Daily Double gives you a winner.  Suddenly, you barrel the heat and drive a double in the gap.  No broken bat, no wasted foul ball.

That’s all it takes.  Don’t cast.  Pull your hands in.  And pop your hips.

So we’ve got the answer to the dreaded LONG.  We’re not going to punch at the ball, which is about as effective as eating tomato soup with a fork.  We’ll get DEEP with our hands and swing DIRECT to the ball to stop looping.  And STAY INSIDE THE BALL to keep it fair.

The next step is extending THROUGH THE BALL for as long as possible.  But that’s another story.

Right now it’s DIRECT and INSIDE.  And your hitting coach can sleep at night.

 

                        Visualization

The University of Chicago did an experiment involving visualization and basketball.  For openers, they had the players shoot 100 free throws and recorded their percentages.  Next, they divided them into three groups.

GROUP A—Didn’t practice.  No free throws.  No visualization.  Nada.
GROUP B—Shot free throws one hour daily.
GROUP C—No shooting.  But VISUALIZED free throws every day.

          After 30 days they tested the athletes again.  The result?

GROUP A—No improvement.  Some scores dropped.
GROUP B—Scores improved 24% by practicing.
GROUP C
—Scores improved 23% by VISUALIZING 

Visualization is a great way to practice when you’re away from the field.  It’s not easy.  It takes concentration and imagination but the results are magnificent.  Close your eyes and practice.  See the ball onto the bat and a line shot in the gap.  Visualize the catcher’s glove and see yourself throwing a blazing strike with perfect mechanics.

“If you close your eyes and visualize doing something your body’s actions are programmed exactly the same as if you actually did it.  As your brain imagines a movement, the neurons transmit those impulses from the brain to the muscles."
                               --JUDD BLASLOTTO, Ph.D power lifter

E=mc2

      "Imagination is more important than knowledge.”

--ALBERT EINSTEIN, the father of modern physics and the atomic bomb.  He developed his Theory of Relativity by imagining he was soaring through space riding on a photon.  And, if you can figure out what those equations mean, you're probably not reading this, anyway.

 

TALKING TO KEVIN NICHOLSON HE MENTIONED COMPETING AGAINST GUYS WHO TOOK STEROIDS.  THAT WAS THE AGE OF JUICE WHEN THE SUITS MORE OR LESS TURNED THEIR BACK ON THE PROBLEM UNTIL IT GOT SO BAD THEY WERE FORCED TO INITIATE MINOR LEAGUE TESTING.  

TO HIS IMMENSE CREDIT KEVIN REFUSED TO ENDANGER HIS HEALTH BY INGESTING PED's.  

BUT HE REMINDED ME OF A CHAPTER ON STEROIDS IN MY BOOK "DEVELOPING PITCHERS."  SO I'LL POST THAT ONE AS WELL IN THE NEAR FUTURE.

AND IT ALSO REMINDED ME OF A GUY WHO POISONED HIMSELF WITH DRUGS AND ALCOHOL BUT THREW A NOTORIOUS NO-HITTER DURING HIS ROLLER COASTER RIDE THROUGH THE MAJOR LEAGUES.

DOCK ELLIS.  NOT DOC AS IN DOCTOR.  BUT DOCK WHERE YOU PARK A BOAT. 

 

  “I thought Jimi Hendrix was hitting”

                 Dock Ellis and the acidic no-no 

Ellis threw the weirdest no-hitter ever in 1970 for the Pittsburgh Pirates.  Later he admitted he was under the influence of LSD, which became a legendary story and part of the stand-up routine of Robin Williams.

The Pirates were playing a series in San Diego and Ellis got permission to visit a friend in LA.  Absolutely sure he had the next day off, Dock swallowed a tab of acid at the airport.  When he got to the house his friend’s lady asked what was wrong and Dock admitted, “I’m as high as a Georgia pine.”

Somewhere along the line he totally lost track of time and took another hit of LSD.  When the girlfriend checked the sports page she said, “Dock you’re pitching tonight in San Diego.”

 Ellis asked, “What happened to yesterday?” 

 He hopped on a shuttle flight that cost the princely sum of $9.50 and was off to the races, so to speak, still wrapped in the throes of a lingering acid attack.

 When Dock got to the park he made a connection with his regular dealer, a woman who supplied him with the stimulant Benzedrine.  He took a hit, trying to counteract the LSD, which causes massive hallucinations and a complete withdrawal from reality.  

“The players from both teams knew I was high but they didn’t know what I was high on.  They had no idea what LSD was outside of what they saw on TV with the hippies.”

          "I was used to medicating myself.  That's how I dealt 
            with fear.  The fear of failure, the fear of losing, the 
            fear of winning." 

 There was a slight mist that day and Dock had trouble indentifying the hitters.  He could only distinguish which side of the plate they were on.

Catcher Jerry May wore reflective tape on his fingers so Dock could see the signals.  “Sometimes the ball seemed large, sometimes it seemed small,” Ellis remembed.  “Sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn’t.  In the fourth inning I thought President Nixon was the plate ump and at one point I was pitching to Jimi Hendrix, who was swinging with his Stratocaster.  I remember diving out of the way of a line drive but the ball never reached the mound.  The third baseman picked it up and threw the hitter out.”

 

                    Jimi Hendrix in the on deck circle with his Louisvlle Slugger

Ellis walked eight, struck out six, hit two batters, and escaped three bases-loaded jams.  “I was pitching a crazy game.  I’m hitting people, I’m throwing balls in the dirt, they’re going everywhere.”

