Old Timers Day Part II

I saw a picture of myself at Old Timers Day. I’m sitting in the first row of Yankee Stadium’s upper deck, hunched over the railing. I have two day’s worth of stubble on my face, yet somehow look like a little kid, watching as Michael Kay and Jon Sterling announce the 72 former Yankees who came back to The Stadium one last time.

My day started at 6:00 a.m., trekking down to the Greyhound terminal in Washington, D.C. to catch an early bus to New York. Game time was officially listed at 3:55 p.m., but I didn’t care about the Yankees and Angels nearly as much as I cared about seeing Old Timers Day.

It has not been a lucky year for my trips to New York to see the Yankees. I drove up for the last Opening Day at Yankee Stadium, sat in traffic on the George Washington Bridge, only to have the game called on account of rain. I turned around and drove home without even parking my car. It was ok, I reasoned – I had a fun story.

In June, I was ready to leave to see the Yankees play the Reds, but had left the ticket at my office. Traffic was light, and it was easy going until I felt the elevator grind to a halt between the sixth and seventh floors. Two hours later, it was far too late to drive up, so I went home and watched the game on TV. It was a crisp game, played in about two hours and thirty minutes. So, I reasoned, it was ok – I had a fun story and didn’t have to spend ten hours driving for less than three hours of baseball.

But Old Timers Day was different. So I left early – on the 7:00 a.m. Greyhound, arriving at the Port Authority at 11:30 a.m., two hours before Old Timer introductions

We got in early, and I jumped right on the subway. I was underground until I reached the Bronx – and when the car emerged from the ground, the first drops of rain were starting to pelt the glass. The entire car – full of people, like me, wearing Yankees jerseys and caps and t-shirts – groaned as one. I heard one hoarse-voiced rider utter what I feared: “They might get the game in, but they won’t let the Old Timers play.”

As I stepped off the 4 train, the sky opened up. I stubbornly walked around The Stadium and allowed myself to be soaked, blaming every Yankees official I could think of. “This never would have happened under George,” I thought irrationally, as if Hank and Hal Steinbrenner should learn to control the weather like their old man.

The rain stopped just as the gates opened. For some reason, the pregame Old Timers ceremony never draws as many fans as the actual game, so at 1:45 when the hoopla started (just 15 minutes late, and well after I had time to dry off) I was able to move down from my seat in the upper upper deck to the lower upper deck, right above the home dugout where the Yankees of the past had gathered.

Dave Winfield, Don Baylor, and Tim Raines loitered near the on-deck circle. Aaron Small, who just pitched for the Yankees in 2005 and 2006, walked around getting his picture taken with more distinguished players. Jim Abbott signed autographs for people sitting behind home plate, somehow catching thrown balls and hats despite missing his right hand.

They ran down the 72 names. Though many were introduced by statistics, it was all memories for me – and I got to laugh a little at how old my childhood heros had become without feeling too old myself. Jimmy Key, the ace who righted the pitching staff, tipped his hat to the crowd to reveal a balding head. Mike Stanley, the catcher from 1993-1995 who was as automatic as any player with the bases loaded, kept his hair but it was solid gray. Just three months from trying to talk his way onto the Yankees’ roster, David Wells looked… well, he always looked bad.

I stood and cheered for some, most notably my favorite player after Don Mattingly retired, Paul O’Neill. The Stadium agreed, and his two-minute ovation was matched only by Willie Randolph – and that was really just a shot at the Mets.

The game was funny, as 40-, 50-, and even 60-year-old men tried to play the game they knew so well. The outfielders played shallow, and outside of Brian Doyle diving to grab a ball and make a force out at second and Wade Boggs scoring from second on an O’Neill single no one really hustled.

After one inning, it was done, and the Yankees played a solid game – downing the Angels 8-2. Appropriately, 39-year-old Mike Mussina pitched a gem.

Getting home was decidedly more challenging. Greyhound’s polices of selling more tickets than seats and giving passengers wrong gate information led to a four and a half hour wait at the Port Authority on a Saturday night. (New York is a great town, but if you spend a weekend there I’d suggest other attractions.)

I got back to D.C. at 4:17 a.m. But it was ok – I had a fun story which, this time, included a ballgame.

