Warning: this column contains language that may
be considered offensive by some. Stop reading if you are sensitive to the
use of obscenities.
Of course a label like the above is more likely
to be an invitation to most people to be sure to continue reading! Don’t
you open the e-mail whose subject says "Do Not Open!!"? Well, I don’t, but
so far this is a free country so do as you please.
And of course, some people would add to the above
warning that this column has repeatedly contained ideas that may be
considered offensive by some. Well, again, I say consider the source,
maintain a perspective and recognize that you are not being forced to read
any of this publication.
There is no smooth segue into my actual column
after all of the above, so let’s just go do it.
The weather has finally dried out and has began
to warm up. With some blue skies overhead my thoughts turned to one of my
favorite pastimes—baseball. I have always preferred this sport, both to
watch and play, over most others. Despite the criticism of too slow, etc.,
I found the pauses perfect for mulling over strategies, reviewing options
and viewing the current situation. And because of its speed, or lack
thereof, it was also a perfect sport to listen to over the radio,
something I can remember doing as a kid, with the transistor radio under
my pillow, listening to the muted voice of Vin Sculley.
As I grew older, playing baseball gained in
attraction. I did well enough to hold my own at third base, with a fair
share of hits to keep my own playing time at a minimal level of
satisfaction. However, whether standing on the field or sitting on the
bench, I began to come to some amazing realizations about baseball. It
appeared to be one of the more egalitarian sports. If you ever took a
physical education class at a public high school in the United States of
America, you know that PE is the true melting pot of the school. Students
you never saw anywhere else—for a myriad of reasons—showed up in your PE
classes. Regardless of academic abilities, whether good or bad as
athletes, baseball could accept them one and all. The sport is such that
you could be on the playing field for an entire period and never touch the
ball, never have anything to do with the outcome of the game. Depending on
how good or bad your teammates might be and how long a high school PE
period was, a player might never get an at bat in a game. Your abilities,
or lack of them, could not be known, yet you were part of the team. What
camaraderie, what team work!
It was not until I heard George Carlin that I
completely realized how different baseball is from so many other sports.
It has a sense of independence not found in other games. The entire
playing field is not standard in size from location to location, the field
itself has the elegant name of "diamond", and as Carlin so aptly points
out, the object of this game is to go home! What better objective could
one ask for. He goes on to say that the sport also includes sacrificial
behavior, and before each and every game someone reminds all present that
this is indeed a game, not work and that this is fun time—"Play
ball!" is the starting cry by the umpire, not "Work ball!".
As I moved on in life and assumed more
responsibilities, I was still able to see and appreciate the value of
baseball and the lessons it provides. Ignore the fact that it abounds in
numerical data and I happen to teach mathematics and statistics. What
other sport could tell you how often a particular player has hit a double
with a runner on first and one out and a count of 2 balls and 2 strikes at
night while his team was ahead by two or more runs? Oh, and you want to
know if the pitcher was left-handed or right-handed as well? Baseball is
your game. Right, forget that relevancy to my teaching areas. Focus more
on the labor aspects of the game.
Baseball is the only sport where the management
dresses like the players. Coaches and managers all wear the same uniform
in baseball, not a coat and tie like basketball or football coaches, or
even street clothes in contrast to a swim suit or gym clothes or jockey
garb or… . Truly egalitarian. Historical aside: the reason for this same
dress code in baseball has to do with the ability to determine who was
allowed on the playing field and who was not. In the early days of the
game, when fans stood right up against the edge of the playing field, the
umpire could tell who could be where by the presence of a uniform. No
uniform, stand back. Baseball managers and coaches are allowed on the
playing field, unlike most other sports where it could be a penalty for a
manager to be on the field.
Today I cannot truly advocate for dressing one
way or another in academia. It probably comes down to a matter of personal
comfort, although I think many administrators, and probably some faculty,
feel an obligation to "dress for success and respect" and that entails
certain accouterments, like coats, ties, dresses and the like. I’m just
glad that I can accomplish success and respect with a wardrobe filled with
Levi 505’s.
But the function of management is also clarified
by baseball as a certain type of behavior. The manager of the World Series
Champion Chicago White Sox, Ozzie Guillen, recently had the following to
say in a published interview (Playboy, May 2006):
You can’t be a manager and be afraid to make
mistakes or worry about what people are going to say. A lot of managers
are scared of losing their jobs. They want to please the [public]. They
want to please the [Board of Trustees]. They want to please the media. All
of a sudden they are not pleasing the one group they should be
pleasing—the [faculty and staff]. You have to go by your guts and believe
in your [faculty and staff]. People talk about good managers. Nobody’s a
good manager. If you don’t have the [faculty and staff], you’re not going
to fucking win. Ask all the great managers. … If you don’t have the
[faculty and staff], you aren’t going to win. You aren’t going to run the
Kentucky Derby with goddamn donkeys.
OK, maybe Ozzie really said "fans", "owners" and
"players", respectively in those brackets, but tell me it doesn’t still
make sense either way.
Baseball has a lot of lessons to offer. Maybe we
should pay a little more attention to the game we are all playing.
By the time you read this the baseball season
will be well underway and the academic one will be drawing to a close. I
hope you find time to refresh and recharge and get in some playing time in
whatever your game of choice might be. And as always, stay informed and
stay in touch.