 To Dock the game either took an eternity or about five seconds. But eventually the Pirates etched a 2-0 win and he had the no-hitter.

Ellis was also involved in a bizarre knockdown incident.  In 1972 a security guard maced him when he tried to get into Cincinnati’s Riverfront Stadium without showing proper ID.  Dock waited two years for his revenge.  Taking the mound with a vengeance he tried to bean every hitter in the Reds lineup. 

Pete Rose led it off, knowing all too well what Dock had in mind.  He took a pitch in the ribs and ran to first base, as only Charley Hustle would.  Next came Joe Morgan, nailed by a fastball, and then Dan Driessen became victim number three. 

          It must be noted this came before the automatic warnings umpires now
give when a knockdown war becomes evident.  In those days head-hunters
like Bob Gibson and Don Drysdale got away with mayhem on the mound.
Drysdale, who was 6-7 and ignited extreme fear in hitters by flamethrowing
95 mph heat from a wicked sidearm delivery, once said, "If you hit one of
my guys I’ll hit two of your’s.  Hit two of mine and I’ll hit four of your's."


Tony Perez was next for the Reds and he was prepared to dance, avoiding the attack from Ellis.  “Just stand in and take it,” the catcher warned, “because he’ll keep throwing at you until he hits you.”  But Perez was nimble enough to avoid four pitches in a row and drew a walk.

Irritated and frustrated Ellis then aimed two fastballs at the head of Reds Hall of Fame catcher Johnny Bench.  At which point Pittsburgh manager Danny Murtaugh mercifully pulled him from the battle.

Ellis had a severe addictive problem and it eventually killed him.  An alcoholic, he succumbed at age 63 to cirrhosis of the liver, an agonizing death.  Dock once analyzed his psyche this way, “I was used to medicating myself.  That’s how I dealt with fear.  The fear of failure, the fear of losing, the fear of winning.”  He used stimulants before he pitched and cocaine and alcohol after the game.

 Obviously, Dock Ellis got very little enjoyment out of playing baseball.

 

LEVELS OF PRO BASEBALL

ROOKIE LEAGUE—The first step.  Almost all high school drafts start here.  The Gulf Coast League or Arizona Rookie League.

SHORT SEASON “A”—Short season kicks off in mid-June, after the major league draft.  A lot of players selected from college teams begin at this level.  The Vancouver Canadians, who play in the Northwest League, will host Everett in their home opener at Nat Bailey Stadium on June 20.


                Rob Fai, who does a great job calling the Canadians games

MIDDLE “A”—The first long season level.  Players love to get to middle A because extended spring training can become pretty boring.  Starts in April.

HIGH “A”—The Launching Pad.  The Florida State, Carolina and California Leagues are keys for the developing player.  High A separates the men from the boys.  Once a player hits this level you know he's a blue chip talent.

DOUBLE A—Getting close.  Top prospects will often jump from Double A to the bigs.

TRIPLE A—Your friendly next door neighbor to the MLB.  Triple A guys are a smartphone away and some players go back and forth several times.

 

First Pitch Cutters

When analysts talk about a hitter’s count they usually ignore the first pitch.  But that may be the best hitter’s count of all.  Most pitchers, especially at the high school level and lower, start a hitter with a fastball and often it’s in the middle of the plate because they want to get ahead.  (Rule one)

Yes, some hitters go deep in the count and there are even guys like Wade Boggs, who seldom if ever swung at the first pitch.

But FIRST PITCH FASTBALL HITTERS are as common as smartphones.  They hunger for heat in the on deck circle.  When they step in the box, they sit on a fastball in their favorite zone, all set to crush.

 You can start them with a curveball or change-up but you risk getting behind because those pitches are harder to control.  The hitter knows he doesn’t have to chase so he takes it for ball one.  And you’re digging a hole.

So what’s your counter attack?

 CUT FASTBALL—The cutter is a great opening shot against an aggressive hitter.  Much easier to control than a curve or change. 

An RHP should bust the cutter in on the hands of a left-handed hitter and off the end of the bat for a righty.  Their mouth waters as they see fastball, fastball, fastball...until it’s too late…and you’ve got a weak pop-up or a routine groundball.  One pitch, one out. 

Mariano Rivera branded the cutter.  He made it a household name, as famous as Brad Pitt.  He was a One Trick Pony because that was all he needed to break more wood than a lumber mill.  That cutter jammed lefties like a voracious predator and righties trickled it harmlessly on the ground.

I asked Justin Morneau what it was like hitting against Mariano.  He said you obviously knew it would cut but it still looked like a straight 95 mph fastball.  You’d start to hack…and whap it’s suddenly a Phantom drone chasing your fists.  Sometimes the mind plays tricks.

The cutter is The Great Equalizer.  Let’s say you’re a lefthander with a sweeping curveball.  You throw it to a righthanded hitter and he just waits and either takes it for a ball or times a hanger and slashes.  But, if you develop a nasty cut fastball, you’re jamming him up, gnawing away like a buzzsaw.       

We’ll talk about the cutter in great detail at a later date.  How Rivera threw it.  When to use it.  How to ramp it up into a slider.  And, even more crucial, HOW TO PROTECT YOUR ARM BY THROWING IT PROPERLY.  Stay tuned.        

 AND AUSTRALIAN BASEBALL

                From Norfolk to Toowoomba  

Playing baseball in Australia.

