Take a close look at the picture below. Closer. I’m the batter. It’s from a game played in 1981. It might as well be a picture from the baseball’s Dead Ball Era compared to what we see today.
What struck me immediately was that I’m not wearing a helmet. Then I remembered the catchers didn’t wear any equipment other than a face mark. Though the ball we played with was rubber ball which is what they used in Japan (we were playing a team from Tokyo), it was still a hard ball so I don’t know how we got away without wearing any equipment. What really got me laughing though was the umpire. He looks like he came off the set of The Richard Simmons’ Show.
This wasn’t some minor little baseball game out in the back of beyond. The game was played in Central Park. It was the opening game of the Nanshiki Baseball Games, a.k.a., the Friendship Series, five games played across the five boroughs that pitted a team of 11- and 12-year-old all-stars from New York City against a team of all-stars from Tokyo. There was news coverage – John Tesh, he started out as a TV news sports reporter, gave me two of my 15 minutes of fame when he interviewed me for the nightly news – and some congressman made sure we were mentioned in the Congressional Record. You’d never know it from the picture though.
Today we seem to get rankled if there aren’t two umpires with 15 certification badges on their uniforms at an 8U tournament game or if the field isn’t in pristine condition or there are no batting cages. Every kid has their own bat, two usually, batting gloves, an infield glove, an outfield glove and a first baseman’s mitt. My kids are no exception.
I’m not saying it was better in 1981 and I’m certainly not intending to minimize youth sports injuries. It’s a little nuts they let us bat without helmets, rubber ball or not. But when we treat the players like mini-major leaguers and we expect the fields to be mini-major league stadiums and we expect the umpires to be major-league umpires, we start looking at the games like they are the World Series. We lose sight of the fact the games really don’t matter. Worse, we start to teach the kids the trappings are important rather than “just go out and play.” Second game of our summer season. As the visitors stroll in to our admittedly horrible fields, one of the kids turns to a teammate and says, “These dugouts don’t even have roofs.”
Sure, we took the games seriously and our coaches coached hard and they coached to win. But take another look at the photo. No one is asking the people behind the plate to move as if somehow they will have an effect on the game. The bat I’m using was one of four we had for the entire team, and in a million years I never would have thought of asking my parents for batting gloves. And then there’s that umpire who I can’t help but think was fished out of the stands.
None of it detracted from the game or made us play any differently or made a difference in the game itself – we won though the series ended 2-2-1. It was the most fitting outcome, and one I couldn’t imagine being allowed to happen today.