the pirates are back in the playoffs…but go cardinals.

sid-bream.bravesTuesday night the Pirates won the NL wild card game to move on to the NLDS against the Cardinals. It’s their first time in the playoffs since 1992 – 20 straight losing seasons. As a Royals fan, I know (almost) exactly how that feels.

In 1992, the Braves were up 3 games to 1 when the Pirates stormed back to force a game 7. With the bases loaded in the bottom of the 9th, two outs and the pitchers spot coming up, Braves manager Bobby Cox pinch hit with Francisco Cabrera. Cabrera had only 10 plate appearances all season, three of them hits.

Pirates fans will tell you that they shouldn’t have even been in this position. Whoever it was the was two batters prior, had just walked, two of the pitches seemingly strikes but called balls instead. The next batter hit a cute little flare behind second base which was caught with no advancing runners. It would’ve been the third out, Pirates fans will argue.

Francisco Cabrera at the plate. “The unlikeliest of heroes,” Tim McCarver kept saying on the broadcast. McCarver clearly had no faith that Cabrera would do anything of value in this position. After Cabrera took the first pitch – a ball – McCarver began droning on about how if the count goes to 2-0, Cabrera should just keep taking becuase it was more likely that he would walk in the tying run than actually get a hit.

But when the count went to 2-0, Francisco Cabrera, the unlikeliest of heroes, had the green light. the next pitch was right down the pipe and Cabrera turned on it and the ball caught the meat of the bat. A frozen rope down the third base line that would easily plate David Justice from third base if it wasn’t caught.

But it hooked foul. The Pirates had dodged a major bullet. Cabrera had just missed his moment as a NLCS hero – had he just waited a fraction of a second longer to swing, that ball was over Barry Bonds’ head in LF and off the wall, plating two. Game over.

But instead it’s a 2-1 count. And Cabrera, after swearing to himself a bit at the plate, digs in for the fourth pitch of the at bat. And this time he isn’t in front of it at all.

Cabrera laces a single in front and to the left of a charging Barry Bonds. Just moments earlier, Andy Van Slyke had told Bonds to scoot in a little bit. Bonds flipped Van Slyke the bird in return. David Justice scored easily, but the winning run had just rounded third and was bolting for home.

Whenever I watch a play at the plate, it seems like it’s happening in slow motion. The runner has a huge head start, but it doesn’t matter when the ball is traveling at 80 mph while the runner is pushing 12 mph. The ball gets there quickly, and the baserunner ends up looking surprisingly slow no matter if it’s Billy Butler or Billy Hamilton rounding third.

In this instance it was Sid Bream, the Pirates old first baseman who was in his second year with the Braves. Bream, wearing number twelve and a Magnum PI mustache, was a shockingly slow runner, and was still a few steps up the basepath when catcher Mike Lavilliere got the ball. But Bonds’ toss was a full reach toward first base – the product of having to field it to his left and throw across his body. Lavilliere picked it and spun back across his body to catch Bream’s foot sliding across the plate.

But it was too late. By a matter of inches, Bream’s foot had beat Lavilliere’s tag.

Braves win, 3-2.

David Justice mobbed Bream on top of home plate in what appeared to be a wrestling move of some sort just before the rest of the Braves team piled on top. The hero, Fransico Cabrera, is never even shown during the ensuing celebration. All the focus is on Bream, Justice and manager Bobby Cox.

Meanwhile, Pirates center fielder Andy Van Slyke is sitting on the grass with his cap down over his eyes. Heartbreak for Pittsburgh for the third consecutive year: 1990, 1991 and 1992 had all brought NL East regular season crowns. All three seasons had ended in NLCS losses, and this was the second consecutive Game 7 loss to these Atlanta Braves. The World Series had eluded the Pirates again, and suddenly the future wasn’t looking very bright.

That errant throw was Barry Bonds’ last time touching the ball in a Pirates uniform. He would sign with the Giants next season. Starting pitcher Don Drabek, who had pitched in three different games in the NLCS – all of them against John Smoltz – wouldn’t be back either. 1993 would bring the first of 20 consecutive losing seasons.