Old Timers Day Part I: On The Way

I’m writing this on a Greyhound bus on my way to New York City – more specifically, to Yankee Stadium, where it is Old Timers Day.

I turned 29 this year, and getting a step away from 30 gives your younger friends license to make fun of you. It also means that, during a doctor visit, you start to get warnings about watching your weight in the next few years. But none of this has made me so old as the Yankees releasing their 2008 Old Timers Day roster.

This year’s roster is stacked with heroes from my golden years as a baseball fan, 1993-2001. Not only did the Yankees win four championships in that span, but I saw on television or listened on the radio to a large percentage of the baseball they played during that time. And in going to games pretty regularly since 1998, I have seen many of them in person.

When I was younger and watching Old Timers Day with my Dad, it seemed like he had a story for every player – one guy might have been great at throwing trick pitches; another might have been as good a clutch hitter as my Dad had ever seen, things like that. This, year, I have my own stories to tell about Old Timers like Paul O’Neill, Tino Martinez, David Wells, Jimmy Key, Mike Stanley, Jeff Nelson, Ramiro Mendoza, Wade Boggs, Jim Abbott, Pat Kelley, Graeme Lloyd, Darryl Strawberry, and Tim Raines.

"Wall Street was drunk…"

Last week, a few blogs picked up on this video of President Bush speaking “off the record” at a Houston fundraiser. The President talks about Wall Street being “drunk” and waiting to “sober up” to illustrate economic woes. “That’s why I asked you to turn your television cameras off,” he quips, apparently unaware that a small camcorder is recording him.

It may not be a White House leak, but it is certainly a good video for the President. He shows the personal side and sense of humor and humanity that made it easy for Americans to rally behind him in the years following September 11.

This video may not have gotten enough coverage to cause any bump in W’s approval ratings – and even if it did, it’s too little too late. If Bush had maintained this kind of visibility in his second term, though, his approval ratings might not be setting record lows. Bush’s strength has always been his ability to connect with and earn the trust of the populace – on a personal level.

This was the President America had hoped to see when they re-elected him in 2004. In this video, he demonstrated an understanding of the challenges facing average Americans – and the role of Wall Street excesses, which is something Republicans are reluctant to admit. But Bush does it in an effective way – he gives a roadmap through the current economic crisis without calling for big-government regulations that would probably only make things worse.

It’s just too bad we haven’t seen this President for the last four years.

Your Next President?

Since 1960 — and especially since 1976 — American Presidential contests have been decided based more on media images more than policy. While it’s true that the mainstream media has a girlish crush on Barack Obama, it’s also true that Obama is a master of media images. Case in point: the image to the left, which appeared on the New York Times home page yesterday.
It looks like Obama is co-piloting a helicopter, and it could very well be a still from an action movie. In other words, it’s the perfect image to get out there if you have recently been accused of being weak-kneed in your beliefs and flip-flopping on several issues.
And while Obama looks like he’s out of central casting for Airwolf: The Movie, John McCain still looks like Ernest Borgnine.

Obama: Let the free market work

Kudos to Barack Obama, who eventually decided not to accept public financing for his Presidential campaign. Tax money should not be used to fund Barack Obama’s speeches – after all, if you don’t plan to vote for him, why should the government force you to donate to him?

More importantly, Obama has found that he is able to raise more money outside the public campaign structure.

If Obama wins the Presidency, he should continue applying this principle. After all, most people can make more money saving for retirement on their own than they can by sacrificing a slice of their paycheck to Social Security. It naturally follows that President Obama would naturally let them opt out of public retirement financing/Social Security, right?

The Mortgage Bailout: A Little From Here Makes A Little For There

The Senate is poised to vote on a massive mortgage bailout bill. So, no worries if you bought a house that was more than you could afford. And if you made a bad loan to someone who clearly wasn’t qualified, you’re in the clear.

Policies like this can have disastrous effects on our financial system. It reminds me of a book Mama Eltringham used to read to me when I was little: Hiram’s Red Shirt.