It has a certain ring to it.  Our winter.  Their summer.  Blazing sunshine,  kangaroos, bull sharks, the Great Barrier Reef, down home Adelaide’s Fringe Festival and koalas, Gold Coast, where the meter maids wear bikinis, Hobart’s gorgeous beach at Wineglass Bay, crocs and deadly jellyfish at laid back Darwin, pristine Perth and their statue of favourite son AC/DC’s Bon Scott, which says all you need to know about that special place, Byron Bay to surf with the dolphins, Aussie Rules footy, precious art and great music in clubs like the Cherry Bar in Melbourne, just a few of the reasons it gets voted the world’s most liveable city as often as Brady wins the Super Bowl, and, to wrap up this endless diatribe, the incredible skyline of Sydney, a magnificent city that mixes California sunshine with NYC energy.

Okay, I’m exhausted and the Australian Chamber of Commerce hasn’t come across yet, so enough of the promo.  If you want more just ask Elaine Wick, Rowan’s mother, who was born in Australia and returns as often as she can.

But I digress.  Who wouldn’t want to play baseball Down Under?

Schroer and Usain Bolt

I’ve known a few guys who donned cleats in Australia, including Surrey’s Dustin Schroer, a standout for me with the Twins.  Dustin was drafted twice by the Dodgers in the 36th and 37th rounds but didn’t sign.  How good was Schroer?  Well, he drove shots into the trees behind the left field fence at Parkgate and he had antelope speed.  Dustin is 6-5 and he ran like Usain Bolt.  Long, rangy strides, eating up the ground like it was Vancouver real estate at half price.  Paul Gemino and I watched him crush STAND UP triples…into the LEFT FIELD gap.  Try that some time.

Suffice it to say Dustin had trouble hitting breaking balls but I’m sure he could have solved that puzzle.  He played the outfield and pitched at the U of Kansas and McNeese State and then headed to the Australian Baseball League.  Somewhere along the line I heard he came up with a sore arm and his career hit a roadblock.  But only in baseball.  LinkedIn tells me Dustin is driving it out of the park in the restaurant business as a Cactus Club regional GM.  Education pays off.

Right now I know of at least two local guys who are in Aussie Land and apparently enjoying their stay.

Ian Horne and Toowoomba

Ian Horne is with the Toowoomba Rangers and what a great name that is.    They don’t pay a lot, about $450 a month, but he also details cars in this city of 114,000.  He’s a switch-hitter playing first base and lighting up the scoreboard with a .500 BA and six home runs in 14 games.

Ian is 25 now, hails from Lynn Valley, and played here for the Cannons.  His travels in Independent baseball have brought him to a plethora of diamonds, including trips to California, Arizona, Colorado, Texas, Mexico, and Toowoomba.  “I’m enjoying myself,” he says, “and it’s cool getting to see a lot of different places.”

One of those destinations was Norfolk State in Virginia, an NCAA  Division 1 school where he slammed eight home runs in the fall of his senior year and was slotted in the three hole, where all the good hitters go.  But then some bad luck.  He hurt his back and, when he returned, it was still sore, so he couldn’t take BP during the week.  He got off to a slow start and the coach took him out of the lineup.  “And I never saw the field again.”

College coaches get paid to produce.  And they often don’t have enough patience to stay with a kid when he gets hurt or drifts into a slump.

When he leaves Australia Ian will head to Kansas to patrol the outfield for the Garden City Wind, who play in the Pecos League.  You crave great names?  You got it with the Pecos brethren.  There’s the Wind, of course, and the Tucson Saguaros, the Trinidad Triggers, the California City Whiptails, the Monterey Amberjacks, the High Desert Yardbirds, the Hollywood Stars, the Bakersfield Train Robbers, the White Sands Pupfish and…wait for it…the Roswell Invaders.

Okay, now that’s intriguing.  In his quest to get noticed and earn a spot on a team affiliated with the MLB, Ian Horne will visit Hollywood, where he might become a Star, Bakersfield to Rob a Train, and Roswell, where he will undoubtedly be whisked away by aliens in a UFO to deliver lectures on how to hit with two strikes.  No end to the fascinating names and adventures.

Right now he’s finishing the season with Toowoomba in the Pacific League where there is no stadium but they only carry 10 or 11 players, which means you play virtually every inning.  And that suits him just fine.

Sean Callegari and the ABL

Ian mentioned lefthander Sean Callegari was pitching in the prestigious Australian Baseball League, a notch above Toowoomba.  Callegari has also left his imprint with a lot of clubs, including the Cannons, the Twins, Douglas College and the UBC Thunderbirds.

Sean is 24 now and toeing the rubber with the ABL’s Adelaide Bite.  (Those great names just keep on coming.)  In fact, he was named the Delta Airline’s Player of the Week as they closed out their regular season.

Adelaide was on the verge of being knocked out of the playoffs but Callegari came through in the clutch, allowing only six hits and one run over seven solid frames to stop the Sydney Blue Sox 5-2.  He struck out seven while giving up a lone walk and the Bite stayed alive.  As the web-site said, “Callegari dazzled over seven innings.  Adelaide made it to the playoffs for the third season in a row, a feat that would have been impossible if not for Callegari’s gem.”

