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Fan Stories: 10 Questions for Baseball Washington Nationals Uber-Fan Bruno Caretti (a.k.a. The Rally Mullet)

For the next few weeks, FoulBallz.com will include a series of short interviews with ballhawks and uber-fans of baseball. These fans all agreed to answer 10 simple questions, no pressure, and very little editing. It’s been a wonderful experience for me to get to know these individuals in some capacity through Twitter. I hope you enjoy reading the answers as much as I have.

Next up is Bruno Caretti. He’s best known at “The Rally Mullet-super fan of Anthony Rendon of the Washington Nationals.” You can follow him on Twitter at @TheRallyMullet or visit his blog at therallymulletblog.wordpress.com.

  1. When did you snag your first ball?

I have gotten a couple batting practice balls but that’s wasn’t my goal. getting a live ball during a game by a batter was my goal. and it was June 18, 2014. Nats vs Astros. I was sitting first row 3rd base line, and low and behold Anthony Rendon was up. He hit a ground ball down the 3rd base foul territory line at Nats Park and I scooped it up off the ground with my glove. It felt he did it on purpose.

  1. What do you think about the extended netting issue?

As much as I think this happens way to often [fans getting hit by foul balls] because fans aren’t paying attention, I do think having extra netting in the ball park is a good idea. Honestly though, if you aren’t paying attention and a ball hits you square in the face then I don’t know what to tell you. Don’t go to games I guess?

 

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Fan Stories: 10 Questions for Baseball Uber-Fan Mike Dies (President, West Akron Baseball & Softball League)

For the next few weeks, FoulBallz.com will include a series of short interviews with ballhawks and uber-fans of baseball. These fans all agreed to answer 10 simple questions, no pressure, and very little editing. It’s been a wonderful experience for me to get to know these individuals in some capacity through Twitter. I hope you enjoy reading the answers as much as I have.

First up is Mike Dies, President, West Akron Baseball & Softball League (www.wabl.org and www.facebook.com/westakronbaseball).

1) When did you snag your first ball? 

After going to many games at an empty Cleveland Municipal Stadium as a kid, and lots of games at Jacobs Field when the Old Stadium closed, my first foul ball came in 1997 at Canal Park in Akron. I was walking in the concourse and caught it on one bounce.

2) What do you think about the extended netting issue?

I am all for it. I would like to see the netting extended to the end of each dugout. I would like MLB to be proactive in protecting the fans before someone is killed by a foul ball at a game. I understand that paying attention is 99.9% of it for the fans but it is not realistic to think that fans will sit and watch baseball for 3+ hours and not let their eyes wander from the action … especially with all of the distractions that the MLB clubs have created in the stadium. Attending baseball games today is nothing like attending games 10-15 years ago.

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Seeing the Seawolves: About Jerry Uht Park and Meeting Eric Brookhouser

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We started our family vacation in early July by going to the Erie Seawolves game on July 2. The game, against the Akron Rubberducks, was a night game with fireworks.

I was excited to see the Seawolves. As a devout and lifelong Detroit Tigers fan, my goal in life is to see every team in the Tigers system at least once, and at their home park. Erie was on our way to Toronto for the July 7 game with the Tigers, so we popped in to Jerry Uht Park.

I’d mentioned on Twitter that I’d been attending and I discovered how absolutely phenomenal the Seawolves’ social media machine is. The person managing the team’s Twitter account “liked” and “retweeted” tweets within a few hours.

It was an amazing act that few Major League Baseball teams do. It set the tenor for what would turn out to be one of my best experiences at a Minor League or Major League baseball game.

The park is simple. It’s what one expects from a AA affiliate. No frills and every seat is a great one. But what I did notice was how prominent their signage is regarding the dangers of foul balls. Good for them!

As I usually do, I sit my family in the outfield box seats, some of the safest and closest seats to the field. Those who follow me on Twitter and read my work here are all very much aware of my 20160702_183656feelings regarding these “hero” parents who sit with their kids in the most dangerous areas and snag a foul ball while holding their kid. I practice what I preach.
I’d bought first row seats a bit closer than usual, but still in an area we could easily manage any fouls that came our way.

Once the game started, I began coaching my 9-year-old daughter on the probable locations of foul balls. One can never be too young to understand the dangers of these souvenirs. It is especially fitting since dad runs the only site dedicated to studying and discussing them.

 

Meeting Seawolves Superfan Eric Brookhouser

 

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Ed Comber (VP Of The BBBA/Owner – foulballz.com)  

My Baseball Memories: “Off the Clock”

A FOULBALLZ NETTINGIt has been said before that part of baseball’s appeal is that it doesn’t run according to a clock.  There is artifice, to be sure, in the game – the nine-inning structure is an arbitrary construct, after all – but the artifice does not extend to the competitive duration of any given contest.  There’s always enough time in baseball for your team to come back from a deficit or to cough up a lead.  If you’re favorite football team is down three touchdowns with forty-five seconds left, you can pretty much turn off the TV.  If your baseball team is down five runs going into the bottom of the ninth, well, you might want to keep watching.  And I love that.