Here’s the gist of the story: Hiram was a farmer whose daily uniform consisted of a red shirt, which he adored to the point that he wore it every day. Predictably, farm work took its toll on the shirt and the elbows wore out. Hiram fixed it by patching the elbows with the shirt’s cuffs – his philosophy was: “A little from here makes a little for there.” When his wrists became scratched, he shortened his jeans to make cuffs for the shirt – “a little from here makes a little for there.” When Hiram’s ankles were scraped by the brush, he finally resolved to suck it up and buy a new shirt – in fact, he bought a new red shirt exactly like his previous one.

There are some plot holes: Did he buy new jeans, too? Didn’t he have any other shirts? How did someone so obviously oblivious to resource allocation manage to run a farm?

That’s appropriate, since Congress’s mortgage scheme isn’t much better than Hiram’s misguided laundry preservation plan. Congress wants to spend tax money that could be used on any number of things (schools, roads, you name it) to bail out irresponsible businesses and citizens who acted irresponsibly and recklessly. A little from here makes a little for there.

It may work for a while – most quick fixes do. It also proves that a lender can loan someone $200,000 or more without worrying about whether he or she can pay it back.

That means risky loans are only risky for the borrower. Currently, if you ask a bank for a $200,000 loan, they will evaluate how likely you are to pay them back. They do this because if you default, they lose money and you get a big black mark on your credit score, which hurts the next time you try to take out a loan – for things like a new house, a car, or your kids’ college tuition.

In other words, under the current system, the bank has an incentive to look out for you. A foreclosure has two losers: the lender and the borrower. If there is no consequence for the bank, their incentive to look out for you is gone.

But subsidizing the lender’s potential losses still leaves the lender with a stain on his or her credit report – goodbye future home, goodbye new car, and hello “Proud Bubba Community College Parent” sweatshirt.

Maybe, like simple Hiram, Congress just doesn’t understand the consequences of their actions.

UC Boulder enacts affirmative action for conservatives

One of the country’s most liberal universities has instituted an affirmative action program for conservative professors.

The University of Colorado is a little slice of Berkeley nestled in the Rocky Mountains. Like most prominent colleges, UC Boulder’s faculty, according to a recent survey, lean decidedly leftward – only 32 on the more than 800 faculty members are filled by Republicans. That’s not uncommon for campuses.

The answer? UC Boulder is looking to raise money for an endowed Chair of Conservative Thought and Policy.

Of course, it is nice to see a school recognize its own biases – and especially one like Boulder. I have personally known students who were harassed, berated, spit on, threatened with expulsion, and Photoshopped into porn for being outspoken campus conservatives, so this is refreshing.

But this is far, far away from a solution, because it is a truly empty gesture.

The outcry from the campus left has been predictable – and ironic. Colorado teaching assistant Curtis Bell asked the Wall Street Journal (rhetorically), “Why set aside money specifically for a conservative?” Bell would “rather see [the school hire] a quality academic than someone paid to have a particular perspective.”

If it sounds familiar, it should. Those arguments are the ones you’ll hear when you ask a conservative about affirmative action.

And make no mistake – affirmative action is exactly what Chancellor G.P. “Bud” Peterson is proposing.

When a student or workforce population does not fit the demographic guidelines others have set out, affirmative action balances those statistics through quotas, whether those quotas are stated or unstated.

When I was at UMass, there were student groups built to protest th fact that our student body was only 17% minority. These organizations thought the number should be 20%, so they marched on the administration, held “teach-ins” and rallies, and ran student government candidates.

No one seemed to care to ask why our minority enrollment was low. Was it the fact that there are plenty of private schools in Massachusetts also trying to attract minority students? Was it the fact that Massachusetts couldn’t be whiter if it was the Commonwealth of Wonder Bread?

Maybe it was something more serious, though. Maybe our schools in predominantly minorty communities were failing and not preparing kids for college. Maybe we had closet racists working in admissions. Would a quota solve any of those things? Of course not. But it would gloss over the problem and make the advocacy groups feel like they made a difference.

The University of Colorado is faced with a similar problem and is, similarly, taking the path of least resistance. And Chancellor Peterson isn’t asking why his faculty skews 800-32 blue – he’s just patching up the problem by hiring more from the red column.

That means that if the 800-32 is the result of a tenure review board driven by a political agenda, that problem may never be fixed. And forcing conservatives onto campus through a special position will not help.

It is not easy to find the root cause of these problems. But then, who said the search for knowledge would – or should – be easy?