CUTS AND RELAYS—The ABL only plays two or three times a week for a 40-game regular season schedule but the talent is high grade.  On their roster they even have a column to tell you if a player is on an MLB 40-man roster…As an example, Adelaide DH Jordan McArdle, an 18-year-old rookie, recently signed with the Diamondbacks.  He had a commitment to Central Arizona, a very strong JC program.  And shortstop Jordan Cowan rates as a Mariners prospect…Callegari threw 15.1 innings in the regular season with 13 K’s and only four walks, a good ratio…The Adelaide logo is “BASEBALL ON THE BEACH” and who can argue with that…Toowoomba (love that name) has a short roster but it also has three teams on different levels…Ian says there are as many as 30 independent players on Australian clubs this winter.  They stay in shape in great weather and the beer and the beaches are first rate…Last season Ian was with the Topeka Train Robbers when they played out of Kansas before moving to Bakersfield…Toowoomba is in Queensland and it hosts the Carnival of Flowers each September, plus national championships for mountain biking and motocross.  It also has a nickname.  “The Garden City.”  Which fits right into Ian’s itinerary when he heads to Kansas.

 

Pete Rose, who was nicknamed Charley Hustle
and spent a lot of his baseball time getting dirty.
More about Pete in "Five Ways for a Hitter to Stride."

Pete Rose and focus

I have a great video of Rose in the 1984 all-star game when they resumed combat right after the player’s strike.  Rose takes a pitch and diligently follows the ball into the catcher’s glove.  Excellent.  I teach that all the time.

But he's far from through.  As the catcher starts to throw Charley Hustle concentrates on the ball like a 747 pilot finding the runway in the fog.  In fact, Rose swivels his head and tracks the Rawlings right back into the pitcher’s glove.

Focus.  He is simply training his eyes and central nervous system to see ball, hit ball.  Is it any wonder this guy had 4,256 big league hits?

 

Developing COMMAND

Pitching is all about throwing strikes
Without Command you’re a Ferrari minus a steering wheel

Command means control, which means throwing strikes for openers.  And then throwing to spots.  But never get ahead of yourself.  Just pounding the zone like a piledriver works.  At any level.  If you try to paint all the time and you’re giving up too many walks then simplify and concentrate on crashing the strike zone.  Walks are lethal.

 Command is generated from two words.

Balance    Direction

When an MLB pitching staff walks eight or 10 hitters it isn't always because they're being too fine and missing spots.  Often they lack stability and direction.  You see it all the time.  Major league pitchers throwing off balance and off line. 

Simply put, BALANCE requires leg and core strength, the rock solid foundations of COMMAND.  You MUST control your body from start to finish of your WHOLE DELIVERY.  There’s no magic balance point.

This is where knee raise enters the picture.  It can be good...and it can be bad.  For openers, knee raise establishes your rhythm.  You don't want to be frantic or disjointed.  But you also don't want to be slow and languid.  Get into a good, solid rhythm that gives you momentum.

Don’t drift or rush your upper body.  Keep your head almost over your post foot (slightly forward) until your knee reaches the top.  Rushing your upper body forces your arm to struggle to catch up.  But, even more  important, when your knee hits the top, IGNITE.  Don't hang there--GO.  You’re not doing a high wire balancing act.  Drive down the hill.

 

This is JACOB THOMPSON's knee raise.  He's compact, balanced, under control, maintaining his rhythm and momentum and ready to lead with his hip and drive down the hill.  He's looking over his front shoulder, his foot is under his knee, his head is level, his hands are close to his body to stabilize his center of gravity, his post leg has a bit of flex and his foot is solid in front of the rubber.  NO STOPPING AT THE MYTHICAL BALANCE POINT.  Just knee raise and GO.  (Photo by Erin Nikitchyuk)

Despite what you hear from TV analysts this is NOT a "leg kick."  Kicking your leg stiffly out from your body knocks you out of kilter and rocks your weight (RHP) back toward first base.  Keep your foot comfortably under your knee.   As far as height is concerned, some pitchers love to bring their knee up to their neck, some to their waist, and some halfway in between.

  • ROTATION AND COIL--How far back do you rotate?   My personal preference is to the middle of your body.  This gives you coil to store energy, helps your hips explode and adds deception.  Guys like Tim Lincecum rotate all the way back to second base--but I wouldn't recommend that for a young pitcher.  Keep it simple.  COIL and then UNCOIL.

  • Here's a good shadow boxing drill.  Stand in front of a mirror.  LIFT your front knee DIAGONALLY toward your back shoulder, coiling it to the middle of your body, no farther.  This will help embed the mechanics into your muscles.

       When knee raise works against COMMAND

So far, so good.  But now the flip side of the coin.  If you're unstable when you knee raise, you’ll be fighting to survive like a neophyte on the slopes of Whistler.  In fact, knee raise can  be the Bad Boy of Pitching and it's value is often overrated.  It actually does little to increase velocity and it's often destructive.  

If it rocks you off balance, then knee raise is a negative.  Wobbling at the top of your delivery is like pitching in a tornado.  The trend these days is to CUT DOWN knee raise for better command and velocity.

NOTE:  I often see pitchers throwing their foot up in the air as high as they can, pushing themselves totally off balance and making it impossible to have command.  They'd be far better off to just bring their knee up to their waist, stay compact, and then drive, rotate and finish with power.  You MUST have control of your body like a great break dancer.

(See Simplify, Simplify, Simplify for much more on this.)

POST FOOT--Just like in the picture above, it's crucial to keep your post foot stable.  Coaches should tamp clay in the front of the rubber to help their pitchers stay solidly anchored.

THE FOUNDATION--Work in the gym on developing your leg and core strength.  This all starts from the ground up.  Strong legs and core are the foundation of power.