Fast forward to 2013: the first Pirates winning season since that devistating string of NLCS losses. First postseason game since Barry Bonds’ airmail. Is there a redemptive storyline in the making? Due to the playoffs being expanded following the 1995 season, the Pirates have a tougher road then years past. They have to get through the NL Central winning St. Louis Cardinals** before they get a shot at another NLCS where they would meet the winner of the Dodgers and the – holy smokes could this storyline be happening? – Atlanta Braves. There’s a storyline for you.

Stay posted folks. This could (is guaranteed to) be really fun.

** – For the record, I will NOT be rooting for the Pittsburgh Pirates against the St. Louis Cardinals. Just thought I’d make that clear. However, if the Pirates get past St. Louis, I’m pretty certain I’ll be cheering hard for the Bucs. Plus they have John Buck on their team now, so…

-apc.

photo source: http://i.cdn.turner.com/si/multimedia/photo_gallery/1009/mlb.best.playoff.moments-/images/sid-bream.braves.jpg

exit sandman: reflecting on mariano rivera.

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I missed the game live last night, but went back and watched the last few innings this morning. What a phenomenal celebration of a phenomenal player and person. I felt compelled to throw some thoughts down after watching Mariano Rivera, The Sandman, pitch for the last time at Yankee Stadium.

Mariano Rivera was born in Panama. His father was a fisherman. Mariano hated fishing, but it was his job too until he was twenty. Growing up, he played shortstop for the local baseball team. For equipment, he used taped up balls of fishing net and homemade gloves manufactured out of cardboard. He was good – not spectacular – but good enough to get a Yankees scout to take a gamble on him as a pitcher in 1990.

Five years later Mo made his first appearance against the California Angels as a starter. He was a really bad starter.

In his first MLB appearance, he pitched 3 1/3 innings, gave up 5 runs on 8 hits – including three-run home run to then 25-year-old Jim Edmonds that effectively knocked Rivera out of the game – and he got the loss. He went 4-6 as a starter and was platooned after the first few weeks of the season and would remain in the bullpen the rest of the 1995 year.

By the 1996 playoffs, when the Yankees beat the Braves in the World Series in 6 games, Rivera had become the set up man for closer John Wetteland, the Series MVP. The Yankees let Wetteland walk the following year to become a Ranger. It wasn’t a difficult decision when your set up man posts a 2.09 and 1.59 ERA in the regular season and playoffs respectively. The greatest closer of all time had found his place in history.

Mariano Rivera is very religious. He never hesitates to give God the credit for his entire career’s success. His best pitch, the cutter – which he discovered early in his career by messing around with new grips on the ball – he calls a “gift from God”. He doesn’t know how he figured it out, he just suddenly started throwing it. It’s just a gift that he’s used to his fullest.

Written on his glove and stitched into his cleats is the scripture reference Phil. 4:13 – “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” His faith is central to who he is as a person and a player. He even dreams of becoming a pastor after his playing career is over.

What impresses me most about Mariano Rivera’s faith is not found in what he says about God in his postgame interviews or the Scripture on his (now much nicer) glove. It’s how he handles himself on and off the field that speaks most. Has there ever been a more loved and respected man to ever play the game? At his last game in Fenway Park, the Red Sox – the Yankees hated rivals – presented him with multiple gifts as a way to honor his legacy. A stadium seat. A painting. An “42” plaque autographed by the whole team. It was all a tribute to their rival’s closer. They even let him sign the bullpen wall in his final game at Fenway Park: “Mariano Rivera – Last to wear #42, thank you for everything.”

The importance of the number 42 cannot be overstated. When he signed Jackie Robinson to the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947, Branch Rickey told Jackie that he hoped he had the guts to not say anything in response to the racial backlash that would come as a result of his playing. Robinson would have to take all the hatred, all the anger and ridicule and bear the burden without speaking up and without showing emotion. He was forced to stay silent. His silence was strong and spoke louder than anything he could’ve said.