I love it because it mimics real life as much as a game can:  in order to do something, you have to do it all the way.  A team that has gotten all but one out hasn’t actually accomplished anything.   One baseball team has to stare down the other and keep staring until the final out is recorded.   There’s no spreading the floor to milk the clock, no faking an injury to use up stoppage time, no kneeling down to force the other team to use their final time out.  I enjoy those sports that operate by the clock, but for me there’s something organic about sports like golf and tennis and especially baseball that require full attention until the final play has been made.

I have to think that part of my love for this facet of baseball came about because I was, at one point, a 75-pound weakling.  That probably needs some explaining.

There were two outs in the bottom of the eighth inning of what was supposed to be a six-inning game.  It was the championship game of our regional tournament for 10-year-old All Stars.  In the town where I grew up, the 11-and-12-year-old All Stars were eligible to work their way toward Williamsport and the Little League World Series; the 10-year-olds only competed in regional tournaments.  So, win or lose, this championship game was our final game of the season.  And it was the bottom of the 8th, with two outs, and we were down by one.  I walked to the plate, a short and skinny ten-year-old with spindly arms and goofy sport-specs.  I was an All Star, of course, a center fielder and third baseman with a strong arm and a great batting average, but I can’t say that I inspired fear in the opposition when I strode to the plate that July night.  With a one-run lead and the bases empty, they had to be feeling good about their chances.

 

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My Baseball Memories: More Than Peanuts and Popcorn

Copyright FoulBallzFor many, food is a big part of life.  We have favorite memories on holidays, and family recipes that are passed from year to year.   Certain beverages and special treats and their connection to baseball are no exception in my mind.  I think that unlike any other sport, the aura of baseball includes what we look forward to eating and drinking on game days, and helps form our memories of how baseball has affected our lives.

Granted, we all have our favorite Super Bowl meal, and we think of the comfort of hot chocolate and coffee at the cold high school football games, but baseball transcends the menu of delicacies that await us at the stadium.  The American tradition of peanuts and popcorn….hot dogs…and my list extends even beyond this normal game fare.

Take beer for example.  In the 1980s and ‘90s when we frequented the Reds games in Cincinnati, my husband and father-in-law had a running gag about the price of beer.  My father-in-law could barely swallow his $3.50 cold one during a game, so outraged by the price.  My husband, never one to avoid the chance to rub a sore wound, bought him a Reds t-shirt the next Christmas and had “Beer.  $5.00 a glass” printed on it.  We had a good laugh at the threat of inflation and baseball, until years later when we all realized the joke was on us after beer prices climbed to a whopping $7.00 in most stadiums!  Yet despite the price, we all agreed that a cold beer at a hot summer game day was worth a million!
And then there are the fans, with no mind of the cost, agreeing to go to baseball games only for the food. My daughter, Katie was dragged her first 10 years to game after game so her older brother could either watch his heroes or try to become one.  She would grimace when we told her we were headed to Riverfront, until we reminded her of the ice cones and other treats that awaited her.  She’d sit through extra innings, without a fuss, as long as she had money in her pocket to stop the next vendor.  We even had birthday parties for her at my son’s Knothole games.  Packing the car with cupcakes, knowing the late July tournament would take the whole day and evening with no chance of a birthday party in the backyard. She’d pass out her cupcakes and the fans would sing “Happy Birthday” to Katie in between games.

I also have a great memory of when my son, Nick, played middle and high school baseball.

 

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My Baseball Memories: “That’s the Way it Are”

Adam+Duvall+Cincinnati+Reds+v+Houston+Astros+9jUrurKMl7LlOver the years my husband and I have discovered many life lessons because of baseball.  Our favorite, and the one we refer to more than any others, is one we learned while our son was playing Knothole baseball in northern Kentucky.

It was a normal Saturday afternoon for that time in our lives.  Our son had passionately gathered a team of players, and my husband, a high school and college football player, had reluctantly agreed to coach this team of honor roll students, who were growing up surrounded by the effects of the 1990 Cincinnati World Series win.  My husband had no first hand baseball experience, but plenty of team know-how after years of good, and mostly bad coaching.  He eventually figured that his coaching knowledge of dos and don’ts would aid my son’s dream team.

This day the game progressed as usual.  Both teams were neck and neck, but we knew that fate was on our side.  Lately, despite the fact we were a new team emerging from inexperience and hope that smarts and passion would eventually shine forth, things were going our way.  The Tornados were an “ok” team, and we had confidence that the day was ours.
As one of the most talented players on our team hit a powerful grounder and ran to first and then to second, the ump called him out, despite the obvious safe slide into base.  Parents stood on edge, coaches threw their caps either to the ground or into the air, and our players, in true baseball spirit and with hands on their hips, protested the call.  We all took a deep breath, except for one mom on the other team who felt she was going to take this conflict into her own hands.  She stepped to the line, pointed her finger at our boys, and yelled, “that was called an out…and that’s the way it are!!!”