DIRECTION--Pure physics.  You are delivering energy to the plate.  So stride directly at the catcher.  You’ll see guys like Madison Bumgarner who is lethal even though he’s six inches off line and throwing against his body.  It works for him but, in general, it’s better to be direct to the plate.  We'll get a lot more into direction when we talk about your STRIDE.

          And now...time for something completely different

This is JOHN LOLLAR on the hill for Murray State in a great shot from photog Jeff Drummond.  It works for him, maybe because it has a lot of deception, maybe because it hypnotizes the hitters, maybe...well, who knows?  He must have amazing balance.  But I certainly wouldn't recommend it.  Try the ANDREW MILLER No Knee Raise approach instead.  After all, Miller is making $9 million a year starring in the bull pen for the Indians.

 

                   Is Hank Aaron the greatest hitter ever?  755 says yes.

From Hammerin' Hank Aaron

"My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging."

"It took me seventeen years to get three thousand hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course."

"I don’t see pitches down the middle anymore—not even in batting practice."

Aaron crushed 755 home runs, breaking Babe Ruth's record of 714.  Since then, of course, Barry Bonds set a new landmark with 762.  But Bonds has been accused of taking steroids and some people don't recognize him as the alltime leader.  And that is a story unto itself. More later.

YOU GOT HEAT?  BRING IT

From Braves slugger Joe Adcock:
“Trying to sneak a fastball past Hank Aaron is like trying to sneak the sunrise past a rooster.”

  The Legendary Yogi Berra

I doubt if anyone else in sports has been quoted as often as Yogi, the great Hall of Fame catcher with the Yankees.  Some of the quotes have undoubtedly been invented but, still, his words are as memorable and entertaining as Hamilton on Broadway.  Here are just a few:

"No one goes to that restaurant any more.  It's too crowded."
"Baseball is 90 per cent mental and the other half is physical."
"You better cut the pizza in four pieces.  I’m not hungry enough to eat six."
" If people don’t want to come to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them."

MORE YOGI LATER

 

Why Infielders Commit Errors

There are five main reasons an infielder kicks a groundball or makes a throwing error.

LACK OF FOCUS—He’s distracted.  His mind is elsewhere.  Maybe he made an error earlier in the game or had a bad at bat and he’s obsessing on it.  Maybe his parents are in the stands and he thinks he’s embarrassed them.  Maybe the coach chewed him out.  Maybe he just has a hard time staying on track.

When people talk about “choking” they really mean lack of focus.  You simply have to learn to see the ball into your hands.  To CONCENTRATE.  Do one thing at a time.  Don’t be throwing the ball until it’s in your glove.  FOCUS.

Here’s a good drill for blocking out distractions.  In practice have a teammate trash talk while you’re taking groundballs.  Nothing too mean, just joking around so you’ll lose your concentration.  This can be fun and creative.  And it teaches you to blank out the negative images.  Work on focus in practice and you’ll focus in games.

NOT ENOUGH REPS—Coaches incessantly talk about the mental game of baseball and, of course, it’s crucial.  But the mental begins with the physical.  You can’t talk a player into confidence by telling him how good he is.  Pep talks are for movies.  Hard work is for players and confidence comes from endless reps.  Repetition after repetition after repetition, all with solid technique.  Take as many groundballs as you can.

When I coached the North Shore Twins we had a new shortstop at his first practice.  After about 15 minutes of non-stop double play feeds he had to sit in the dugout because he’d never worked so hard and he thought he might throw-up.  For our veterans it was just another normal practice.

                                      Dustin Pedroia making another spectacular play

FEET IN CEMENT—Your set-up should make you free to move quickly.  You have to get your cleats out of the ground before the pitch gets to the hitter.  Dustin Pedroia loves to hop into his set position.  Most players will do a two-step approach, some will just flex their legs so they can push off.

I often see infielders who’ve been taught to crouch with the glove held out in front, palm up.  Which creates tension in their legs and arms.  I’d much rather see middle infielders just relax, standing up almost until release point.  Then short left foot, right foot steps and some flex.  This gives you rhythm and momentum.

When I went to Florida to watch the Gulf Coast League I always marvelled at the way the Dominican infielders got such a great jump on the ball.  They seemed totally at ease, so relaxed and confident they made it look easy.  That comes from taking a million fungoes and learning to track the ball into your glove.

Tension equals slow.  Relaxed equals quick.

FEAR—It’s natural to be afraid of taking a groundball in the chest or the face.  Very natural.  The toughest play for any infielder is not the ball to his left or right that tests his range.  It’s the HARD HIT GROUNDBALL RIGHT AT HIM.  This can cause anxiety, especially on fields with uneven ground and large divots.  Bad Hop Hell.

Coaches should drag and manicure the field as much as possible but it won’t totally eliminate all the tough bounces. Ironically, when a player gets into college or pro ball the fields are infinitely better, but, when he needs it the most, at age 10 or 11, it’s pot luck.  When I coach younger kids I won’t hit a groundball until the infield has been properly dragged.

So how do you overcome this natural anxiety?  It’s tough but it takes mental discipline and belief in your hands.  All great MLB infielders have learned to push fear out of their minds.

POOR FOOTWORK—I teach 12 infield throws to first base and 15 double play feeds, five each from third, short and second.  Proper footwork eliminates a huge amount of throwing errors.  We’ll go into that in the weeks to come.

 

DISCIPLINE

               "Discipline is doing a work-out
you DON'T want to do--and doing
it with ENTHUSIASM."

