Howie Rose is beautiful when he’s angry. Who knew?
“ ‘Beautiful’ is not a word usually used to describe me,” he calmly explained Tuesday, two days after his Sunday night pregame rant.
“And it wasn’t a rant,” he insisted. “I was just reporting.”
Yeah, reporting with a stiletto clenched between his teeth.
Dodgers-Mets, auctioned by MLB to ESPN, the latter turning it into a late Sunday night start, was past its 8:05 scheduled start and still no signal from ESPN’s in-stadium air traffic controller to begin. ESPN was stuck in standard TV stupid — a taped feature designed to encourage viewers to watch what they were in place to watch.
So into his WOR Radio microphone, Rose went off:
“The Dodgers have won their last six, and they’ll go for the season series sweep, tonight — just as soon as the network stooge down there says it’s OK to play baseball.
“The pitcher, Steven Matz, is rubbing up the ball. He’s ready to go. The home plate ump, Tim Timmons, looking suitably disgusted, just took his mask off and kind of rests it against his left hip as he helplessly stares toward he Dodgers’ dugout, where said network stooge is holding all the cards.
“So, suspended animation on the field, right now. You’ve got nine Mets standing around. You’ve got the leadoff hitter, Chris Taylor standing. It really is ludicrous.
“But now, and only now, do we get the OK, and so we’re going to have a baseball game here tonight, about seven hours later than we should have.”
That’s not reporting, that’s home-game road rage. And it was fabulous.
“I can’t believe” Rose said, “it became such a big deal.”
I can. This was the kind of news, noise and big deal that should have been made by a united sports media the day late Sunday night baseball was first sold to a network, the kind of tumult that might have shamed former commissioner Bud Selig into reconsidering such an unmitigated money-grab that would make baited-and-switched jerks of MLB’s customers and fans, especially within large TV market teams.
But there was no blowback, just shrugging compliance. Thus the decision went unchallenged:
Why had there never before been late Sunday night baseball? Because there was no more illogical, impractical time to start a baseball game than at 8:05 Eastern Time on a Sunday night. Only abject greed could make that happen, and that is what happened.
Rose noted for us that Dodgers-Mets, regardless of either team’s seasonal circumstances, are good draws. Then he noted the announced crowds for the three-games:
Friday’s 7:10 start, 41,000.
Saturday’s 4:05 start. 40,000
Sunday’s 8:05 start, 27,000.
Thousands avoided Sunday’s game as a matter of not spending a bundle to perform as bobble-head idiots.
Others were stuck. Doug Branch, from 150 miles north, bought tickets in anticipation of what the Mets sell as Family Sunday games. After the switch, he reluctantly decided to go rather waste his money.
“We left in the seventh, arrived home at 1:30 a.m.”
This late Sunday night will be the latest in a long series of ESPN cherry-picked Red Sox-Yankees games that will finish after residents of both cities and their children have lost consciousness.
MLB could have told — ordered — ESPN to televise Cubs-Diamondbacks, two contending teams in a game which, if it were moved, would start at 6:10 Mountain Time, instead of Yankees-Red Sox. But MLB, in the continuing role of drug-addicted prostitute, sold ESPN the right to do what it wishes to baseball.
With warm-weather region games scheduled, Red Sox, Yankees and Mets games have been and will continue to be played late Sunday nights on ESPN’s orders even in frigid, early spring conditions. Team owners, under Selig and now Rob Manfred, agreed to grab the money to do dirt to the sport and its fans.
And that ugly, indisputable reality, from its start, mostly has been given tacit certification by sports media once relied upon to protect a sport and its fans from being sold and sold out at auction.
That’s why what Howie Rose said, er, reported Sunday night — what he claimed was no big deal — was heard as a rarely spoken truth, thus a very big deal.
If Kap can protest anthem, then teams can protest Kap
Classified section: Good questions seek good answers with which to share common interests:
Isn’t there a difference between being “blackballed” and being shunned for cause?
In other words, if Colin Kaepernick has the right to exploit national anthems played before NFL games to display his disgust with America, why don’t NFL teams that also rely on customers appalled by Kaepernick’s protest, have the right to counter-protest by not signing him?
How many of us can use our employer’s workplace to unilaterally conduct any kind of attention-generating political or social protest?
Does MLB really think we believe this “Players Weekend” latest divergence from team uniforms is based on anything other than money in the form of a sell to suckers?
If Joe Girardi can pre-program his bullpen to perform exactly as he wishes, why can’t he pre-program his pitchers to not throw in the dirt when Gary Sanchez is catching?
Why don’t players kiss their fingers, then point skyward after grounding out to second?
Anyone recall that the pre-PSL Jets, now desperate to sell tickets, once had a 20-year waiting list to purchase tickets? Why hasn’t Roger Goodell been held accountable for his public claim that PSLs are “good investments”?
Sunday in Kansas City, the Mariners led, 7-0, then won, 8-7. Mariners manager Scott Servais aided and abetted the Royals’ comeback by using seven pitchers, pulling four after allowing no hits and no walks. Why has such insanity become normal?
Does Gary Cohen think SNY’s in-game trivia questions are designed for him to answer quickly, to show his stuff? Why not wait a few minutes to give viewers a shot?
Finally, isn’t it time someone stood up to Guam?
Charming former MLB umpire dies
Ken Kaiser, former MLB umpire and son of Rochester, N.Y., died Tuesday at 72. Kaiser was a genuine character, a baseball raconteur supreme.
I’m not sure how or why, but a few years ago, Kaiser and I became phone pals. We would swap stories, laughs, insults and gripes. We even confessed our shared love for anchovies.
But most memorable was Kaiser’s claim that as early as 1989 he alerted an MLB executive to his suspicion that something rotten was going on: Players were showing up curiously bigger and stronger than the season before.
He wasn’t a drug expert — he was just an ordinary guy with an extraordinary personality — but he knew, roughly 15 years before then-commissioner Bud Selig said a thing, that something was very wrong.
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