There was a moment of silence.  And then the honor roll players on my husband’s team stepped up to the plate and returned a sneering yell in symphony:  “That’s the way it ARE?  That’s the way it ARE?  Lady? That’s the way it ARE?”

Horrified by the possibility of a scuffle between players and Mom,…

–By Karen Avery

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My Baseball Memories: What Ernie Harwell Taught Me about Life

Detroit is rapidly aging with their core and they have added even more guys to the fold over this winter with Jordan Zimmermann and Francisco Rodriguez both 30 or over. This club may have opened up another 1 - 2 year winning window here - but will pay a steep financial price for it. The club is around $175 MIL already for total team salary and are right near the MLB Luxury Tax Threshold of $189 MIL.I grew up in what is arguably the most bankrupt major city in the US (morally and financially)—Detroit. Actually living in the city for a while and then just outside of it afforded me the opportunity to go to The Corner multiple times a season. I remember attending games and having to wiggle back and forth to see the entire field. Those obstructed view seats seemed everywhere when I was a kid. Blocked views aside, I got to see some of the greatest Tigers play: Kirk Gibson, Mark “The Bird” Fydrich, Jack Morris, Sweet Lou, Cecil Fielder, and on and on. My most prominent memory was getting to watch The Bird, once. 1977. I was 9. Indeed The Bird was “the Word” in Motown. His odd and unique delivery, the argument over whether or not he spoke to the ball, and all the quirks that came with him. It was a show with him. Baseball doesn’t have many outstanding quirky players like this, instead of headlines watching the wackiness of a great athlete, we get inundated with PED reports, of suspensions as a result of the Biogenesis investigation. Mark was refreshing. He was so awkward. And I actually wanted, for a brief time, to be as odd as him, but at my Little League position of catcher. It was a fleeting thought as my knees and eyes starting going, so it was off to a different sport. RIP Bird.

As much as I enjoyed that one vivid moment and watching him on TV, it wasn’t the best or most important part of my Tigers experience. Not by a long shot. The best part of growing up a Detroit Tigers fan wasn’t the players of that era or the past. I knew the storied history of the Tigers. Ty Cobb, Al Kaline, and Hank Greenberg are just a few; the list goes on and on. It wasn’t the storied history of the franchise. It wasn’t how awesome Tiger Stadium seemed as a kid when I went to games. It wasn’t any of that. It was a voice. A golden voice. A calm voice. THE voice of baseball.

Ernie Harwell.

THE voice of the Tigers. THE voice of MLB. He was ranked 16th by the American Sportscasters Association a few years ago, but he really isn’t that low on the list. Not to those who grew up hearing the man who introduced the start of each season with “The Voice of the Turtle”.

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My MLB Memories: Remembering Ernie Harwell and Hallowed Ground

20150531_124659My greatest MLB memories are all in Tiger Stadium.

Gone are the obstructed view seats. Gone is the roar of the crowd. Gone are the locker rooms legends once walked. Gone is “The Corner.” Or at least the building that once stood proudly at the intersection of Michigan and Trumball. In Detroit.

For all of its problems—crooked mayors, high crime rates, high drug use, soaring poverty, empty lots and even entire blocks, and so on and so forth—Detroit has a lot of things going for it. It’s the home to Stroh’s beer, Sander’s Ice Cream, Faygo, Vernor’s, coneys (REAL ones! Like those at Lafayette Coney Island. Their arch-nemesis next door ain’t bad either), pizza delivery (Domino’s ring a bell?), awesome pizza in general (try the original Buddy’s when you’re in town), the Motown sound, the real heart of Rock and Roll (I think Detroit got screwed on that one), and great sports teams and fans.

Thankfully Detroit’s done one thing right: Preserved history…kind of. Tiger Stadium, the stadium I grew up with, was torn down in 2009. Admittedly, it had been neglected, not unlike the city itself. In spite of the city’s bankruptcy, in spite of the murders, in spite of the lost population, in spite of the lost jobs, they are still a rightfully proud city. And they kept key parts of the field. Intact still is the very field on which most of the greatest baseball players of all time have played.

Detroit currently doesn’t have much to believe in. It’s all but dead. But what they have done is work on preserving some of the greatest aspects of the city. The old train station that can be seen from The Corner is scheduled for a face lift, for example. And Tiger Stadium…as I said, they’ve kept key aspects of the field although the stadium itself is now long gone. Currently, the group in charge of the space is adamant about what they want done with the space. Although there have been multiple good offers to keep the field and build such things as shopping space around it in an effort to bring back some business, the group has turned down every offer, regrettably. The lot needs more TLC than the dedicated folks can give it. But I am proud of those who push to keep the field groomed and take real pride in preserving the site to the best of their ability. But it deserves more than what
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