                    --MIKE TYSON, Former heavyweight champ

If you’re going through the motions when you workout, you’re wasting your time.  When you really don’t feel like running sprints or lifting weights or throwing a bullpen or crushing a set of lunges, that’s when you have to dig deep and generate the passion, the enthusiasm you need to do it right.  Without enthusiasm the workout is useless.

That’s when you have to be a man.

 

Simplify, Simplify, Simplify

One of the most dominant trends in pitching is a simplified delivery. Here are some blue chip examples:

Starters throwing from the set with no wind-up
       Yu Darvish, Marco Estrada, David Price, Clay Buchholz

Cut down knee raise
       David Price, Noah Syndergaard

No knee raise at all
       Andrew Miller, Fernando Rodney, Clay Buchholz

     Why?

     Reducing your knee raise gives you much better control of your body.  You can't throw strikes if you're wobbly at the top of your delivery.  The biggest obstacle to having command is an exaggerated knee raise that forces you to struggle to maintain balance.  It's like watching a tightrope walker trying to pitch.

    Price and Syndergaard only knee raise to their belt.  No higher.  And they both throw bullets.  Buchholz changed from a knee raise to a simple inward coil and slide step.  This gave him solid command with no loss of velocity.

    Throwing from the set makes it easier to repeat your mechanics.  No wasted motion.  Nothing to throw you off balance.  What's more, the young pitcher does not throw off a pro mound, which uses beam clay and is groomed to perfection.  When he takes his rocker step in the wind-up he has to battle uneven ground that's a distraction at best and a land mine at worst.

  This is Mariano Rivera, who had the most perfect delivery I've ever seen.  He was always balanced, his knee raise concise and controlled.  No excess motion, nothing to disrupt his rhythm or drive to the plate.  A great shot by photographer Keith Allison.

 

Why don't closers wind-up?

Some TV analysts will tell you the wind-up increases velocity.  Uhuh.  So why do virtually all closers, the hardest throwers in the game, start from the set all the time?  Why don’t they use a wind-up with no one on base if they could jump from 96 mph to 98 or 100?  Are they just really nice guys who don’t want to embarrass the hitters?  Or do they understand throwing from the set gives them stability,  command, and more velocity?  The answer seems obvious.

If you feel comfortable using a wind-up, that’s fine.  Just make sure you’re solid and balanced.  Otherwise, there is no advantage to pitching from a wind-up.  The wind-up adds nothing.

LEARN FROM ANDREW MILLER

He’s from the set, of course.  And he has NO KNEE RAISE at all.
He simply coils a bit and slide steps.  The result?  Andrew Miller
is as lights out as it gets with an explosive 94 to 98 mph fastball
and a slider that’s so filthy the ball needs a bath.

 

More From Yogi Berra

"I won't buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did."
"He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious."
"Little League is very good because it keeps the parents off the streets."

 

      Hank Aaron puts the President on hold

"After I hit the home run, I went back to left field, and I was standing in my position to catch a fly ball, and Donald Davis, our traveling secretary, was running down the left field line. He was telling me the President was on the telephone. And I said, 'Well fine, Donald, but what do you want me to do?  Stop the ball game?  Just put the President on hold, and I'll be right with him.'"
--Hank Aaron on David Letterman, talking about home run 715

      ROWAN WICK--Cardinals ace prospect

The Cardinals put Rowan on their 40-man roster in November and that is enormous.  It means they’re protecting him and expect Rowan to pitch in the big leagues very soon.

Rowan was virtually unhittable last season pitching for the Palm Beach Cardinals in the Florida State League with a blistering 96 to 99 mph fastball.  "He has an overpowering, dominant fastball," one of his teammates said.  "He's pitching above the league."

What's more, Wick is developing a nasty curveball.  "It's a great pitch for him," Palm Beach manager Oliver Marmol says.  "It's a swing-and-miss pitch, and it's got great break.  He's becoming a lot more consistent throwing it in the zone and then throwing it out of the zone when he needs to."

And this is only Rowan's first full year as a pitcher.

Wick played for me with the Vancouver Cannons and wound up on the Canadian national junior team.  After one season with St. John's University in New York and another at Cypress College in California, the Cardinals drafted him in the 9th round.

Rowan's pro career was a lightning storm of power.  He crushed 11 home runs in his first 19 games at State College, an amazing club record, almost unheard of in the early career of any player.  It was so impressive the fans started a web-site called “Did Wick Homer Tonight?”

Wick, who stands 6-3 and weighs 220, has been an all-star so many times they should pin the Milky Way on his chest.  He was an all-star catcher at Johnson City in rookie ball, a Baseball America all-star right fielder at State College, an all-star pitcher at High A Palm Beach, and a "Rising Star" in the Arizona Fall League, where all the top prospects go to grow.

As a hitter Rowan was ranked 16th in the St. Louis system. But the Cardinals loved Rowan’s arm so much they converted him into a pitcher.  And now he’s being groomed as the closer of the future for the Redbirds.

At first he didn't exactly welcome the change but he's gradually getting used to it.  "My dream was to hit in the big leagues," he says.  "The bottom line is pitching is boring.  But now I'm trying to get there as a pitcher."  And he's thriving.

Rowan spent three days in St. Louis as part of the Cardinals Caravan, a roving showpiece for major leaguers and top minor league players.  Before heading south he long tossed regularly and then threw a pair of bull pens at the sensational new UBC facility.  After a week working out in San Diego, Rowan reported to the Cardinals spring training facility in Jupiter, Florida before starting the season in AAA with the Memphis Redbirds.  His arm is in good shape, he works hard on legs and core in the weight room, and he runs sprints to develop fast twitch endurance.

