Buh, Bye Paper All-Star Ballots

Yesterday, Bloomberg reported that MLB will stop using paper ballots for All-Star Voting. Apparently, online voting significantly overshadows the number votes by paper ballot. I will miss them. I think Mike Oz of Yahoo Sports put its best.

But oh, to be 10. My cousin and I would sit there, under the sun, with our peanuts or malts, poking out the tiny baseball next to the name of our favorite players. There was a lot of deciding to do. I didn’t just vote for the A’s. I took it much more serious than that. I knew all these players’ names and stats. I had their baseball cards and would see many of them when they came to play the A’s, so I tried to be fair. I always figured it was a great endorsement when I deemed a player from a different team worthy of a vote. Congrats, Bo Jackson.
— Mike Oz, Yahoo Sports

The Earthquake that interrupted the World Series 25 years ago

I had never been in an earthquake. But as the press box started swaying at Candlestick Park, I knew exactly what was happening. The box seemed ready to crash into the lower deck. It was a quake, all right. What else could it be?

Game 3 of the 1989 World Series was about to begin. At 5:04 p.m. PT, the weather was unseasonably warm — “earthquake weather,” I would later hear it called. By luck of the draw, the beat writers from Baltimore and Washington — Tim Kurkjian, Richard Justice and myself — had prime seats in the box, just behind home plate.

The crowd actually cheered seconds after the quake hit, perhaps thinking it was a good omen for the Giants, who trailed the Athletics two games to none. But Jay Alves, the A’s director of media relations at the time, turned around from the first row and said grimly, “That was a big one.” Sure enough, he was right.
— Ken Rosenthal, Fox Sports

I remember October 17, 1989. I was in college and walked across the hall to watch the World Series game with a friend. Being in a dormitory, we thought something was wrong with our tv signal. We didn't have cable. It didn't take long to figure out the problem was in San Francisco.

What I most remember is seeing the players looking for their loved ones after the quake. Concern and fear were all over their faces.

We spent hours watching the Special Report on ABC. My friend had a brother who was attending Stanford University. He tried for several hours calling his dorm room. No cell phones which probably wouldn't have worked anyway. His brother was fine.

Ken Rosenthal, Fox Sports, was at Candlestick Park that night. He has written an article remembering the event 25 years later. 

The Death of Baseball

There’s just one hitch. Our dads thought baseball was their fathers’ game. (From 1969: “Now I know why old people like baseball. It’s a sanctuary for the listless.”) And our grandfathers thought baseball was their fathers’ game. (From 1917: “The day of the proxy sport has passed for the live-wire American.”) By declaring baseball dead, we haven’t broken with our fathers at all. We’ve reconciled with them. We’re two obituarists meeting in a magic Iowa cornfield. “Hey, Dad,” we venture, voices cracking. “You want to write a think piece?”
— Bryan Curtis, Grantland

Bryan Curtis of Grantland writes an interesting piece exploring the history of articles proclaiming the death of Baseball through the decades. Spoiler: Almost immediately after baseball began, people have been trying to declare it in decline and for obsolescence.