No one else in baseball could honor Robinson’s legacy as the last man to wear 42 the way Rivera does. It’s hard to find a flaw in the man. This heroic silence is what is so admirable in how Mariano Rivera handles his faith. He doesn’t force it, doesn’t flaunt it. Doesn’t cross himself before he pitches, doesn’t point to God when he strikes someone out. He’s nearly monastic. He talks about his faith often, but never in a way that seems judgemental, forceful or insincere, and his public life is curiously silent. Has a first-ballot Hall of Famer ever done it so selflessly? And he did all this under the brightest of lights of them all: those of Yankee Stadium.

As always, Joe Posnanski, said it really well in an article from earlier today:

“How does someone close games in New York for 16 years and come out of it adored? How does someone who wears nothing but Yankees pinstripes his entire career — can you even picture Mariano Rivera without his Yankees cap on? — get honored at Fenway Park? How does someone in today’s Twittery, bloggy, First Take, Facebook, chat board, talk radio, GIF-infused world come out of a long career as universally beloved?

See, even people who loathe Mariano Rivera love him.

Scandal? Not a hint of it. Gossip? Never heard any. Embarrassing moments? Didn’t happen. Crisis manager Dan McGinn tells his clients: Biggest, best, most, first. He says that when you are one of those things, you are in the crosshairs, you are in constant danger of a significant fall. Mariano Rivera was all of those things. The biggest moments. The best closer. The most saves. The first option. And he comes out of it all immaculate, a sports legend. The perfect athlete of our time.”

I have no connection to New York City. In fact, I natually dislike everything about the Yankees simply on historic principle alone. They’re the Empire. The late George Stienbrenner’s lucrative and overpayed creation. The team that has no excuse but to succeed because they can buy anybody they want. Clemens. A-Rod. Ichiro. Soriano. Jermaine Dye. Texiera. David Cone. David Wells. Vernon Wells. Johnny Damon. Rickey Henderson. Dave Winfield. Gary Sheffield. Jason Giambi. CC Sabathia. The list goes on. Guys that could’ve gone elsewhere but were paid outrageously more to be a Yankee.

But Rivera was not bought, he was discovered in Panama and has been a Yankee since Day 1. So he’s pure in the eyes of Yankee haters like me.

As I watched the footage from last night’s game in New York – a 4-0 loss to Tampa Bay – I was surprised at how emotional I was. It was the 8th inning. One out. Girardi went to the mound and tapped his right arm to the bullpen. As Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” played loudly throughout Yankee Stadium, Rivera made his familiar jog, glove off and held in his hand, and I started smiling.

Six pitches: a fastball to Delmon Young flew into left for out number two. Then Rivera went back to his bread-and-butter. Five straight cutters to Sam Feld resulted in a chopped groundout back to the mound (Rivera has always been an excellent fielder), and he walked to the dugout after retiring two straight and stranding both baserunners. Another day at the office. I felt like clapping along with the fans.

After the Yankees failed to score in the bottom half of the 8th, they marched Rivera back out for the 9th inning.

After retiring the first two batters with ease – 1-3, F4 – Rivera prepared to face his final batter. But as a last minute surprise, Andy Pettite and Derek Jeter – the two teammates who have been with him in New York since the mid-90s – walked out to the mound to pull Rivera from the game and give him center stage. He threw 12 pitches, 11 of them cutters. Rivera looked up to see them coming toward him. The ever stoic Rivera smiled widely and met Pettite with a hug on the mound and that was it. That was the moment when the emotions rose to the surface. Tears flowed into the right shoulder of Pettite’s navy blue sweatshirt. He hugged Jeter next and then headed to the dugout to hug his coaches and the rest of his teammates.

The last person in line in the dugout processional: Alex Rodriguez. The Yankeest of the Yankees. The Cheater. A-Roid. The in the wake of the Biogenesis scandal (A-Rod is still waiting to hear the results of his appeal to MLB for his original 211 game suspension) the two met in an embrace that felt like a clash of worlds. The sinful and universally hated Rodriguez hugging the angelic and universally adored Rivera. Then A-Rod, like a little kid, put his hands on the back of Mo’s shoulders and pushed him up the dugout steps for a curtain call. The curtain call A-Rod is probably not going to get anymore. I wonder what his influence has been over the years. Over just this year. In his joy for Mariano, I saw a glimpse Mariners Alex. Pre-Bronx and pre-Biogenesis. It was refreshing. I’m not sure you could call it a conversion, but it’s the effect that Mariano Rivera has on those around him.