EXTRA INNINGS--Wick threw a set of  bull pens in San Diego at a camp run by Dom Johnson, a highly regard pitching coach.  The sessions, for about two dozen MLB and minor league pitchers, started at 7:30 a.m. and included running, throwing, the mental game, and yoga, which is very popular with baseball mentors these days.  It's all about flexibility, strengthening, breath control, relaxation and meditation.  In other words, yoga, which has been around for about 5,000 years, teaches players how to focus and direct their energy.  And that's all good.

One more from Yogi

"You can't hit and think at the same time."

Now this one is pure wisdom.  Do your thinking in the dugout and the on deck circle.  Can the pitcher throw his breaking ball for a strike?  Does he start every hitter with a fastball?  Does he have a change-up?  What is your Game Plan?

When you step into the batter's box, get your mind out of the way of your body.  Focus on the ball.  Concentrate.  And let it rip.  If you want to re-think something, step out and get your mind right.  If you've taken enough BP, if you've learned to recognize pitches, just react to the ball.  Over thinking causes tension, which slows you down.  Relax, focus, and be quick.

EDITORIAL
The 16th hole at Phoenix

        I love the 16th hole at Phoenix.  It is raucous.  It is loud.  It is raw. It is 180 degrees from the sterile golf holes on the PGA circuit.

        Of course, I’m not talking about the actual golf course.  I’m talking about the fans, who crowd the 16th green, engulfing it in three tiers, seated, standing, roaring, booing, participating like no other.  And most of the pros love it.

        This is how it should be.

        In the NBA the fans scream and wave flags while an enemy player toes the foul line.  In Seattle the NFL fans are the 12th man as they unleash a crescendo of invective as the opposing QB tries to communicate.  And you’d be surprised (or maybe you wouldn’t) at the lewd obscenities and insults hurled at MLB hitters as they wait for a 95 mph heater to approach their skull.

        So why are golfers and tennis players exempt?

        It all relates back to the days when golf and tennis were genteel country club sports played by “gentlemen” who expected the spectators to be totally silent while they attacked the ball.  In fact, you better not breathe too loudly.  These country clubs were elitist and often also sexist and racist in the Good, Old Days.  Of course, their members were already rich and money was not a huge factor.  Now it is.  An immensely huge factor.

        The late Arnold Palmer reportedly had a net worth around $675 million from purses and lucrative endorsements.  Tiger Woods is around $600 million, Jack Nicklaus $280 mill and Phil “Lefty” Mickelson is in the $180 million range.  I think Phil can survive a few boos.

        But most of the time the PGA guys are still treated like pampered country club spoiled brats.  Make the slightest noise as they wiggle, waggle and you’ll be shot down by a glare as piercing as a stiletto.  And tennis, where the players earn similar fortunes, isn’t much different.

        As many as 650,000 fans jam into the Scottsdale course for the four days of the Waste Management Phoenix Open.  The wild, uninhibited, raunchy 16th is the main attraction and we need it everywhere in golf.  If any prima donnas can’t concentrate because a fan had the utter audacity to talk while they teed off, then maybe they should find another job.  Like working in a library.

 

Is this guy the best player in the game?  He just may be.  He's only 25 and getting better every year.  Where will Trout be in four years when he becomes a free agent?  The sky's the limit.  How about $50 million a season?  Or is that low-balling him?

Wisdom from Mike Trout

Here's a great piece of advice from Trout, a hitter with immense natural talent.

"Keep your head on the ball.  You've got to hit it first, then look where it goes.  Hitters get in trouble when they look where the ball is going and they haven't even hit it yet."

I see this all the time with guys who are pocketing two or three hits every game.  But then they drift into a slump and they can't figure it out.  When they were crushing they  focused, they saw the ball right on to the bat.  And they drilled blue dart line drives.  So now they expect that every time.  And they start looking where the ball is going instead of seeing it hit the wood.  Focus.  Sounds simple, right?  But how many MLB hitters forget this basic truth?  Trout gets it.

 

THE LEGEND OF

     STEVE DALKOWSKI--"White Lightning"

                                       “The Fastest Pitcher Ever”

   Steve Dalkowski is undoubtedly the fastest pitcher who ever lived but chances are you've never heard of him.  Dalkowski, who was only 5-11, signed with the Orioles but never got to the big leagues.  Legend has it he threw 110 mph and maybe even harder.  Unfortunately, he was as wild as a crocodile in heat.

Just a few of his incredible stats:

* He struck out 24 in one minor league game but issued 18 walks, hit four unlucky hitters and threw six wild pitches.  He lost 8-4.

* A no-hitter with 20 K's but he walked another 18 and picked up the loss again.

* Now this one is truly amazing.  Eastern League in 1962, extra innings, 27 strikeouts, 16 walks and 283 pitches.  These days a guy throws more than 100 and he's talking to his attorney about a law suit.

   Overall, in nine seasons Dalkowski tossed 995 innings, striking out 1,396 and walking 1,354.  And get this--over those nine years he gave up only 37 home runs.  Unbelievable.

    How fast was he?  Who knows.  Cal Ripken, Sr. guessed White Lightning actually threw bullets as high as 115 mph and most observers agreed he routinely hit 110 and better.  Some even claimed 120, which is ridiculous (isn't it?) but radar guns have only been omnipotent for about three decades so there's no way to tell for sure.  And it wasn't just the velocity that was so impressive.  It was also the soaring life.

    “His fastball would rise a foot to two feet between the mound and the plate,” says former teammate Ron Hansen.  “It looked like an airplane taking off.  Most of the time it never came close to the plate.”

     "Dalkowski would throw a fastball that looked like it was coming in at knee level," says catcher Andy Etchebarren, "only to see it sail past the hitter's eyes."

 

     Dalkowski threw a pitch that hit a man in the back—while he was standing in line to buy a hot dog.  (The fan asked him to autograph the ball.)  On a bet he threw a ball through a wooden fence and he once broke umpire Doug Harvey's mask, driving him back 18 feet.  In one game his fastball broke through the backstop three times.  And legend has it he once threw a ball 440 feet from the plate and over the center field fence.   

   Ted Williams, who hit .406 in 1941 and is considered by many to be the greatest hitter ever, faced Dalkowski for one pitch during spring training in 1956.   “I never saw the ball,”  Williams told reporters.  He said Dalkowski was the fastest pitcher he'd ever faced and added, "I never want to face him again."

   Remember Nuke Laloosh, the pitcher in Bull Durham?  Apparently, scriptwriter Ron Shelton based the part on Steve Dalkowski.

   Nolan Ryan was gunned at 100.9  mph, a Guinness record.  Earl Weaver, who saw them both pitch many times, said, "Dalkowski threw a lot faster than Ryan."  Under Earl's tutelage White Lightning finally got it together and was slated to pitch for the Orioles, but he hurt his arm before opening day.  Wouldn't it have been great to watch him pitch in the big leagues?

  If only Dalkowski had even basic location to go with that flamethrower velocity.  If only.

DID HE BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER?

Michael Kopech pops 110 mph

and I have the deed to the Brooklyn Bridge you can buy for a very cheap price.  Or maybe you’d prefer some swampland in the Florida Everglades.  

Unless you’re a baseball aficionado you’ve also never heard of Michael Kopech.  But you probably will in the near future.

Kopech is a 20-year-old White Sox righthander who has been gunned at a blistering 105 mph.  And even 110…if you’re ready for some online double talk.

Now I don’t much trust radar readings.  A lot of them are on steroids, pumped up to impress the fans in the ball park.  Walt Burrows, one of the best scouts in the business, told me he’d get reports about a kid breaking the bank on the gun.  But, when Walt got to the park, the phenom’s velocity would top out five mph slower.  And that happened quite often.

So does Kopech throw 105?  I saw a video of him striking out three hitters on nine pitches, apparently hitting 100 on the last pitch, and he looked good.  But not 105 good.  His stride is four to six inches against his body but it works for him and his mechanics are solid, his arm is loose and strong, and he's definitely a blue chip prospect.

But here’s the strange part.  My good friend Gary Bowden heard Kopech being interviewed on a Chicago radio station and the young man claimed he couldn’t find the plate if you mailed it to him.  Yes, he was piling up the K’s like a log jam but he was also walking two or three hitters every inning.  And throwing about 100 pitches to get through three frames.  For a pitcher that’s a torture chamber.

So what are we to believe?  The precise video showing Kopech striking out three helpless hitters on only nine overpowering pitches?  Or his own words telling us he couldn’t throw a ball into the Pacific Ocean if he was standing knee deep in the English Bay seawater?  Was he just being extremely humble?

His numbers are promising and somewhere in between.  In 134.2 innings in rookie and A ball Kopech has notched an impressive 172 strikeouts and a not so impressive 69 walks.  That’s one of the most important stats in the game and a young pitcher should be shooting for at least three K’s to every BB.  He’s really not that far away.

If you want to see this potential superstar in action Google him and take a look at the video for “Michael Kopech: 5 facts you need to know.”  This is the “immaculate inning” he tossed as if he was Arrieta mowing down a Little League roster.  Nine pitches.  All strikes.  Bye, bye.

 And you’ll also find a Vid of the Kid throwing 110 mph bullets.  Sure you will.  Did I mention the swampland I have for sale?

This one is both funny and productive.  Kopech is launching his fastball into a net maybe 30 feet away.  And he’s taking a four step run at it, catapulting himself like a javelin thrower.  The shot is on a loop and repeats four times with a guy yelling “110" as he reads the velocity on what appears to be a Pocket Radar gun.  These devices look like a smartphone and they get good reviews for accuracy.

I had a similar drill for pitchers when I coached the Twins.  Throwing into a net from about 15 or 20 feet.  We used it to develop arm speed.  Not sure how much good it did but we tried.  And this is crucial.  NEVER TRY THIS UNLESS YOUR ARM IS IN MID SEASON SHAPE AND YOU HAVE A COACH WHO KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING.  NEVER.  Protect your arm.  Always.

THE EYES OF TEXAS—Kopech came to the White Sox in the trade that sent lefty Chris "The Condor" Sale to the Red Sox...Boston drafted Kopech in the first round in 2014, the 33rd player selected overall.  He played high school baseball in Mount Pleasant, Texas…He also seems to have a feisty side to him, which can be a very good thing.  Kopech fractured his hand in spring training last year in a fight with a teammate.  The Red Sox hushed it up, protecting the kid, which is fine, and I would guess it was his glove hand.  Either that or it was a hairline fracture and he heals very quickly…He was also suspended for 50 games when he tested positive for Oxilofrine.  But Kopech insists he never took the stimulant…The flamethrower was reportedly gunned at 105 mph twice last July, including a High A game in Salem, Virginia…Baseball America rated Michael as the second best prospect in the Arizona Fall League where the teams send many of their best young players.