I think we can learn a lot from Mariano Rivera about how we live out our own faith: out of the spotlight, quietly, lovingly and through our actions. Swiping that dirt off the mound was probably the most selfish thing Mo ever did in his life. Rivera said nothing that earned him his title as the greatest closer and arguably the most adored player of all time. He let his authenticity do the talking. His cutter may have earned him the Hall of Fame, but the way he expresses his faith in God led to the celebration last night.

I pray we can all exit like The Sandman.

-apc.

BTW: The picture at the top…I ran into Mariano Rivera coming out of our hotel last time we were in Chicago. The Yankees were in town playing the White Sox. He’s leaving for the game. Stood right next to the guy while he waited for his car to pull up. I was so star struck that I had nothing to say and was too scared to get my phone out until he was walking to the car. You’d be scared too if that bodyguard was staring you down with his fist clenched.

mlb postseason predictions.

Wild Card:
Texas over Baltimore
Atlanta over St. Louis

reasoning: i think both home teams win here. my heart says orioles and cardinals (obviously), but i think the home crowd is too much for both teams. the rangers have been reeling, but i think they figure out a way to win one game when it counts. atlanta has been hot, and i just think medlan is too good. plus, now i can either be wrong on here or right in my heart. here’s to hoping i picked wrong.

ALDS:
Detroit over Oakland
New York over Texas

reasoning: i think home field advantage is going to hurt teams in the divisional series. especially a team like oakland who needs their hype and momentum to continue here. i think having to start with two games on the road puts them in a hole they can’t get out of. and i just think the yankees are the better team. texas feels very lackluster to me lately.

NLDS:
Cincinnati over San Francisco
Washington over Atlanta

reasoning: i hate the reds, but they’re a great team and should be able to win in 5. i really like the nationals and i don’t care if they’re newbies in the postseason. i think they have proved repeatedly that they’re probably the best team in the majors.

ALCS:
Detroit over New York

reasoning: recent history has shown us that the yankees always choke at some point. this is it for them here. verlander will take over and so will miggy.

NLCS:
Washington over Cincinnati

reasoning: i think this will be the best series this postseason. both of these teams deserve a shot at the world series, but i hate the reds and can’t pick them. i will say this though: aroldis chapman is my favorite. man that dude is awesome.

World Series:
Washington over Detroit

reasoning: can strasburg come back for a game in the series? doubt it. i miss him. but i think the nationals are the best team in the mlb and will win it all this year. plus. NL has home field again. also, it’s an election year, so DC winning feels appropriate.

-apc.

st. louis cardinals.

first of all, i must apologize to all of my twitter followers for the barrage of #postseason and #worldseries tweets that occurred over the last month. it was not my intention to overwhelm and dominate your feeds by tweeting my emotions with every swing of the bat, or to retweet any and every cardinals-related bit i could find. i hope you will forgive me, and if any of you have actually unfollowed me, i hope you reconsider now that the month of october is over.

and what a month it was. who would have ever thought the cardinals could ever do what they did? on august 25th the cardinals had a 1.1% chance of making the playoffs…the PLAYOFFS, let alone the world series. but somehow this cardinals team fought back, caught some breaks, and won their eleventh world series title.

i’ve been a cardinals fan my entire life. i have never lived in st. louis, but i was raised as an avid fan. my grandpa grew up in the bootheel of missouri and experienced stan musial and the potent cardinals teams of the 40s. then he moved to iowa where he raised my dad as a cardinals fan (in des moines, you’re either a cards fan or a cubs fan). as a very young kid, my dad heard the 64 and 67 world series on the radio, and then experienced the cardinals of the 80s under whitey herzog: ozzie smith, willie mcgee, vince coleman, keith hernandez, bruce sutter, jack clark, bob forsch, terry pendleton, tommy herr and others.

i was born in 1986, so i have no first hand memory of those teams. however, i was raised as a cardinals fan first. my parents moved to kansas city in the fall of 1986 (which, after the ’85 world series was likely not easy for my dad), so the royals weren’t anything our young family was particularly thrilled about yet. i’ve grown to love them though – they’re my hometown team and my hopes rise with every spring training and fall again by the all-star break just like every other true blue fan. the royals are my hometown loyalty, but being a cardinals fan is in my blood.

beyond being dressed in a ozzie smith jersey as a newborn, i learned to love the cardinals through baseball cards, recorded vhs videos of the 85, 87, 88 postseason series against the twins and dodgers, and probably most of all – RBI Baseball on my Nintendo. released in 1987, there were only 8 teams to choose from – the four playoff teams from the 86 and 87 seasons – California, NY Mets, Houston, Boston, San Francisco, Detroit, Minnesota and, of course, St. Louis. it was an easy choice for me (with the exception of the occasional 102 MPH fastball from Nolan Ryan on the Angels. i love Nolan Ryan – more on that later.)

i can recite the cards line-up from memory:
V. Coleman (CF)
O. Smith (SS)
T. Herr (2B)
J. Clark (1B)
W. McGee (RF)
T. Pendleton (3B)
C. Ford (LF)
T. Pena (C).

pitchers:
J. Tudor
D. Cox
K. Dayley
T. Worrel

pinch hitters:
J. Oquendo
J. Morris
J. Lindeman
S. Lake

i mean, c’mon. i even remember the pinch hitters. clearly my allegiance goes way back. between RBI Baseball and collecting Ozzie Smith baseball cards (i have hundreds today) i was hooked for life. so to see the redbirds perform so well down the stretch makes me giddy. along with the rest of the world, i thought they were done in late august.

i have no idea how we stole game 2 against cliff lee in philadelphia. i am baffled that we managed to stymie the brewers line-up with our bullpen – which had been our biggest issue all year long until that point. we shut up nyjer morgan. we beat roy halladay. the rally squirrel was invented. albert pujols hit 3 HRs in the same game a la reggie jackson, and it wasn’t even the best game of the world series!

and don’t even get me going on game six (read: the greatest baseball game of all time). if anyone wants to try and argue differently, i’d love to hear your case…luis gonzo in 2001? lance berkman matched that walk off in the 10th and it was about the 4th craziest moment of the night…joe carter in 93? david freese matched that HR drama twice…carlton fisk in 75? exciting and iconic, sure, but everyone not named joe posnanski seems to forget that The Machine beat them in game 7 to take the series anyway…kirby puckett in 91? again, david freese – and i know puckett robbed a homer the inning before too. but down two runs and down to their last strike (twice!) and the cardinals win in walk off fashion in the 11th!?!? it cannot be beat. it just can’t. (although, how amazing was joe buck’s nod to his dad’s call of that HR in 91? brings tears to my eyes.)

i do feel bad for the rangers though. i really like that team – ron washington is great and not a single player is remotely nyjer morgan-like. and nolan ryan, sandwiched between george and laura bush, i really like you. you are probably my favorite non-cardinal to ever play the game, and every time Fox cut to you with a grim look on your face i was always a little bummed for you. i hope you were able to release some post-postseason anger…maybe robin ventura was around or something.

at the end of it all – this past two months i got to be apart of perhaps the most epic comeback in sports history. this series had me sprinting through my house like it was 2006 all over again. only this was 2006 on steroids. the 2011 cardinals were a team of destiny – it was like watching a disney movie from start to finish (except that pujols doesn’t get intentionally walked in the disney version). so if i annoyed you with my continually obnoxious cardinals banter, i’m really not THAT sorry.

and mad props to Tony La Russa. this run doesn’t happen without him – this is an average team that ends 15 games out without TLR. we will miss you in Busch next year, but i have a feeling there will be a statue or jersey or something to honor you around there come April.

-apc.